Xuanmu has been teaching Yanran to learn the piano for some days, and the music classroom is not good to use often, so he found a quieter piano room, a corner on the fifth floor, the scenery and light are good, he and Yanran made an appointment to practice here every one, three, and five after class.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the glass window on the keys, with a reddish color, and the window is a golden yellow, and the late autumn color is quite intense.

Since the last time she injured her knee, Yan Ran always seemed to be faint and deliberately alienated from Xuanmu.

Xuan Mu thought that if Yan Ran was angry, or made some small awkwardness, maybe he would feel better, at least it would prove that Yan Ran had him in his heart.

But she is extremely natural and peaceful, and she doesn't even have the most basic curiosity about Xia Mo.

Xuanmu had thought about how to describe his relationship with Xia Mo so that Yan Ran would not misunderstand, but Yan Ran's overly indifferent expression forced the words he wanted to say in his chest, repelling all his courage.

If Yan Ran didn't mind Xia Mo at all, did that mean that he might just be a classmate in Yan Ran's heart?

Or maybe it's because of the memories of childhood, just a little closer than ordinary classmates, that's all.

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt a little lost......

But at least, he knew that Yan Ran didn't hate him.

I don't know who said it, if a girl doesn't hate you, that's actually a good start.

The weather is slightly cold, autumn is strong, the asphalt road is covered with withered yellow leaves, a gust of autumn wind blows, Yanran slightly raised the collar to maintain the only temperature.

As she walked, she suddenly felt a cold liquid dripping on her, and when she looked up, she knew that it was raining, so she trotted to a nearby gazebo to hide from the rain.

An autumn rain and a cold, with a thick chill in the air, cold hands and feet, she put her fingertips to her mouth and exhaled, and a mist rose.

And this autumn rain seems to have no intention of stopping, and it is crackling and falling heavier and heavier.

The sky was suddenly pitch black, accompanied by the rumbling thunder, and the withered yellow leaves and a large amount of rain blocked the sewers, forming water on the ground.

It looks like she's going to be trapped in this gazebo, it's so cold!

"Yanran ......" someone called her, a familiar voice, and she saw a slender figure not far away holding an umbrella walking towards her.

Xuanmu waited in the piano room for a long time, and when he saw that it was raining outside, he was worried that Yanran did not bring an umbrella, so he held an umbrella to look for her in the autumn rain.

"How did you know I was here?" Seeing him, there was a little surprise in Yanran's eyes.

"This is called having a heart...... Have you been touched by me? He bent his eyebrows, smiled, took the umbrella, shook his slightly damp hair, and stuck to the fallen leaves on the hem of his trousers, it seemed that he must have been looking for a long time for this heart.

To tell the truth, she was indeed happy and moved in her heart, after all, the autumn rain was cold, and it was wet and cold...... There are not many people who are willing to come out and give her an umbrella in such weather.

She smiled, revealing a faint pear vortex, like a blooming white lotus, natural and refined.

Seeing that Yanran's hands were red from the cold and shivering in the wind, Xuanmu took off his school uniform jacket and gave it to her.

Yan Ran hurriedly refused, the weather was so cold, I was afraid that Xuanmu would catch a cold like last time.

"You'll wear it if you're given it!" Xuanmu put his clothes on her shoulders a little domineeringly,

This is the first time that a boy has draped his clothes on her, and the mood is very delicate, and his temperature is still left on the clothes, warm, with a faint fragrance of grass, which makes her blush accidentally, and she only feels that there is a warm current surging in her heart, and it is really not cold.

Xuanmu wore a white knitted sweater inside, and a handmade zuò bracelet was tied around his left wrist, simple and simple, not even a pendant, or rather a bracelet, but a rope, the material looks a bit like a rice ear, but it doesn't feel like it, it looks very strong, the color is bright, and it must have been brought for some years.

If someone else brings it, it feels a little naïve, but it is indeed extremely beautiful to carry it on him, as if it has already become one with him and has become a part of him.

Silently, the two stood for a while, looking at the flower beds hit by the heavy rain, there was more and more water on the ground, and the gorgeous flowers that bloomed in summer were now only yellow and languishing, hanging weakly, lying in the dirt, letting the rain invade.

No matter how beautiful it is, after all, it can't compete with the cycle of the four seasons.

"Yanran, ...... inside" He lowered his head as if he had something to say, but he didn't know how to start.

"Xia Mo is my buddy, we have played together since we were children, I have known her when I first came to Nanhua, sometimes we are crazy, but there is really nothing else." He said that the white sweater reflected his already fair skin more and more brightly, and his face was slightly red, I don't know if it was too cold or because he was too nervous.

Xuanmu and Yanran stood side by side...... The atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.

Yan Ran didn't dare to turn her head to look at him, feeling that if she turned to look at him, the two of them would be extremely embarrassed.

"Oh!" For a long time, she said, her voice faint. If you don't listen carefully, I'm afraid you will accidentally drown in the autumn rain outside the pavilion.

Yan Ran really didn't know what else she should say besides this 'oh'.

Do you have to say to him, "Actually, you don't have to explain it to me?" Or, you have your own circle of friends, that's normal, I'm not mistaken about anything.

But if these words were said, she felt that something was not appropriate, and she didn't want to speculate too much about Xia Mo and him, nor did she want to have too much curiosity.

Yanran knew that whether it was a classmate or a childhood playmate, she shouldn't think of him.

It's good like this, not too close, but not too distant, the most appropriate distance for him or her.

Yanran's response was what Xuanmu expected, but it was inevitable that he would be a little disappointed.

Xuan Mu knew that she would not leak her feelings lightly, but sometimes he suddenly missed her when he was a child, at least at that time they were very frank and honest.

The rain gradually became lighter, and the large dark clouds seemed to have accidentally lost their way, and they came and went in a hurry.

For this rain, Xuan Mu secretly hoped that it would rain for a longer time, but as soon as he thought about it, the rain suddenly became smaller, as if he was naughty and played a joke with him, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was slightly bright.

She returned the school uniform to him, and he took it with a smile, and wore it on his body, with her smell, a faint fragrance, and her body temperature...... Xuanmu's face turned red, as if a fire had been lit on his face, and it was red to the root of his ears.

He bowed his head and said nothing, as if he had done something wrong, and took a deep breath, the air after the rain was exceptionally fresh.

There was a lot of water on the ground, and he knew it for a long time, and he secretly observed it for a while, which is why he hoped that the rain would last longer.

Seeing that she looked a little hesitant and didn't know how to get off her feet, Xuanmu said, "I'll carry you over!" Her dark eyes met hers as if she had crashed into a starry sky.

Before she refused, he was picked up in the air. PS: There is one more ~ hehe!