Her heavy tweed coat brought a hint of warmth to Zhao Xingyuan.

"Put me down, I can go."

The girl's thin spine pressed against his ribs, making Zhao Xingyuan unbearable to press on her anymore.

The astringency in his mouth was the taste of pills, and when he became ill just now, it should have been the medicine that this little girl fed him.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel something more between his lips and teeth, but it was difficult to determine.

For a stranger to be so warm-hearted, her kindness is unquestionable.

Most people in this situation will be far away, for fear of getting burned.

As for his looks...... Zhao Xingyuan had also been sick in front of people before, and those girls who usually saw him screaming and being attentive were frightened one by one after he became ill.

And the girl, who was so frightened by the appearance of his illness that tears rippled.

Since then, Zhao Xingyuan understands that the so-called liking of those girls is actually very superficial.

Just like they will change an idol to chase every once in a while, his appearance comparable to that of a star, and his mysterious family background are the driving force for them to chase.

"Target person's opinion +20, current opinion 50."

Zhao Xingyuan moved, his feet fell to the ground, Shu Ange couldn't resist him, so he had to put him down.

"I'll help you go."

She wore a yellowed beige sweater, which the original owner had brought from the countryside.

Song Xiangzhi and her family were reluctant to buy clothes for their eldest daughter, thinking that she was slightly shorter than Chen Huaiyu and could wear her old clothes.

Chen Huaiyu refused to let the original owner wear his old clothes, and would rather donate them to the old clothes box.

As for the original owner's father, he never cared about what Chen Pannan was wearing, and he didn't even pay attention to the thickness, where could he tell the old and the new.

"Give you back the clothes."

Zhao Xingyuan stretched out his hand to untie his coat, Shu Ange pressed the back of his hand, and replied with a smile: "I'm not cold, anyway, my clothes are wet, you can wear it." ”

Shu Ange helped him walk towards the gate of the cemetery, and Zhao Xingyuan realized that her legs and feet seemed to be a little inconvenient, and she walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"What's your name?"

"Chen Pannan, the hope of hope, the Nan of the golden silk nanmu, you don't look like a Z city person with an accent."

In fact, Zhao Xingyuan speaks with no accent, but his language habits are northern.

"Well, I'm from Beijing."

"Alone? Are you so good, did you go to high school or college? ”

"Sophomore in high school."

"Hah, then we're the same."

Shu Ange took out the umbrella from her schoolbag and held it up again, Zhao Xingyuan took the umbrella from her hand and propped it up to the top of her head.

"I'll hold it up."

She also has physical illnesses and disabilities, and she is optimistic, like a dancing flame, radiating her own warmth.

"The taxi at the door, did you call it?"

"Well, it's a chartered car." Zhao Xingyuan added, "Where is your home, I'll send you back." ”

As soon as the two arrived at the door, the taxi driver started the car and turned on the headlights.

"Well, where do you live, can I stay with you for a while? If you go back wet like this, it's time for the family to scold again. ”

It's not that Shu Ange is afraid of being scolded, it's too troublesome to go back and dry his clothes. She didn't want to stay in wet clothes until Monday for school.

"I'm staying in a hotel, and there's laundry and spin drying."

Zhao Xingyuan did not refuse Shu Ange, she fed him medicine when he was ill. Theoretically, it can be regarded as saving half his life, and he should be grateful.

"That's good, thank you."

"No thanks, it's time for me to say thank you."

No one knew his identity in Z City, and Zhao Xingyuan lived a very relaxed life.

He doesn't have to wonder if others have ulterior motives for approaching him, and he doesn't need to care about other people's eyes and opinions.

After getting into the car, the driver said with a concerned face: "It's raining so hard, the two children are not drenched, and the air conditioner has been turned on." ”

"Thank you, master."

"Hehe, no thanks, just now I saw the little girl you came to the cemetery alone, and I was still a little worried. I was about to ask Mr. Zhao if I could take you down the mountain. ”

The driver is a local, and he is very familiar with the environment here, and knows that it is difficult to wait for a car at the entrance of the cemetery.

"I'm here to collect plants, thank you for your concern."

"Okay, it's going down the mountain, the road is slippery on a rainy day, and the two little classmates have put on their seat belts."

Zhao Xingyuan lives in a five-star hotel, in the center of Z City, and it costs more than 1,000 yuan to stay for one night.

This price can be rented in a remote place for half a month.

The lobby of the hotel is richly decorated, and the revolving doors are crystal clear, reminiscent of a crystal palace.

Shu Ange helped Zhao Xingyuan into the door, and the welcome lady immediately greeted him warmly: "Hello, what services do I need to provide for you?" ”

Zhao Xingyuan turned his face and glanced at Shu Ange, his eyelashes wet by the rain were like two thick little fans.

He was white, a pathetic white.

Shu Ange has a darker complexion, and black is not healthy.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry yet."

"Help me buy a set of casual men's clothes and a set of casual women's clothes and send them to room 1607. Size, just buy it according to my size and hers. ”

"Yes, sir, please write down the size and general requirements on the sticky notes."

Shu Ange didn't expect that as soon as he stepped into the hotel, Zhao Xingyuan was about to buy her clothes, and waved his hand with an embarrassed expression: "No need, my clothes can be dried." ”

"Buy."

Zhao Xingyuan looked at Shu Ange's eyes, and his attitude was very resolute: "Give me a chance to thank you, I don't want to owe favors." ”

Speaking of this, Shu Ange couldn't refuse anymore, she recalled the size of the original owner's clothes and wrote it on the sticky note.

"Okay, you two, please wait a minute, the clothes will be delivered to the room in about half an hour."

"Hmm."

Zhao Xingyuan's spirit is not very good, and his words have become less.

After returning to the room, he played a gentlemanly spirit and asked Shu Ange to take a hot shower in the bathroom first.

"You wash first, I'm much better. Your heart should not be very good, if you wear wet clothes all the time, it may cause myocarditis, which is very serious. ”

"Well, thank you for your concern and reminder."

Zhao Xingyuan hated being sick and didn't like the feeling of being weak and powerless lying on the hospital bed, so he didn't continue to push with Shu Ange.

There was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Shu Ange sat on the sofa, looked at the decoration and furnishings in the room, and had a better understanding of Zhao Xingyuan's character.

He was a very organized man, with neatly laid beds and stacked books on the table.

Shu Ange took a general look, and most of the titles of the books were related to mathematics and logical thinking.

The sofa was clean and there was no messy stacking of clothes.

The whole room is plain and tidy, as if there is no one living there.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Shu Ange hurriedly withdrew his gaze from looking around. Zhao Xingyuan, wearing a light gray bathrobe, pushed open the door and walked out.

He was tall, his bathrobe was only up to his calves, and his smooth ankles looked like works of art carved from white jade.

(Whew, rounding off is the male and female protagonists opening the room together!) ）