When he returned home from self-study on Friday night, Ling Xing tried to contact Su Qingluo again.

In the past two days, she has not received good morning and good night from Su Qingluo, and she sent Su Qingluo WeChat in the morning, but she did not reply.

Ling Xing simply called him directly, and it rang until it hung up automatically, and no one answered there.

Only then did she remember that she hadn't saved Su Qingluo's phone number.

But when I think about it, what if I save his number? He doesn't answer her calls, and no matter how much he saves his number, it's useless.

On Saturday, Ling Xing arrived at school very early.

She was waiting for Su Qingluo, but today was destined to be another day that disappointed her, and Su Qingluo still didn't come to class.

It's the third day.

Taking advantage of handing in her homework, Ling Xing walked into the office, and when she saw Sister Yu, she pretended to be by the way and asked.

Sister Yu shook her head, her somewhat haggard face was full of helplessness, she turned her head and asked Ling Xing, "You have a good relationship with him, can't you contact him?"

Ling Xing was in no mood to consider Sister Yu's extraneous meaning, and shook his head.

Unreachable, not at all.

On the way back to the classroom from the office, Ling Xing bumped into Ji Yan who came to the office with his homework in the corridor.

The two hadn't spoken for a long time, and they were about to get into the habit of not greeting each other.

Ji Yan stopped her suddenly when the two were about to stagger by: "Xingxing."

Ling Xing paused and looked back at him.

Ji Yan was smiling, his eyes returned to his former gentle appearance, he looked at the homework that was stacked high in his hand, and said, "I'll go to the office to hand in my homework, can you wait for me?" Star, I have something to tell you. ”

His eyes were very serious.

Ling Xing just wanted to refuse, but Ji Yan seemed to know what she wanted to say, so he didn't give her a chance to refuse at all: "Wait for me for a minute, I'll come out immediately."

Anyway, I almost ran to the office.

The words of refusal were stuck in his throat like this, and Ling Xing squinted at Ji Yan's back, just in time to hear what nonsense he wanted to say again.

Ji Yan really came out of the office quickly, and when he saw Ling Xing, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth: "Xingxing."

Ling Xing's face was expressionless, and he went straight to the topic: "What do you want to tell me?"

Ji Yan paused, looking a little lonely: "Xingxing, we have all heard about Su Qingluo, his family is ......"

Ling Xing knew that this was the case, and interrupted him coldly: "Don't discuss other people's family affairs with me."

Ji Yan choked, and said after a while: "Xingxing, Su Qingluo's character may not be as good as you imagined, I know that if I say these words today, you may be angry, but I still want to say, you should stay away from that kind of person in the future, okay?"

What kind of person?

What kind of people?

Ling Xing paused, Ji Yan took two or three steps more than her, only to realize that she stayed where she was and didn't leave, he also paused, and looked back at Ling Xing suspiciously: "Xingxing, you ......"

"Ji Yan," Ling Xing pursed the corners of his lips and shook his head slightly: "I'm already very disappointed in you, can you not make me feel disgusting?"

Ji Yan was completely stunned, the corners of his lips trembled several times, and he couldn't even say a word.

Ling Xing stopped looking at him and walked straight past him.

When he returned to the classroom, Ling Xing heard Qiu Yilin in the classroom talking to the system again.

Bother!

But I had to listen to it.

In the past two days, Qiu Yilin's face has softened a lot, and it is no longer cold as before.

She praised the system without hesitation: "The system, worthy of you, is amazing."

The electronic voice of the system contained a little tsundere, and the current sound of Zilazila no longer existed: "Host, if you listen to me, the previous task will be completed perfectly."

"Uh-huh," Qiu Yilin smiled, "I'll listen to you in the future."

Is this considered her mission accomplished?

Shameless.

But Qiu Yilin will be like this, spreading rumors from behind, and likes to do things that are not visible and unacceptable.

They couldn't find a breakthrough point from her, so they went to deal with Su Qingluo.

The means are despicable to the point of shamelessness.

What cannon fodder?

What protagonist?

