With Jiang Zhe in the evening, it was natural to go.

Jiang Zhe doesn't like to talk, he was quiet along the way, Zhang was still afraid that he was too shy to speak, so he desperately found a few boring topics and asked a few words, Jiang Zhe was also sincere, and he would say whatever he wanted, including his simple family, including his thoughts after graduation.

In just two nights, Zhang still concluded that Jiang Zhe and Li Xiaomo were not all the way, and neither of them was worthy of anyone.

Jiang Zhe will work soon after graduation, and it is likely that he will have to earn all the expenses of his marriage in the future, his parents have a low but stable income, and they will plan to work hard to put together a down payment for a house when he gets married, but it is estimated that it is impossible to "marry a white rich beauty". Besides, his family is honest and honest, and it doesn't collide with that kind of life.

"You're really never in love?" Zhang still asked curiously, "It's unlikely, isn't there a girl you like?" ”

"Hehe", Jiang Zhe laughed stupidly, and then shook his head.

"No one has ever written you a love letter, I mean there must be someone who likes you, and has secretly written to you, you may not understand at the time, is that the situation?"

Jiang Zhe was even more shy and shy, "There was one, but then it dispersed!" ”

"How did it break up?"

"That's it. It's usually nothing, but then I slowly stopped contacting. ”

"Huh?" Zhang was even more surprised, but soon understood, "Oh, maybe people look at you too boring, right?" ”

Jiang Zhe lowered his head and explained softly, "Hehe, probably! Even if you're together, you don't know what to do. I don't know romance, I don't like girls, and people probably don't look down on me. ”

Zhang still muttered in his heart: Maybe he hasn't opened his mind yet, hehe.

The rain of early winter was silent, quietly coming, and the next layer was cold. Zhang is still wearing a pink coat and holding a small umbrella with light blue flowers, today she tied a princess's head and pinned a champagne-colored crystal butterfly hairpin, with the charm of a woman and the cuteness of a little girl.

As soon as the inspiration struck, Zhang still said to himself: I once fantasized about this:

Me and him

together

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

stroll

In this misty drizzle

There is no sorrow

There was no hesitation

There is only silence

and wonderful.

Thinking about it, Zhang still laughed a few more times to himself, but this kind of smile was gentle and shy.

Jiang Zhe was curious: "What, are you smiling again?" ”

"The poem you improvised just now, okay?"

"That was a poem just now, huh?" Jiang Zhe suddenly realized, and quickly recalled the words she had just said in his mind, and suddenly understood, "I'm sorry I didn't listen carefully just now." ”

"Do you want me to say it again?" Zhang still made a cute grimace, "It's a pity, I forgot!" ”

"It's okay, I remember. Go back and write it down for you, and maybe you can publish a book of poems in the future. ”

"Hmm. That's good. Thank you. ”

At this time, the two had already reached the intersection, Jiang Zhe did not have an umbrella, but he was not in a hurry, and he kept following Zhang Yi's strolling rhythm, so there were tiny droplets of water on his hair and face, and there seemed to be a layer of water vapor on his body.

"Thank you." Zhang still said very seriously, "Go back quickly." ”

"Goodbye then."

Jiang Zhe's temperament was still not in a hurry, and he still walked slowly towards his dormitory building.

Zhang still looked at this back, and suddenly had a little sweet taste in his heart, it was really sweet like an orange.