After quieting down, Yin Luo looked sideways at the window.

The bird streaked low in the air, leaving no trace.

On a rainy day, any vision is blurry.

Yin Luo still remembers that his first impression of Mu Shao was at the tribute to a black and white cat.

The cat died, but she didn't know if it was a funeral.

As a child, she only knew to cry silently.

The rain wet the eaves, and it was then that the pasture appeared in the rain, the black hair was drenched in the rain, and the black eyes were incredibly quiet.

He told her that girls could also shed blood and not tears.

Don't shed tears?

What if you're sad? She couldn't tell if it was rain or tears on her pretty face.

She just thought that the boy in front of her was so beautiful.

Hazy stunning.

Then tell me, he said.

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Now that the rain is getting heavier, Yin Luo is standing in the corridor, and the students around him have left the teaching building one by one.

The clouds on the edge of the skyline seem to be a little shiny.

Do you think there are gods living behind the clouds?

Listen to the clouds singing.

What is it that is being sung? I guess I like you or something.

When Yin Luo was about to leave in the rain, a somewhat unfamiliar male voice sounded beside him, "That.... That Yin Luo, you use my umbrella, right? ”

Yin Luo tilted his head to look at him.

Hey, it's him?

It seems to be the boy who confessed to himself but was said by himself to be a flyer?

“.... Hello. Yin Luo replied politely.

The thin boy touched his head a little crampedly, and when he was about to hand over the umbrella in his hand, a teenager appeared and directly grabbed Yin Luo's shoulder, an intimate and warm picture.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are delicate and picturesque, the black broken hair on his forehead slightly covers the corners of his slender and beautiful eyes, and his lips are lightly pursed, elegant and eye-catching.

This boy is Mu Shao.

Mu Shao raised his eyes and glanced at the boy lightly, and there seemed to be a hint of coldness in the corners of his eyes.

The boy retracted his hand in a weak heart.

"Let's go." Mu Shao retracted his gaze, opened an umbrella in his hand, and took Yin Luo's hand, his voice was low, with a hint of lightness in the coldness.

"Hmm." Yin Luo nodded obediently, shook his hand back, nodded to the boy to express his gratitude, and then left with Mu Shao.

The curtain rain is picturesque.

I still remember that the bamboo horse is beautiful and picturesque.

In the rain, he looked down at Yin Luo, who was next to him, and his thin lips opened lightly, "Don't you know if it's raining and come to me?" ”

"When I got out of school, I heard the radio telling you to go to the Youth League Committee office." Yin Luo's voice was soft, as if he was smiling, and his pupils under his long eyelashes were clear and transparent.

"So?" Mu Shao looked at her with a little deep meaning, and the end note was raised, and the timbre was moving.

Yin Luo looked up at him, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm afraid I won't find you."

Mu Shao hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, and the thin white light seemed to fall on his eyes.

Black and white, distinct.

In fact, Yin Luo understands that Mu Shao is not a gentle person.

He was cold in his bones.

And he said, "No." ”