It was very quiet along the way, Lu Xingxue was a little far away from Su Zheng, and when he got out of the school gate, the doorman at the door reminded in a low voice: "Little girl, you are closer to your friend, the umbrella is not big, and most of his bag is wet." ”

Su Zheng turned his face sideways, Lu Xingxue's right shoulder was completely wet, and some rain ran down his side face and across his neck, dripping on the black neckline in his school uniform.

"Why don't you say it?"

Su Zheng frowned and stopped.

"Say what?"

Lu Xingxue's voice was a little hoarse. The rain dripped down his broken hair and into his ears, soaking his skin with a chill.

He's long been used to the days when no one cares. When he used to say it, he always thought that someone would care. Later, when he got sick, he took medicine at home alone, and when he did well in the exam, he celebrated at home alone, and even went to the teacher alone to ask for leave at the parent-teacher meeting.

What to say? Whatever is said has been silenced by time.

"I can't even take care of myself, and the name of the school bully should have been changed a long time ago."

Su Zheng tugged at his arm and moved the canopy to the right for a considerable distance, bringing him closer. The umbrella eaves were some distance from his shoulders, and Su Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his half-wet shoulders had no rain in.

The slightly cool taste penetrated Lu Xingxue's snort, he looked sideways and lowered his head, the girl raised her head, the good-looking willow eyebrows frowned, and there was blame in her disgusted tone.

He felt a little funny, and listened carefully to Su Zheng's words, and felt that there was coquettishness in his words, like the mumbling of a Jiangnan woman in the TV series.

It was obviously a reproach, but he heard the concern.

Su Zheng didn't want to admit it, and he didn't break it. Let her move, little by little, close the distance between them.

"If you get closer, you'll stick it up."

Lu Xing chose to raise his tail, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Su Zheng let go of her hand, and she was a little annoyed.

Obviously, the rain hit her body and it was cold and painful, but she just didn't want him to be so uncomfortable, so she got closer.

Su Zheng replied to him: "Don't get closer, and then you will be told that you don't take care of your feelings." You can't take the initiative yourself, lean closer to me, wouldn't it be good? ”

"It seems that the boy should take the initiative and get closer." Lu Xingxue nodded, agreeing with Su Zheng's words very seriously.

…… At first glance, this sentence sounded as if she was inviting him to take the initiative.

"I didn't think you wouldn't mind." In the second half of the sentence, the boy lost his smile.

Didn't mind anything, he didn't say.

Su Zheng's eyes opened, and Lu Xingxue stood face to face with her, his face was calm, and his black eyes couldn't see clearly in the drowsy rainy evening.

"Before, I just didn't like people looking at me. You are the center of attention, and you are not to blame for what you do. I would also like to thank you for helping to move the book, deleting the post, and for today's blackboard, and thank you for your help. ”

Su Zheng's speech has always been beautiful. Just like what Su Zheng said before leaving in the afternoon, it burned his heart.

"The school bully in my impression is not as helpful as you and considers others."

Su Zheng said with a smile, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyebrows were slightly moved, which was very moving in Lu Xingxue's eyes.

"Maybe what others say about you is different from the people I see."

Prejudice and radicalism are the root causes of social personality development. It will make people look at some people and things with color, so there are negative evaluations, so-called personal evaluation criteria, and there are also advantages and disadvantages.

"Let's go, come closer."

Lu Xingxue followed Su Zheng's movements and walked to the opposite road.

"If ......"

The traffic is endless, the sound of water on the road, and the sound of the driver's horn is constant. Lu Xingxue's words were drowned out in his voice, and Su Zheng didn't hear it clearly.

"What?"

Lu Xingxue shook his head: "It's nothing, let's get here, the rain has stopped, and I'm almost home." ”

"Okay."

Under the street lamp, the stagnant water reflected the dim light and the girl's back, and Lu Xing watched Su Zheng out of sight.

He actually wanted to ask

If he hadn't gotten wet, would she have impressed him with such beautiful words?

He's no different,

It's just that it's different from others.

He wanted to be sure that she was not sympathetic.