She sniffed, then washed the dishes and chopsticks in the sink.

It still seems to be raining outside.

I don't know how much wind there is, how much rain there is, and I don't know how many people have not returned under the street lamp.

Shaking off the water in his hand, Mu Tianen walked out of the kitchen, and then entered his room.

She took out her mobile phone, wondering if Ling Ze would give her a phone call or a message, and ask him, is she home, is she safe?

But no, there was no phone on her phone, no text messages, nothing.

The second crystal is still a cold autumn rain, an autumn rain and a cold, Mu Tianen knows that when this rain falls, the weather will be even colder.

The weather in Nanshi is like this, if you say it's warm, it's warm, and if you say it's cold, it's going to be cold.

She rubbed her hands, and when she turned around, she also saw the phone she had placed on the table

Who said,

Waiting is the first old age of life.

However, she still has to wait, she still has a long time, she can wait for someone, she can think about someone, she can read someone.

Without these, then in the years to come, everything would no longer be spring.

She took her phone and put it in her bag.

"Eun, what are you going to do?"

Mu Tianqing came down from upstairs, such a heavy rain.

"I'll go out for a while."

Mu Tianen shook his hand at Mu Tianqing, and he would come back in a while.

"This kid ......"

Mu Tianqing was also very powerless about this, she looked out the window in the direction, today's rain was heavy.

There was a soft mobile phone music ringing in her ears again, and she took her mobile phone, but when she saw the call on it, she couldn't help but wrinkle her delicate eyebrows.

And between receiving or not answering, she was hesitant.

If it sounded, it wouldn't be answered, and if it sounded twice, she thought she would take it.

At the moment when she hesitated, the sound of the music stopped, and all that remained on her phone was a missed call and the familiar name.

Ling Ze!

She clenched the phone in her hand.

If you ring again, I'll take it.

At this moment, the mobile phone in her hand rang again, and the vibration also made her hand tremble.

She pressed answer, then put the phone to her ear.

"Sunny ......"

The mature male voice, with a kind of mellow red wine, is slightly low, slightly hoarse.

"Well," Mu Tianqing leaned against the window, also looking at the rain outside the window, the autumn was cool, and the body was cold.

"Ling Ze, Tian'en is out, do you want to find her? By the way, she also brought her mobile phone. ”

"It's fine."

This sound again, Mu Tianqing clenched his mobile phone again.

Then the light laughter also came into the headphones.

"Ling Ze, do you know, my family En'en has good cooking skills, next time you come over, you can taste it."

"Okay."

Ling Ze also smiled, "Then I will definitely ask for advice when I have time." ”

The two chatted about this with or without a match, and what they said was around a Mu Tianen, talking and talking, it was also a little boring, but no one hung up the phone.

At this time, Mu Tianen held up an umbrella, her feet stepped on the rain, and from time to time there would be rain splashes on her shoes, one by one, I don't know how much she stepped on?

She reached out, feeling the cold discomfort of the rain on the tips of her fingers.

The rain is so cold, and winter is not far away.

She walked to the place where she had taken shelter from the rain last night, and then sat there too, with her umbrella set aside.

Half-propped up her face, she also looked at the rain in front of her attentively, I don't know what Ling Ze is doing now, well, he must be in the company, after all, he is not as boring as her.

She took out her mobile phone again and found the familiar number, even if she didn't have to deliberately look for it, she could know whose mobile phone it was, whose phone it was, whose name it was?

She pressed to dial.

What came out of it was that she was accustomed to hearing a mechanical sound, icy, cold, like a shower at this time, the silk threads into her heart, the same autumn coolness.

Sorry, the user you dialed is on a call.

She put down the phone and knew that Ling Ze's phone was unreachable nine times out of ten, not because he didn't answer her call, but because he was too busy.

In the rain curtain, a little white dog ran over, with a short body, short legs, and very cute, just drenched in rain.

And it also ran towards Mu Tianen's side.

Mu Tianen took his bag and patted the little white dog's head, I knew that you would come.

"Wang ......"

The little white dog barked, and then licked Mu Tianen's palm very kindly.

Itchy, warm.

It was as if he had been cured.

The little white dog has a pair of wet eyes, like a child.

Mu Tianen patted its head again, and then she opened her bag and took out ham sausages and bread from it.

She tore open the outer packaging of the ham sausage and fed it to the little white dog.

The little white dog has a very good temperament, and when he eats, although he also gobbles up, he does not protect the food.

"Eat."

Mu Tianen took out another one, put it on the clean ground on the side, she took out the bread, half of it was used for herself, and half of it was fed to the little white dog.

"I'm leaving," Mu Tianen squatted on the ground and wiped the little white dog's face with a tissue, "Can you just stay here?" You see it's not raining here, I'll come and see you when I'm free, you see," she said, gesturing to the corner, "and if you're not there, I'll leave the food here." ”

The little white dog licked her fingers again, and only her figure was reflected in the big round eyes.

Mu Tianen stood up and propped up the umbrella, and she hid the few ham sausages in her bag under a brick.

She patted the little white dog's head again, and then walked into the rain curtain, thin, bleak, and lonely.

Under the heavy rain, almost all of the umbrellas she was holding on her head were blown up and down.

And she always looked at the gate in front of her, several meters of transparent glass gate, and all the people who came in and out were some elites.

"When can I get inside?"

She said to herself, but it seemed unlikely, she didn't know what her rotten wood would be carved in the future, but it would definitely not be this kind of strong woman who wore formal clothes and talked eloquently.

She shrunk her body under a tree again, and she relied on this tree to block most of the wind and rain, but even so, her clothes were wet.

The wind blew on her from time to time, and she shivered from the cold, but she didn't leave.