When the house was in full swing, it was already secretly raining outside. The rain poured down on the roof tiles and drowned out all the sounds in the house. When Su Xiaoyan entered, it was still bright, but when she came out, it was almost dark, and she saw that her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, her eyes were as soft as spring water, and her ears and cheeks were flushed.

People who have a heart are also willing to think more and guess deeper.

Wang Ning walked out almost a quarter of an hour later, holding on to the door of the house, and shouted weakly: "Mu Rong, Mu Rong, bring me a change of clothes."

The sound pierced through the rain curtain and went away, and the people in the courtyard listened to it, each with their own thoughts, and their eyes turned around a few times, and they were busy with their own affairs again.

When Mu Rong came over with her clothes, she was in a very low mood, she hung her head and didn't want to look at Wang Ning, she stuffed her clothes on Wang Ning and turned around, walked out a few steps and stopped, turned around and glared fiercely, with an expression of "I didn't think you were this kind of person at all", and then snorted coldly and walked away quickly.

Wang Ning was inexplicable. The cold air brought by the rain invaded at this moment, he shrunk his neck, and returned to the house with a smile, until after a while, Mu Rong came to call him.

But it was the broken-mouthed woman in the kitchen who asked him if he wanted to have a late-night snack. After this reminder, he remembered that he had not eaten since he had tossed Su Xiaoyan before.

So he nodded, explained a few words, and Mu Rong went to prepare for him.

The house has been tidied up, except for a few places where the damage is not easy to repair in a short time, the others can't see anything, when Wang Ning is idle, those strange tempers in previous years will be relearned, such as this kind of habitual place, if there is a slight change somewhere, he will feel uncomfortable.

It's probably sleepless tonight. So he was a little annoyed with Su Xiaoyan, who shouldn't be a woman at all, and secretly made up his mind not to talk to her again.

The heavy rain is like a note, Su Xiaoyan can't go back, Wang Ning also prepared a room for her here before, but she doesn't have to worry about not having a place to live, but something has happened recently, this kind of being under the same roof is actually a little uncomfortable.

Su Xiaoyan didn't know her feelings for that person, and thought about it, that person had nothing to do with her at all except for saving her, but how could she be so entangled.

A woman's heart is probably too calculating.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, the face in the bronze mirror was a little blurred, and the night outside had completely darkened.

The rain would not stop for a while, the hour was not early, and there was nothing to entertain, so they squatted in the house, not knowing what to do.

Raindrops fell on the stone slabs in the courtyard, splashing in all directions, and some of them jumped up the steps flexibly. The water falling from the eaves formed a rain curtain that isolated the darkness from the candle flames.

Except for the sound of rain, everything was quiet.

The faint light of the candle flame came through the lantern, and the dark yellow curtain extended into the corridors on both sides, reflecting Wang Ning's sallow face.

Wang Ning squatted at the door, drooping his shoulders, holding a bowl in his hand, staring blankly at the dark courtyard, like a beggar squatting in the corner of the city wall in the cold winter.

Mu Rong came over at some point, and didn't hear a response after calling a few times, so she went around the house and found a piece of clothing to put on Wang Ning.

"Young master, you're not a leper dog, what are you doing here?" The little girl didn't know where she was so angry, and she didn't speak politely.

Wang Ning probably felt the warmth on his body, so he came back to his senses, stiffly leaned to the edge of the bowl, and took a hard breath.

"It's a dog, but it's not a leper dog." While chewing the noodles that were already cold and hard in his mouth, he corrected, "How can a person be the master all the time when he lives, feng shui takes turns, who can tell that today's master will not be tomorrow's dog." ”

Wang Ning had a deeply touching tone, and Mu Rong didn't dare to ask questions while listening to her curiosity.

She squatted down next to him, dragged her chin with both hands, turned her head to look at Wang Ning, and said softly, "Young master, are you a person with a story?"

"Well, the story can't be told." He laughed with affinity, and took another sip of cold noodles, "It's all an accident, your young master can survive until now, which can be regarded as a big luck." ”

"Oh......" The candlelight was yellowing and flickering, Mu Rong's eyes softened, and she looked at the man next to her quietly, she said in a childish tone: "Young master, I said that you need to use chopsticks to eat noodles......"

Wang Ning held the big bowl, his eyes fell on it, and then he laughed: "Well, next time, next time."

"Next time you forgot about it." Mu Rong complained in distrust at all.

Wang Ning's gaze gradually moved away, penetrating through the rain curtain and piercing deep into the boundless darkness. Quietly, the look in his eyes changed several times, and finally pursed his lips and smiled comfortably.

It's not the same as it used to be, so I don't have to worry about the past anymore.

He lowered his head again and took a sip of the cold soup.

Then he was snatched by Mu Rong, and after being glared at again, he sneered.

Mu Rong snorted, turned around and left, and was stopped by Wang Ning again.

She turned around, looked down at the leper dog squatting on the ground, and said impatiently, "What are you going to do?"

"My legs are numb, I can't get up!" The man pleaded shamelessly, "Come and hold me." ”

Mu Rong glanced at him helplessly, slowly squatted down, and bowed down to hug him.

"You're heavy......" she complained.

"Well, is there one? I'm skinny! He retorted, accompanied by an oops, oops, oops, and I don't know if it really hurts or pretends.

"Young master, if you look at it again, I won't care about you."

"No, I'm not even watching, you came to me by yourself."

"Young master, you are really a hooligan, why didn't I see it before!" She sounded like she was about to resign herself to her fate.

"We've only been together for a short time." He has a point.

She helped him to his feet, and he looked at her with a smile half-leaning against the door.

She held her chest high, and he looked over.

"Don't you want it?" She laughed slyly.

He shook his head: "It's too small."

Too young can be too young, or something else is too young.

It's the exact opposite meaning.

And on this occasion, people will only think on the bad side.

So, Mu Rong stomped her feet, glanced around, bent down and picked up the noodle soup on the ground, splashed it without hesitation, and turned away.

"How can you make such a splash on people's faces." His face was a little ugly, and he tore the clothes draped over his shoulders and wiped his face, and smiled bitterly.