(The storyline is completely fictional, the official must not sit in the right seat, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence)

Oxford has a lot of showers and a long rainy season. On this day, Jing Hao was going to the Gippslan campus, she was walking along the main road, passing by a famous street "Shark House Street" nearby, and when she came to the intersection, she was attracted by the big shark that fell on the roof, turned in and took a few looks, but at this time it suddenly rained, very big and urgent, and it was rushing. Walk a few steps quickly, hide under an eaves to avoid the rain, and wait for the rain to stop, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing the wind. The rain was clearly coming diagonally, and even though she was hiding under the eaves, she was drenched in a few minutes. She used her hand to protect the simple transparent handout bag specially made by Blackwell Bookstore with red letters written on it on her stomach, and the rainwater flowed on the outside of the clear plastic handout bag, but fortunately no rainwater seeped into the handout bag.

Jing Hao pinned the backpack of sky blue Kipling waterproof fabric to the back of her buttocks, hoping that the eaves and body could block some rain and not get soaked in her backpack, because in addition to daily necessities, there was also a book, a book borrowed from the school library, it was terrible to get wet, and if I lost or damaged the library book, I don't know if I would be punished twice. She twisted her waist, trying not to let the rain fall into her backpack.

At this moment, the green wooden door of the postman of a house opposite suddenly opened, and a person walked out.

Jing Hao wiped the rain from his face with his hand, and when he looked closely, the figure of the man was a little familiar, and he was pushing open the door of the house to open a dark green wooden-handled umbrella. The man looked up slightly, and it was clear to him: it was Harry!

Before Harry could fully step out of the house, he looked up and saw Jing Hao, who was obviously surprised: Jing Hao was standing under the eaves of the opposite house like a soup chicken, looking pitifully at the heavy rain, the rain on his face dripping down his hair.

Jing Hao was also surprised, she never thought that she would be here, and she would meet Harry in such a bad situation. The road she walked today was not the road she walked every day, she turned around and walked here because she went to HSBC, and because she wanted to see the big shark, she entered this street.

Harry's face quickly changed to his usual expressionlessness, a little pretendedly calm, but he really didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he looked down at his watch.

The heavy rain was still falling, and Jing Hao wiped the rain that flowed down her hair on her face with her hand, and pulled the windbreaker jacket and skirt attached to her legs, which was a little embarrassing.

Harry still kept his head down and said in English, "There's still time, if you don't mind, you can come in and dry your clothes and hair before going to school." ”

Jing Hao waved his hand again and again: "Thank you, but don't need to bother you, it is OK." ）

Harry looked up, still in English, and said, "I'm assuming you were going to go to the school cafeteria for lunch and then go to my office for one o'clock class, right?" ”

Strange enough, Harry never said "guess" or "think", and he often used the word "assume" when discussing problems in class. It seems to be an English word for "guess", which is too colloquial and casual, and is not suitable for other uses. But Jing Hao listened, and I thought he was talking in the way of making papers, which was a bit strange, and the pedantic spirit was too heavy, which was the habit of nerds.

Jing looked at him and nodded.

Suddenly the rain was heavy and crackling, the windbreaker jacket was probably almost soaked, and the dress inside was also wet in some places, it felt close to the skin, the front hem of the skirt was close to her legs, and a gust of wind blew, and she couldn't help but sneeze one after another.

Harry looked at Jing Hao, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to wait for her answer.

This sudden gust of wind made Jing Hao make up her mind and no longer be polite. She hurried away, sneezing, striding through the rain through the narrow alleyways of the Shark House and into Harry's house. Before entering, she wiped the rain from her face again.

Harry, who had been standing under the eaves of his house, had already pressed the handle of the umbrella with his hand, and was going to open the umbrella to shield her from the heavy rain, but the silence was too fast, and when he opened the umbrella, she had already pushed open the door that Harry had not had time to close, and walked in.

She had politely refused, but this suddenness and swiftness had made Harry look at her before he could react. Again, the British generally do not push open the door of other people's houses to enter, they will definitely wait for the owner to open the door by themselves. A shallow smile spread across Harry's face, and he guessed that Jing Hao was really drenched in misery, and he couldn't take care of the many manners.

As soon as she entered the door, she took off her trench coat first, and Harry saw from behind that her white cotton dress was also wet here and there, and the light blue floral briefs and underwear in the wet place were looming, and it was really drenched.

Turning around, Harry quickly reflexively took his eyes off her partial "see-through suit", he was a humble gentleman, Mr. Professor, of course it was not appropriate to stare at other people's wet clothes like that.

Harry, however, moved his gaze to a large box of tissues on the coffee table next to the couch, which was something that didn't need to be stared at like that. Jing Hao looked back and saw that he was staring at a box of facial tissues, and he was looking at it intently, and he felt a little strange.

