The question of love or not, listening to the rain can't ask it. After all, I'm not particularly good.

In the old days, every time I wanted to wear a short skirt and slim jeans like other girls, I would be defeated by my fat legs. I'm not pretty, I'm not good-looking, no wonder people don't like me.

Such thoughts will always pop up inadvertently, especially when I listened to Yu persuade Yanwu to go back to school before.

If he loves me, he will change for me, right? But he didn't, he didn't listen to me, is it because I'm not in good shape?

Another night, Yan Wu came to answer the rain, because there was a question hidden in his heart, he didn't know what to say. I suddenly remembered what my classmates said about donating blood, and said:

"I heard Lin Zi in the class say that Renming Hospital is donating blood recently, and if the blood donation is successful, there will be a 30 yuan coupon from Quanjiale Supermarket. Going? ”

Although he was very happy to say it on the surface, Tingyu clearly remembered that Lin Zi deliberately showed that he had a good time with other girls in front of him, gossiping, shopping, etc. Listening to the rain was heard by the side of the forest, and she did not talk to herself.

"Linzi?"

Hearing this name, Yan Wu thought of when Lin Zi came to him to listen to the rain. forgot at a glance, it was a face similar to Liu Yifei, mixed with a bit of British heroism. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was also a delicate voice, which complemented his appearance. It's a pity.

"What a pity?"

Hearing Yu's question, Yan Wu immediately felt weak and randomly diverted the topic.

"Let's go this Saturday! On Sundays, you will have to take an English listening test. ”

Saturday

Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's never donated blood. Yan Wu looked a little excited, and said while using exaggerated movements to compare the posture of drawing blood:

"Listen to the rain, you say, will the nurse think that this boy is a tiger and a tiger, pumping me a lot of blood?"

Tingyu didn't think about such a question, and he was dumbfounded for a while. Then he smiled and said:

"I don't know, I'll know then."

When you enter the main gate of Renmei Hospital, there is a corridor that leads to the front and back, and there are various examination windows on the left and right sides. When we passed through the corridor, there were three more buildings surrounding a small garden with a main road in the middle and paths on either side.

Tingyu glanced at Yan Wu and said:

"I'll go ahead and ask," he said, walking from the main road to a building in front of him. Seeing a fat nurse in the central window of the hall, he stepped forward and asked:

"Auntie, where can I donate blood?"

The nurse looked displeased, but said:

"Right, turn left and go upstairs"

So when he heard the rain and turned around, he saw Yan Wu behind him, so he went upstairs together with understanding.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw three big words on the glass door: "Blood Donation".

Hearing Yuyan and Wu stepped forward, a thin nurse collected blood from Tingyu, saw the needle pierced into the flesh, and Tingyu had cold sweat on his forehead, and finally closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

I only heard the nurse's soft voice comforting, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt", and I felt that my hand was touched by the other hand, and the temperature of the hand eroded the hand that listened to the rain, making the heart of the rain beat uncontrollably.

After collecting blood, Yan Wu removed his hand from Tingyu's hand, which was a very normal action, but he caught a glimpse of Tingyu's flushed face, and said in his heart:

Why are you shy again?

After Yan Wu finished collecting blood, the thin nurse asked, "I forgot to ask before collecting blood, is there ninety catties?" ”

Listening to the rain instantly changed from shyness to embarrassment. Tingyu's legs have always been thick, so he has been wearing loose pants. The upper body is very thin, with a thin willow waist and a slender neck. It gives a very thin feeling.

Tingyu had never solemnly talked to Yan Wu about this, and when he mentioned it, Tingyu was ashamed.

"Don't say ninety pounds, maybe a hundred!"