Below the teaching building, many people are sheltering from the rain, some people are waiting for their parents to pick up, waiting for the driver to pick up, although it is a small town, but because the school is good, there are many children from rich families, and some people are waiting for the rain to stop.

Of course, people who don't want to wait, and live close to home, simply rush straight into the rain, not caring about getting wet at all.

In this case, the people downstairs are also divided into two kinds, one is that they know that someone will come to pick them up, so they are calm, and the other is sad.

A very realistic thing, not everyone's parents have time, in this era, overtime is commonplace.

Han Jinyue is naturally the one who is confident, in fact, many times, she feels that someone will pick her up after school, which is very troublesome and not free, other classmates can go out to play first and then go home, but she can only go home directly, and cannot play with her classmates.

But when she encountered this kind of weather, she felt a little refreshed.

She stood on the top of the higher staircase, her eyes glancing downward, and there was a sense of looking down on the people.

Sometimes, happiness is actually very simple, it doesn't need to be good, it just needs to be a little bit better than other people, and then it's very happy.

Then, she saw Zhao Cheng, next to Zhao Cheng, there was a tall boy, the two laughed for a while, and then the tall boy rushed directly into the rain, just that one sprint, quite a bit of wind and water cold.

Han Jinyue vaguely remembered that this boy seemed to be called Lu Xun.

When school first started, she seemed to have seen that the other party was picked up by a car, but now she doesn't know why there is no more.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was because the other party wanted to be "free".

After all, even she, many times, feels that she goes home directly after school every day, which is not very comfortable.

As for Zhao Cheng, he stayed in a sheltered and somewhat warm corner, sneezing incessantly.

If he hadn't caught a cold, he would have charged with Lu Xun, but now, he felt that his life was still important.

I was already sick, and it would rain again, and I would be sent directly to the emergency department at night......

And if you want to wait for someone to pick it up, his parents' company is outrageous, and he can go home at eight o'clock in the evening, which is no overtime, and occasionally he will even go home in the middle of the night.

In this regard, he has no resentment, in some places he is very clumsy, but in other places, he is very governor, his ancestors, three generations of poor peasants, his parents can gain a firm foothold in this small town, there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, it is already doing their best.

Although he feels that life does not need to be so tiring, he also respects the choice of his parents.

Yes, Zhao Cheng can only hope that this rain will stop as soon as possible.

Thinking in his heart, Zhao Cheng didn't like the ground was dirty, and sat directly on the ground.

was sick, tired quickly, plus a day's classes, Zhao Cheng only felt that the whole person had no strength at the moment.

Yes, he squinted and looked at the people hiding from the rain in front of him, as the number of people decreased one after another, he couldn't help but think to himself, if only at this time, someone could save himself, it would be better to be a beautiful girl, falling from the sky, like a light, holding an umbrella, sending himself home.

Of course, in fact, as long as you have an umbrella, you can't be a beautiful girl, and even the gender doesn't need to be so tight......

Zhao Cheng felt that probably because he was sick, he seemed to be weaker, more sentimental, and more fond of fantasies.

He believes that there will be such lucky people in reality, but he just doesn't believe that this kind of thing will happen to him.

This world has never been fair, some people are young at this age, and some people are survival at this age.

The world's prejudice against the weak is even more terrifying than any sword.

And unfortunately, he is a weakling, a weakling who likes to fantasize.

As for the only fairness in this world, probably everyone has the opportunity to gamble everything and pursue what their hearts desire.

Whenever he did, he felt like he might be a writer.

He is young and his heart is old.

Thinking about it, he became more and more frustrated.

He actually saw Han Jinyue, but he didn't say hello, maybe because the other party's aura was too strong, or maybe because he wasn't familiar enough with the other party?! Maybe it's because of the so-called self-esteem?!

He knew that the other party was picked up by a driver every day, and he couldn't help but wonder if the opportunities were created by himself, if he was at this time, he would lick his face and let the other party give him a ride, but he didn't know if he could.

In this way, he can get into the bed early and sleep until the end of the day, instead of sitting like this, which is very uncomfortable, waiting for a rain that does not know when it will stop.