Harry then picked up the tissue box from the coffee table and handed it to Jing Hao. Jing Hao said in Chinese, "Thank you." Sorry to bother you, I had no idea you lived here. She spoke slowly, thinking Harry should be able to understand it perfectly.

Harry also changed his Chinese, speaking more slowly, and looking serious from his expression: "I didn't know you would be right outside my door." To be honest, I've never met someone I know walking on this street almost on this street. ”

Of course, not only the pronunciation, but also the order of the words he uses is still a little flawed, but there is no problem with the expression of meaning. Jing Hao was surprised again, beyond her previous impression, his Chinese is still quite good, completely able to communicate normally, but he himself said, he is a beginner, in two or three years, he has learned a little intermittently. If on the other hand, Chinese of the same age and in the same situation have learned a little English intermittently, it should not achieve such a communication effect.

At this time, Harry said softly in English: "But accidents happen all the time, and sometimes it is completely fate who you meet when you open the door." ”

It's just that he speaks too quickly and in a small voice. Jing Hao didn't hear clearly.

Jing Hao whispered, "Sorry, what?"

Harry didn't seem to hear and didn't answer her.

Jing Hao wiped the water all over her head and face with a tissue, opened the cross-body backpack to check if there was any water, and put a few things in the bag: a wallet, a pencil case, a glasses case, a bag of potato chips, a book and a small box of lip balm on the coffee table. The pencil case is Kipling, the glasses case is GUCCI, and the lipstick is Body Shop, these brands that are loved by many Chinese middle-class consumers are so expensive in China, but they are indeed much cheaper in the UK. However, her wallet was brought from China, and it was still very new, and the light blue wallet was not changed when she was used to it.

As she put her things away, she said to herself, "Fortunately, the fabric of this bag is waterproof and not wet inside, otherwise it would have been terrible." ”

This time it was Harry who didn't understand and asked, "What?" ”

Jinghao shook her head and said, "Oh, nothing. ”

Harry nodded.

After saying that, he smiled at Harry, carefully wiping some of the rain on the surface of the sky blue crossbody bag with a tissue.

Harry pointed to the white wooden door in the bathroom and said, "Uh——, if you don't mind, you can go to the bathroom and rinse it off and dry your hair with a hairdryer." In this way, you can go back to class in the afternoon, which should save time than if you find another place to solve it now. "Chinese and English are mixed, more English and less Chinese. It seems that he speaks too much in Chinese, but he still can't.

Jing Hao was a little embarrassed, and said, "Thank you, but it may take at least half an hour for my clothes to dry." ”

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Uh——, it just so happens that my niece left a set of clothes when she came to Oxford for a holiday not long ago, and I can go upstairs and take it off for you, if you don't mind." Uh——, but, that, that, the right underwear doesn't have it, you have to blow dry it yourself. ”

When he said the last sentence, Harry was a little embarrassed, with no expression on his face and no one looking at Jinghao. But probably when he was a teacher, he had to ask for it when he thought of it, and he would feel irresponsible if he didn't say it. Jing Hao was stunned for a moment when she heard this, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

She had also heard from her roommates that the British were very important about personal space and would not easily bring outsiders home, so although she walked in with her feet and body, she was always nervous and overwhelmed when she heard Harry suggest that she take a shower and change into her wet clothes. When she heard this last sentence, she regretted that she shouldn't have entered the door.

Now there was no other way, I was soaking wet, my shoes were wet, and the pair of black sheepskin flat-soled ballet shoes with a small bow on the front of my face were still trickling down the water at an unknown location. She understood in her heart that Harry had all good intentions, anyway, if she came, she would be safe, she didn't care too much, she nodded, and hurried to the bathroom in wet clothes......

I heard Harry say to her outside the door: "Uh——, in the bathroom towel drying cupboard, you take it yourself, I'll go upstairs, my niece came to Oxford for a holiday last time I left the clothes here for you to wear, she is about the same size as you, I'll hang the clothes on the door in a few minutes, you take it yourself." ”

It is still mixed in Chinese and English, and there are a few places where the word order is not right, and it is spoken very slowly, but the meaning is very clear. She was embarrassed in the bathroom, feeling that she had caused him trouble out of thin air, and her heart was beating faster than just now, and she quickly replied: "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.”

Harry went upstairs, and after a short while, he came downstairs with a cotton T-shirt and jeans in his hand. This light brown wooden staircase is narrow.

Jing had just undressed and stood in the bathtub under the shower curtain. The powder blue frosted shower curtain covers her thin, slender body, looming, like a freehand gouache painting. The white cotton dress she had just worn had been draped over the edge of the washbasin, soaked in water.

On the narrow wooden staircase, Harry walked and walked, when he suddenly stepped into the air, but fortunately he reached out and grabbed the railing, but he had already stumbled on the staircase. Harry balanced his body before he could sit down on the wooden staircase, and he couldn't help but groan.