Summer thunderstorms come quickly.

The sound was loud and irritatingly noisy.

Watching his figure gradually disappear from his field of vision, Song Xingran's eyes suddenly blurred.

Hot tears fell one by one, and they were no longer controllable.

She slowly crouched on the ground against the cold wall, as if her strength had been drained.

In his right hand, he still had the cell phone that was going to call him, and now, it seemed that it was no longer necessary.

The thunder outside was loud, and the rain was her most annoying and irritating.

Song Xingran suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

With his hands on his knees, his head bowed, and nothing hidden, he cried.

It was raining heavily.

Xiao Yang held an umbrella, and when he arrived at the gate of the hospital, he saw Lu Qingchen walking out of it.

The man's face was gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, and even if he was a little away, Xiao Yang seemed to be able to feel the violent aura on his body.

Depressed, heavy.

Xiao Yang stepped forward anxiously, ready to hold an umbrella for Lu Qingchen, but saw that Mr. didn't seem to see him.

Striding straight into the pouring rain.

Xiao Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but gave up again.

After sighing heavily, he followed with an umbrella.

It seems that Mr. and Miss Song quarreled again, and it is clear that this time the situation is very serious.

The cold raindrops hit Lu Qingchen's face and body, he seemed to be unaware, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Soon, the rain soaked his blazer and the black shirt inside.

He didn't dare to stay here, he was afraid that he would hurt her again like before.

He could only walk faster and faster, but his heart also hurt more and more.

Even with it, my head hurts.

No doubt, her words stung him, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to escape.

Looking at the huge rain curtain in front of him, Lu Qingchen's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Just such a person, standing silently under the rain curtain.

The rain slid down his eyelids, obscuring his vision.

In her memory, she was afraid of such thunderstorms.

Both now and before.

The sound of too much rain would make her irritable, and whenever this happened, she would always take the initiative to hold him.

In his arms, pitiful.

He liked to rely on his dyeing like that.

Holding her in his arms like that, holding her like a baby, is what he likes the most.

She would talk to him softly, and those wet eyes always tugged at his heartstrings with ease.

His dyeing ......

He clenched his fists, turned around quickly, and walked back.

Xiao Yang had just caught up with his husband's pace, but saw him suddenly walk back.

couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, scratched his hair, and resigned himself to follow.

Song Xingran hugged his knees with both hands, the mobile phone fell to the ground, the whole person shrunk into a small ball, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he kept sobbing.

She didn't want to cry either.

is such an adult, she will feel very shameless to cry, and it seems that she is very hypocritical.

But it's just that I feel aggrieved and uncomfortable.

When she was with Lu Qingchen before, she could cry in his arms like a child unscrupulously.

But now......

When a girl cries, she must not think nonsense, otherwise it will really ...... The more I cried, the more sad I became.

Tears snapped and couldn't stop falling out.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps.

Stop in front of her.

Song Xingran raised his head suddenly, and looked at the person standing in front of him with teary eyes.

What catches my eye is still that extremely familiar face.

The rain drenched his hair, his face was stained with water, and even his shirt was wet.

It seems that he is not embarrassed, but a different desire.