When Jiang Lige turned, Da Xiong suddenly shouted at her, "Jiang Lige! ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Lige turned his head, and the eyes of the familiar young man in front of him seemed to be filled with stars in the entire night sky, shining brightly in the dark.

He smiled brightly in the cold wind, and his green face was dimly and truly reflected in the warm yellow light.

"Don't be afraid, don't be inferior, don't be cowardly, raise your head, in the future, you won't be able to make money and have nothing to eat, I will support you, just ...... Raised a pig. ”

Jiang Lige was stunned for a moment, and a smile couldn't help but overflow on his lips, feeling that his miserable life also had a time when spring blossomed.

She put her hand to her mouth in a trumpet shape, smiled and replied loudly, "Okay." ”

Da Xiong is a very trustworthy person, and when he got married, he really wrapped her in a red envelope of 99,999, which is cheesy and meaningful: for a long time.

also said an inexplicable sentence, he said, "Jiang Lige, I will never raise only one pig in my life." ”

Jiang Lige was puzzled, then he just had to raise a few more!

The cold winter is not like the book says, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom, but suddenly like a night of spring breeze, goosebumps are all up.

The dark clouds in the sky were intertwined, like a huge net, and people were overwhelmed.

Within a few minutes, the boundless drizzle was densely sprinkled on Jiang Lige's body.

She hurriedly unloaded her bag and put it on top of her head.

The expected cold didn't come as expected.

In the dark rain, the dark eyes were covered by the umbrella eaves, and Jiang Lige could only see Song Wanqiao's black trousers and white sneakers.

"I never care about other people's lives or deaths, so why don't you ignore me these days, you'd better say it quickly."

Jiang Lige's heart pounded instantly, and finally blurred into a pot of mashed potatoes, and he actually asked directly.

So, should I answer?

Taking a breath of cold air, she opened her mouth anyway.

"Your dad is the director of the Public Security Department."

She sat on the stone steps, her voice as light as a feather, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

"So what?" Song Wanqiao holds a large black umbrella and leans slightly lower.

"My dad was just a street thug."

"So what?" He patiently pressed her questions.

"So I have low self-esteem and feel as if we are not people of the same world."

Finally spit out his heart.

Jiang Lige actually felt a sense of relief.

Frankly acknowledging the gap between people turns out to be not that hard.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't hear Song Wanqiao speak, she looked up at him, he seemed to be immersed in his own world again, secretly lonely.

She couldn't understand that a person like him, favored by God and sought after by the world, should be proud of everything, but he, why is he always like this, frowning, and there is sadness in his eyes.

After a long time, he finally spoke, and his calm voice did not rise or fall.

"Jiang Lige, do you know me?"

"What?" Jiang Lige was confused.

"I have a bad temper."

Jiang Lige: ......

"I don't know how to interact with people."

Jiang Lige: ......

"I don't have a mother."

Jiang Lige: ......

"I have a sickness in my heart, and I am a very gloomy person."

He said that he had no mother and that he was a very gloomy person.

But Jiang Lige never knew.

I always think that I am carrying a miserable life, and I think that I am in misfortune.

Therefore, she can play with Big Bear, although Big Bear has good grades, but his family's economic conditions are comparable to hers.

She can also play with Sugar Cube, because although her family is rich, her grades are not good.

She and they both have something in common, they belong to the same kind of people to some extent, and they can comfort and resonate with each other.

In front of them, she does not feel inferior.

And Song Wanqiao, she has nothing in common with him, he is more like a mirror, reflecting all the unsatisfactory in her life.

But often, the more people at the top of the pyramid, the more secrets hidden in the shadows in their hearts, the so-called pride of the sky, but just because you were chosen by fate, you are not qualified to say ignorance.

The rain became heavier and heavier, dripping at Jiang Lige's feet along the edge of the umbrella, at this moment, Jiang Lige just wanted to apologize to this young man for her ignorance and selfishness, her intentional coldness stabbed that frozen heart.

She slowly stood up, took the umbrella in his hand, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes seemed to conjure flowers.

"It's okay, I'm sunny, I can be your sun."

Song Wanqiao let go of the umbrella handle, his face seemed to be painted with lakes and mountains, and the cold lines became a soft light, and he answered her softly.

"Okay."

We don't know how to love, and we often inadvertently stab each other's pretending hard shells by relying on our youth.

But sometimes, liking a person doesn't start with appearance, not from heartbeat, but in front of thousands of troops, the city defense is lost, melted into his tenderness, and finally, it starts with his youth and finally the rest of his life.

Xiaoxiao rainy road, a little sad.

The two of them walked unhurriedly, passing through the teaching building, Jiang Lige felt that her hands were a little sore when she was holding an umbrella like this, after all, Song Wanqiao was too high, and she had to stretch her arms straight to reach his height.

"Come on, I can't hold on, why do you say you're so tall? Waste of space, waste of fabric, and waste of money. ”

Song Wanqiao took the umbrella and tasted her words, the first two do have traces to follow, but it is a waste of money, what does it mean? He didn't understand, but he didn't ask.

Jiang Lige said this purely to adjust the atmosphere, and she didn't go through her brain at all, seeing that he fell silent again, she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and she didn't give up on opening a new topic.

"Song Wanqiao?"

"Huh?"

"Do you think I'm doing it?"

Song Wanqiao glanced at her, "What do you think?" ”

"I won't do it! If you dare to say that I did it, I will burn you to death, who will make me your sun? ”

Jiang Lige blurted out, and after speaking, she felt that something was not right, Mom, what did she say?

Crazy?

The dim street lamps standing on both sides, occasionally flickering, coupled with the heavy rain, became confusing.

Song Wanqiao tugged at the corners of her mouth and chuckled.

"Wow, you're smiling too!"

Jiang Lige seemed to have seen some wonder of the world and exclaimed.

When he smiled, a pair of clear eyes were bent into crescents, and there were shallow dimples on his cheeks, like a beautiful landscape, which was very beautiful.

"That's right, you have to laugh when you meet something happy, this is the instinct of human survival, you have to laugh more in the future."

Jiang Lige encouraged him, and at the same time, all his troubles seemed to disappear, what bullshit ridicule, what bullshit face, not as beautiful as the young man in front of him with a slight smile.

Song Wanqiao didn't speak again, he always liked to take a silent attitude about things he couldn't guarantee.

The two walked through the remaining half of the road, and when they arrived at the school gate, Jiang Lige was really shocked by the scene in front of them.