Su Qingluo is better than Ji Yan, the male protagonist, and Ji Yan can't compete with Su Qingluo with the aura of the protagonist, which can only show that Ji Yan's ability is not enough.

If you don't have enough ability, there are still two ways to go, work hard or admit defeat, how shameless do you have to think of stumbling on others?

It was a gloomy day, and in the afternoon it suddenly began to rain lightly.

Ling Xing has an umbrella in his schoolbag every day, and he is not worried about rain.

Something else worries her.

What is Su Qingluo doing at this time?

At home or in the rain?

After school, Ling Xing shook off Ji Yan, who wanted to go home with her, and she walked forward step by step with an umbrella.

There is no evening self-study today, and school will be out at five o'clock.

Ling Xing wasn't going to go home so early, she was going to Su Qingluo's house to find him.

She had seen the address of Su Qingluo's house on the home address form collected by Sun Xin before.

She knew that Su Qingluo's house was not far from her home, but she didn't know that she had really walked so far.

Su Qingluo's house is obviously a closer road to the school, why does he still walk around her house every day?

The answer is right in front of him, Ling Xing has never been a person who will escape.

Probably because of the rainy weather, before six o'clock, the street lights on the side of the road came on.

As the rain became heavier, Ling Xing continued to walk forward, and when she passed a small park, she turned her head to look at the rest chair of the street lamp.

As if she had misunderstood, she withdrew her gaze and took two steps forward.

Paused again, then turned his head to look back at the lounge chair.

She read that right, there was indeed a figure sitting on the lounge chair.

It's a teenager.

The figure was very familiar, so familiar that Ling Xing thought that he had an illusion, and blinked his eyes twice, and for a while he hesitated and didn't dare to look at it.

The boy sitting in the rest chair did not see her, he sat there quietly like a statue with his eyes down.

The rain was sprinkled all over the sky, whether it was fine or dense, and he didn't hear it, he didn't dodge, he just stayed in the rain, and let his whole body get wet with the rain.

Like a chicken in soup.

Ling Xing suddenly felt that the scene in front of her was a little familiar, and she vaguely remembered that a few years ago, she also held an umbrella to shield a drenched young boy from the sudden wind and rain.

The little boy's eyebrows and eyes were very vague in her impression, not an important matter, she really couldn't remember.

But I just feel that that picture overlaps with today's picture, and it fits perfectly.

Without any further hesitation, Ling Xing walked towards him.

She stood beside Su Qingluo, and Su Qingluo didn't hear it, only lowered her eyes and immersed herself in her own world.

His phone was still clutching the rain-soaked phone, and the screen was lit up to chat with her.

He looked at their chat records and the messages sent by Ling Xing, but he only dared to read them, but he didn't dare to reply.

Afraid of what?

Ling Xing held the umbrella high, the huge umbrella covering the heads of the two of them, she leaned down to Su Qingluo, looking at his rain-soaked hair and eyelashes.

It's no longer the same as before.

Su Qingluo saw her at this time, and her raised eyelashes trembled slightly, and they quickly drooped again.

He opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse that he could barely speak: "Star ......"

Ling Xing suddenly laughed: "Soup chicken."

Today's scene overlaps with that of three years, perhaps four years ago.

In the past, she also held up an umbrella for the little boy in the rain, saying that he was a "little soup chicken".

The contours of the blurry boy's face gradually became clear.

"Hey!" She suddenly reached out to wipe the raindrops from his brow for him.

The young man raised his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes were full of panic and helplessness, he only dared to look at it, he lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Little soup chicken!" Ling Xing called him, his voice faintly smiling.

The boy raised his eyes again, and there was a hint of surprise and surprise in his dark eyes.

Cool fingertips landed on the small red mole on the right side of his tall, straight nose bone, and she gently rubbed the skin until it was white and red.

Xiao thought about it for a long time, and finally it came true.

She smiled, and her voice was slow and soft: "Xiaoluo soup chicken, don't be sad, I will never dislike you."

I'm going to travel tomorrow, I don't know if I'm going to come more, I'll try my best to ha~