"Oh?" Fang Zhinian looked up in surprise.

The other party asked him if he remembered her, which meant that they should have met before.

And looking at the appearance of the girl in front of her, there is indeed a sense of familiarity, especially when she looks at her without shying away, but very innocent, she feels more and more as if she has seen her somewhere.

It's just that he can't remember where he has seen it for a while.

"You ......"

Sure enough, I forgot.

It seems that the other party does not treat her as she does to him.

Song Yulan was a little disappointed, but still tilted her head and reminded, "Did you forget?" Tiger's Sugar Man? ”

After finishing speaking, I was afraid that the other party would still not remember, and I would be disappointed again, so I simply explained: "At the old man who sold candy on the street before, the tiger candy man you originally wanted to buy, I will buy it after I get there, but it will take a while, and you will give me your tiger candy man." ”

"It turned out to be you." After Song Yulan said this, Fang Zhinian suddenly remembered: "I just said that when I saw you, I felt as if I had seen it somewhere, it turned out to be because of the previous sugar man." ”

Not only do you think you've seen her somewhere, that is, in his heart, he also has a slight impression of her, so he feels familiar?

Song Yulan thought like this, her heart suddenly warmed up, and hurriedly said: "Yes, you helped me a lot last time about the sugar man, I have been thinking about thanking you if I have the opportunity in the future, but I have never had a chance......"

"It's just a gesture, the girl is polite." Fang Zhinian said with a smile.

Originally, he was born Junxiu, because of his long years of studying, his body was full of bookish gas, and now he smiled slightly, warm as jade, very good-looking.

Song Yulan's slightly red face lowered slightly: "My surname is Song, I don't know what you call it?" ”

"Hello Miss Song." Fang Zhinian arched his hand again: "Under the surname Fang, the name is Zhinian." ”

"Fang Zhinian." Song Yulan silently muttered a few times in her heart, and when she looked up, she grinned: "I wrote it down." ”

Seeing Song Yulan smiling, Fang Zhinian also smiled slightly.

The rain was still pouring down, and there was a faint tendency to get heavier and heavier, and the splash had already soaked most of the green bricks under his feet.

Song Yulan lowered her hair and felt that most of the shoes on Fang Zhinian's feet were already wet, and even the clothes and robes she was wearing and the parts below her calves were also wet.

Seeing this, Song Yulan was a little distressed.

"I'm afraid it's not possible to hide from the rain here, you're almost drenched, I'm afraid it's easy to catch a cold, it's better to go to the house, I'll make you a bowl of ginger tea, go to the cold."

"No, no." Fang Zhinian refused repeatedly: "I'm already bothering me to hide from the rain here, where can I bother Miss Song again?" I watched the rain fall for a while and then it stopped, and then I was gone. ”

With such a straightforward refusal, Song Yulan was suddenly a little disappointed.

But think about it, this Fang Zhinian is obviously a scholar, this scholar is the most polite on weekdays, the solitude of a lonely man and a widow is unreasonable, and the reputation of both of them is damaged.

Especially for Song Yulan.

From this point of view, this Fang Zhinian is an upright gentleman, and he is also a person who knows how to consider others.

Song Yulan's loss suddenly decreased a lot.

"Then ......" Song Yulan thought for a while, and stuffed the oil-paper umbrella in her hand into Fang Zhinian's hand: "This rain looks like it will take a while longer, if you keep hiding from the rain here, it will be dark by then, and I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to walk." ”

"You can use this umbrella first, while the sky is still bright, and the road is easy to walk, hurry up and go home."

Since you can't invite the other party to your home as a guest, it's better to persuade the other party to go home early, so as not to get drenched in the rain and get cold and wind again.

"This ......" Fang Zhinian hesitated.

It's good to have an umbrella to go home, but this is just someone else's things......

"I still have an umbrella at home, you don't have to care, you have time to go back, send this umbrella here, I have been at home on weekdays, even if I am not at home, my second brother and sister-in-law are often at home."

Song Yulan said with a smile: "Your house is not far away, can you rush back before it gets dark, if it's far away, you might as well get another paper lantern, so as not to get the road slippery when it's dark." ”

"No, no, my home is not far from here, and I can rush back before dark." Fang Zhinian said, taking Song Yulan's oil-paper umbrella: "Thank you Miss Song for that." ”

"When I go home, I want to visit relatives and friends, I should rush to the academy the day after tomorrow, and I will pass by the county seat when the time comes, and I will definitely return the oil-paper umbrella at that time."

"Okay." Song Yulan nodded with a smile: "Then you should go home quickly." ”

Fang Zhinian said goodbye to Song Yulan, held an oil-paper umbrella, braved the heavy rain, and walked slowly.

Song Yulan stood at the door, watching Fang Zhinian's back disappear into the rain, hooking her lips and smiling for a long time.

Others say that it takes no effort to step on iron shoes and find nowhere to get them, so this should be what they say?

should also respond to the second sister-in-law's sentence, if there is a fate, you will definitely meet again, if there is no fate, I am afraid that I will not be able to see it again.

So now it seems, does it mean that she is destined for him?

Fang Zhinian, well, Fang Zhinian......

The name, he wrote down.

Song Yulan laughed while thinking, the whole person was like a child, and she couldn't find the north with joy.

It wasn't until there was a muffled thunder on the side of the sky that Song Yulan came back to her senses.

Yes, yes, she originally wanted to send Xie Yinan a piece of clothing, but if she didn't go, she was afraid that it would be dark.

Song Yulan didn't care about thinking about Fang Zhinian anymore, so she hurriedly found another oil-paper umbrella, hurriedly hugged the cloak in her arms, closed the door, and went to the shop in the rain.

When they arrived at the shop, Xie Yinan and Song Leshan were standing at the door looking at the rain like a line under the eaves.

When the two of them saw Song Yulan coming, they hurriedly welcomed her into the shop and poured her a cup of hot tea.

"Why are you here, didn't you say that dinner will be prepared when I and your second brother go back, such a heavy rain, don't catch the wind chill." Xie Yinan handed her the hot tea, and at the same time found a towel to help her wipe the skirt that was wet from the rain because she was in too much hurry.

"I saw that the rain was so heavy, I was afraid that it would be too cold, and the second sister-in-law, you were thinly dressed and caught a cold, so I specially sent a cloak to the second sister-in-law." Song Yulan took out the cloak in her arms and stuffed it into Xie Yinan's hand: "Look at the second sister-in-law, your hands are a little cold, put it on quickly, it can also be warmer." ”

"Just now, your second brother was still thinking about getting clothes, and you are as thoughtful as your second brother thought."