In front of the convenience store.

After Jiang Lingzhi vaguely heard these words, he completely fell asleep.

It's like going back to that time in a dream......

www.x81zw.xyz Chinese It rained heavily that day.

After school, the driver drove to pick her up, and the car had a little friction with other cars.

Jiang Lingzhi was waiting at the school gate, but she received a call from the driver, asking her to wait somewhere else, she might come a little late.

At that time, there were not many people in front of the school gate.

Before it got dark, she went to wait at a convenience store near the school, and by the way, she did her homework on the desk inside.

It wasn't until it got dark that the driver called her and said it was five minutes away.

Jiang Ling Zhicai put away her things, wore a school uniform, carried a schoolbag, and looked exceptionally well-behaved.

Wait at the door in advance.

It's still raining heavily outside, and there are very few pedestrians on the road.

Because she knew it would rain today, she had an umbrella in advance.

After coming out of the door, Jiang Lingzhi noticed a person sitting on the steps next to him.

The man was dressed in black, almost blending in with the night.

The dim light cast by the street lamps made it possible to barely see him.

The man's black sweatshirt hat was buttoned on his head, a cigarette was biting in his mouth, and a scarlet fire was burning, and his whole body was surrounded by an aura that was not easy to mess with.

Jiang Lingzhi has been well protected by her family since she was a child, and she has never been in contact with people in society.

She doesn't reach out, but she doesn't feel scared either.

At the moment, I just felt a little curious, and I couldn't help but stare at the man.

He looked like he had just been drenched in the rain, and his hair hung down under the brim of his black hat, and the tips of his hair were still dripping down the bridge of his nose.

All over the body, with anger.

As if sensing her gaze, the man tilted his head slightly and looked at her.

It should have been a fight just now, and he had injuries in the corners of his eyes and blue in the corners of his lips.

Those eyes were cold, so cold that there was no emotion.

The night is too blurry, and there are injuries on the face, so people can't see the specific facial features clearly.

I can only remember his eyes, a little cold, a little injured, and more defensive.

Until a few sirens sounded on the side of the road.

The driver lowered the window and shouted, "Miss, get in the car, come over with an umbrella, don't get wet." ”

Jiang Lingzhi came back to her senses and retracted her gaze: "It's here." ”

She was about to leave with an umbrella when something suddenly occurred to her and she looked back again.

The boy had lowered his head and didn't look at her anymore, but the cigarette butt between his thin lips was still burning with scarlet sparks, which were clearly extinguished.

Sitting there, it seemed a little lonely.

Jiang Lingzhi hesitated for two seconds, but still walked towards him and handed him the umbrella in his hand: "You are wet, this umbrella is for you." ”

At that time, the little girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she spoke in a nasal voice like a grandmother.

For such a wounded teenager, there is no fear.

The boy raised his eyes, but did not reach out to take them.

Probably seeing that the young man was delayed, Jiang Lingzhi bent down and put the umbrella on the steps next to him: "My driver is here, I don't need it, I'll catch a cold in the rain, you better use the umbrella." ”

After speaking, Jiang Lingzhi stood up straight, lifted the schoolbag above his head, rushed into the rain, and trotted towards the place where he parked.

When she got into the car, she straightened her rain-soaked hair, and when she looked out the window, there was no one there.

The umbrella was left alone on the stairs.