Tick.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on Lu Ziheng's mobile phone screen and pasted the screen.

I don't know how long I stood there, Lu Ziheng was pushed, "It's raining." Why don't you go home and stand here lyrically? ”

The person who pushed Lu Ziheng was Zhao Yunluo, who followed Jiang Silu all the way to the teacher's apartment.

"Oh my God!" Suddenly, Zhao Yunluo, whose IQ was online, pointed to Lu Ziheng, "Shouldn't you also help Shen Qinghuan carry his luggage?" ”

Lu Ziheng didn't say anything, and basically acquiesced to Zhao Yunluo's statement.

"Actually, judging from your appearance, you and Shen Qinghuan are quite compatible. But in terms of family background, Lu Ziheng, if I guessed correctly, your family drifted from the north......" Zhao Yunluo paused, "I don't mean to discriminate against regions......

He is not geographically discriminatory.

It's just a matter of stating a fact.

Lu Ziheng looked at Zhao Yunluo calmly, if the door was not right, he had heard too much in his previous life.

"So what." The rain slid down the young man's short hair, and Lu Ziheng's voice sounded in Zhao Yunluo's ears, "My affair with her, it's not the turn of others to break their mouths!" ”

Zhao Yunluo looked at Lu Ziheng, the corners of his mouth twitched, if he wasn't dazzled, Lu Ziheng couldn't afford to provoke what was written on his face.

Maybe the autumn rain is too cold, Zhao Yunluo instinctively took a few steps back, if he doesn't break his mouth, he doesn't break his mouth, why are his eyes so big, as if he wants to eat people =͟͟͞͞(꒪⌓꒪*)

Zhao Yunluo can quite understand the glass heart of the young man in the town, although he can't argue with Lu Ziheng, his self-repair ability is also very strong.

So what if Lu Ziheng is horizontal, then Shen Qinghuan still followed Jiang Silu, didn't he?

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The two walked wordlessly all the way to the school gate.

Zhao Yunluo's father got down from the black Porsche and held an umbrella for Zhao Yunluo, although his tone was reproachful, but also full of care.

The surrounding sounds were too noisy because of the rain, and Lu Ziheng raised his head and looked at the sky a little confused.

The beads that fell down hurt so much in the face.

The teachers who have taught Lu Ziheng all say that he is the most outstanding student they have ever brought over the years, what is the use of being excellent, the deficit of love and family affection, in the end, he still lost to reality like Lu Zhenting.

Perhaps, because of this, God will punish him to be reborn at the age of fifteen.

Lu Ziheng smiled bitterly, his suitcase was still made of cloth, and it had already been drenched, but fortunately he didn't put anything.

There seemed to be a figure in the distance, the light on a cloudy day was not strong, Lu Ziheng couldn't see clearly, the figure walked very fast, the cotton and linen long skirt, the white straight calves were stained with a little mud, very conspicuous.

Lu Ziheng moved his throat slightly, but found that he couldn't find a suitable topic.

What to ask? Isn't she gone? Why is it now folded back?

The girl walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and laboriously propped the umbrella to the top of Lu Ziheng's head, "It's raining so hard, you didn't bring an umbrella, why didn't you say anything?" ”

Lu Ziheng rubbed his nose, and reached out to pull her into his arms, she struggled for a while, and clearly heard the beating of his chest and heart, "Xiao Qinghuan." Borrow a hug to warm up. ”

Xiao Qinghuan.

It's not Shen Qinghuan.

It's not Qinghuan.

Shen Qinghuan had never seen such a fragile Lu Ziheng, the umbrella slipped from her palm, and in order to make sure that she did not have auditory hallucinations, she asked softly: "What did you just say?" ”

"Xiao Qinghuan. Borrow a hug to warm up. ”

After receiving Ye Lanzhi's call, Lu Ziheng really wanted to give up Shen Qinghuan, because he was afraid that the things in his previous life would repeat themselves again.

But for some unknown reason, she turned back again.

He suddenly didn't want to let go.

That's nice.

On a rainy day, you can cry freely.

Lu Ziheng hugged Shen Qinghuan with all his might, and the cold blood slowly recovered its temperature.