The classmates all smiled and turned their heads to look at Li Minghao.

After that, some people shouted one after another, who is your mother to give you an umbrella.

The students who were not called stood up anxiously and looked out the window.

An Luan also looked out the window, waiting for her aunt to come and give her an umbrella.

The students in the class were all picked up by their families, and only An Luan sat in his position in a daze, looking out the window.

An Luan got up anxiously and stood under the eaves and waited.

The rain was crackling, almost downpouring.

Under the eaves on the left side of An Luan, there was a conversation between an old man and a young man - "Milk, why did you come so late?" I'm in a hurry! It's slow, it's slow, you're slow. Next time you ask my grandfather to pick me up, you're too slow. ”

"I'm sorry, my precious grandson." The grandmother was distressed and half-hugged her grandson, carefully changed the rubber shoes for her grandson, and then picked him up.

The grandson angrily urged his grandmother's shoulder, "Hmph, don't pick me up next time, it's too slow." ”

An Luan looked at them stupidly as they disappeared into the doorway.

An Luan waited a little longer.

She blinked: Don't be stupid, my aunt won't come to pick you up again.

A voice told her.

An Luan took a breath and rushed into the heavy rain without hesitation.

It hadn't been long since she ran wildly, and the heavy rain had quickly soaked all her clothes.

Her shoes stepped on the puddle one by one, making an empty and silent sound.

An Luan pushed open the door and entered the house, and saw the aunt sitting at the table leisurely knocking melon seeds.

She was looking up at a folk tune.

The aunt saw An Luan, who was drenched in a wet body, and frowned: "I originally wanted to give you an umbrella, but when I think about it, the umbrella was broken by you." Who told you to break the umbrella. You deserve it. ”

An Luan only felt cold, and she shivered from the cold.

An Luan walked into the room, took out a dry suit from the sack and put it on.

Yes, how did An Luan forget, the wind was very strong last time, and her umbrella was blown apart, and when she got home, her aunt said angrily, this umbrella was damaged by you, and I won't buy you an umbrella again.

"Auntie, I went to school." An Luan put his schoolbag on his back, put his hands behind his back, covered his schoolbag, and was about to rush into the rain.

"Wait, don't panic."

An Luan turned around suspiciously, and the aunt walked into the house, and not long after she came out with a white sack in her hand.

She twisted the white sack into the shape of a mourning hat, and walked over to put it on An Luan's head.

The pointed top of the hat and the long hem really look like a mourning hat for a funeral belt.

An Luan was reluctant to take it, but she was afraid that her schoolbag and clothes would be soaked in the rain.

An Luan ran on the road, she ran fast with her head down, afraid of being seen.

On the third day of the sunny day, the aunt took An Luan to the new house to pack up her things.

It's already dark.

An Luan moved the bricks in the house outside, but she didn't expect to see a scene that shocked her, she saw the chubby body of the little aunt being pressed underneath, and the person touched her for a while.

"Get up, get up, get up, get up!" The aunt saw An Luan and nervously slapped the person who was pressing on her.

The person who was pressing on her raised his head to look in the direction that the aunt was looking, and they all looked at it without blinking, standing at An Luan, which was six meters away from them.

The man was so frightened that he was still lying on his aunt's body.

The aunt slapped him on the back angrily, "Get up! Where is the child? ”

There was silence on the way back.

"He's drunk." The aunt spoke.

This time, An Luan was rarely silent and did not reply to her words in time.

"Tell Auntie what you're thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything." An Luan asked in a puzzled tone, and asked in an inexplicable tone.

"He was drunk, and he was just joking with his aunt. You don't tell anyone. ”

"I know, I know he's just joking when he's drunk."

"Hehehe! Mountains aren't stupid. It's good to know. ”