On Saturday morning, I mustered up the courage to crawl out of the bed in the gloomy weather, and the sky looked aggrieved, as if ready to cry at any moment.

I'm struggling to wait until the afternoon? What if it rains just outside the door? Ten seconds later, this idea was immediately changed, and my mother pulled her loud voice and began to wake me up: "The beginning of the summer, it's time to get up, what time is it, everyone else is going to have lunch, you said how you inherited your father's shortcomings of being lazy, nothing like mine, if it weren't for my October pregnancy and hard work to give birth to you, I doubt whether you were my own child." ”

"Then you go to the hospital to check and see how many were born on the same day, it is possible that the wrong one was born." I opened the door in my mother's tuot.

"There's porridge in the pot, keep it warm, eat it yourself," my mother sat in the living room and knitted a sweater that I always hated.

There are many reasons why I don't like winter, and one of them is wearing my mother's ugly sweater.

"Mom, I'm going to go to school later, and the blackboard newspaper hasn't finished yet."

"People do their homework on weekends, and you do your best all day long."

"I'll be back in the afternoon, soon." After saying that, he walked out the door.

"Hey, you bring an umbrella, wait for it to rain, this kid is really, it's not worrying all day long......"

I walked away without looking back, and my mother was always very loud, even if I had closed the door and had headphones on, I could hear her chattering.

My house is not too far from the school, but I always like to take a detour and pass by a river, and I always like to sit there and listen to the music and be in a daze.

By the time I arrived at the school at a leisurely pace, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon, so I bought a sandwich at the commissary at the school gate and walked to the blackboard newspaper in front of the laboratory building.

I saw a familiar figure.

"Why are you there?" I approached and asked Anluo.

"I didn't stay on Friday if I had something to do," An Luo replied as he drew the paintings I liked with serious strokes.

"Oh, that's right, when did you arrive?" I was still munching on my sandwich and questioning.

"Soon." His answer was still simple.

I've always wondered how he writes essays, how does he manage to get enough words for argumentative essays that require thousands of words? How did he manage the narratives that were meant to express emotion?

But think about the picture at this moment, it's really beautiful, just like the bridge of an idol drama, the male and female protagonists stand side by side together, one draws and the other writes. Maybe you accidentally touch your hands together, and then the chalk falls, and the two of you pick it up together, and then, your hands are held together. It's beautiful to think about.

It's a pity that this day is not beautiful, gloomy, how good it would be if it was a sunny day, the sun is sprinkled in the gaps of our shoulders......

"You, don't you want to start yet?" An Luo turned to me and asked, looking at me in a daze.

"Oh, right away" was so embarrassing that I lowered my head and didn't dare look at him.

"I'm done, hurry up, it's going to rain in a while." With that, he left.

Sure enough, romantic fantasies are only found in idol dramas.

I grabbed the draft paper and started working in earnest, and God probably heard my heartbreak, and it was raining heavily.

At this moment, in mp3, Wu Yuetian's "Love i

G" is particularly unexpected, but I never want to skip their songs.

It was finally completed after about an hour. I twisted my neck, which was about to be wasted, and looked at the finished product with satisfaction. An Luo: He must have learned to draw, and he painted so vividly. My handwriting is also very good, and I am really grateful to my grandmother for teaching me to practice calligraphy since I was a child.

It took half a sound to come back from a daze, but fortunately, the rumbling rain had turned into light raindrops.

When I turned around, Anluo was leaning against the handrail next to the stairs, looking at me.

He didn't go? Standing there all the time? He's looking at me? There are countless questions jumping up and down in my heart.

I ran over, a little nervous, a little excited, and a little happy: "Why haven't you left yet?" ”

"I didn't say I was leaving," he replied calmly.

"Then didn't you just say that it was done, and told me to hurry up, and then left." I still couldn't make eye contact with him, looking down at my feet.

"I'm going to buy water," he said, handing me a bottle.

I took the water: "Thank you! "I swear, it was the sweetest water I've ever drunk in my life.

"You don't seem to have an umbrella with you, my house is close, give you an umbrella!" He said as he handed over the umbrella.

"Well, it's still raining, let's go together." Although I stammered, it was the most courageous sentence I have ever said since I met An Luo at that time.

Of course, later I deeply realized that boys who talk little and are cold are absolutely sullen and black-bellied.

He didn't speak, just spread his umbrella and stood there. I walked under his umbrella as if I had stepped into his world, and it was the first time I felt that it was so good on a rainy day.

"Do you want to listen to a song?" I said as I handed him one of the headphones.

He took off the headphones and didn't speak.

At this moment, in mp3, "Love I

G" came quite appropriately. The heartbeat is stronger than the rhythm.

After a long time, An Luo and I discussed when we liked each other, and we argued for a long time without an answer.

Later, I put "Love I

G" as our love song. But someone very disagrees.

Actually, I just don't want to admit that I fell in love with him at first sight because of that good-looking skin. It seems like I'm too superficial.

An Luo's family is very close to the school, it is said that his family is not here, his father is an official, because he was transferred here because of work, his mother brought him with him.

"My house has arrived, and the umbrella will be returned to me on Monday." After saying that, he handed over the umbrella.

I caught it in a hurry, and I didn't have time to say thank you, he had already entered the community.

I stomped my foot in anger, oops, why is his house so close, so many opportunities to talk have been missed, what kind of song to listen to, really.