"Zhao Cheng's Zhao Cheng, as a weak person, has to fight for a miracle by himself, how can a miracle fall directly on your head?!"

"You have to be brave......"

For some reason, at this time, Zhao Cheng suddenly had a surge of courage in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, he should not have this kind of thought and courage, but now he is probably feverish and confused, and such a thought has appeared.

……

At this time, Han Jinyue also had the idea of inviting the other party and sending the other party home for a moment.

She felt strange that she could have such thoughts.

"Is it because you look at each other pitiful?!"

Han Jinyue found a reason, she vaguely knew that Zhao Cheng had a cold, after all, she couldn't hide her sneezing at all.

Obviously, she gave birth to such an idea because she was Han Daxia and kind-hearted, not because of anything else.

Yes, almost the moment this thought came to mind, she subconsciously denied it.

After all, I've never sent someone home, so what if the other party misunderstands?!

At the beginning, he just invited him to drink a bottle of water, and the other party liked her so much, even Fan Qingmeng, a demon girl, couldn't let him change his camp, if he was sent home, wouldn't he have to be entangled to the earth.

It's terrifying to think about it.

You must know that the bottle of water she invited at the beginning of the school year, she waved her hand and invited everyone in the class, just to highlight her own pride.

"Miss, it's raining so hard, can you take me for a ride later?!"

Han Jinyue was still in the slightest, and then she saw Zhao Cheng licking her face and coming over, and called her nickname.

She was a little surprised, she didn't expect the other party to have such courage, she really hadn't found it before.

However, she already had an idea in her heart, and she subconsciously refused: "Zhao Cheng, we are not on the way." ”

"Okay!"

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's courage was directly gone, and he sat back in his corner depressed.

Seeing Zhao Chengcheng shrink back like this, Han Jinyue, who had already made up her mind, began to struggle again.

It seems that he is still planning to let the other party listen to the information for him, isn't it a bit bad to do this?!

But on second thought, can this matter be compensated from other places, and it can't be misunderstood.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be rumors in the class tomorrow that she and Zhao Cheng are going home together, so wouldn't she be a social death?!

As for Zhao Cheng, I don't know if it's a psychological effect, after the courage of that moment is gone, the whole person is even more tired, not only his head is dizzy, but even the noisy voice in his ears has become strange, like a grotesque symphony, which makes the whole world seem to add a layer of crazy and grotesque rhythm, just like when he used to be in class, he secretly watched horror stories.

It's a terrible feeling.

"Zhao Cheng, are you okay?"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded in Zhao Cheng's ears.

"It's so hot, and you're sweating so much, I'll take you to the hospital......"

A cold hand was imprinted on Zhao Cheng's forehead.

"I'm fine, the hospital won't need ......"

Zhao Cheng opened his eyes and only felt that he had seen an angel at this moment.

"But, thank you, Fanqingmeng......"

Zhao Cheng responded.

"Then I'll take you home, the driver who picked me up arrived, and it just so happened that we were also on our way."

Fan Qingmeng said with a smile and stretched out his hand to Zhao Cheng.

Because foreign cars could not enter the school, it was Fan Qingmeng who held a parasol and took Zhao Cheng into the rain.

On the stairs, Han Jinyue looked at the two backs, one black and one white, shoulder to shoulder, holding an umbrella and rushing into the rain, and the whole person was stunned all of a sudden.

This is a cut off of his beard?!

No, it's my own horse boy who has been cut off!

How could there be such a thing?!

It can't be, Fanqingmeng is really kind-hearted, right?!

This is not scientific, and Zhao Cheng is not the only one waiting for the rain.

Is it to be angry with yourself?!

What a high-end tea master!

Han Jinyue suddenly realized.

Then he was furious......

It was not just because of Fan Qingmeng's provocation, but subconsciously, she always felt that something important in her body was taken away at this moment.

Subconsciously, she wanted to catch up and ask clearly, quarrel fiercely, and tear the tea in public, but then, she stopped.

I don't seem to have a reason or position to do so......

Therefore, she could only look at the rain curtain, a hundred and two black backs, farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, until finally, she could no longer see it.

(End of chapter)