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"Hiss—" The cold wind was blowing in through the open window. The heavy rain in October is inevitable for Jingchuan, a northern city, to cool down. She tore the quilt that had fallen to the ground. Get up, get up and close the window.

Turning around and going to the bathroom to wash her face, she casually brushed her hair twice and went downstairs.

It was raining heavily outside, and Tan Chen couldn't sleep well at the bar. Song Han poured himself a glass of wine, sat down, and asked Tan Chen to go upstairs to catch up on sleep.

It was not long after she came to Chihuang, maybe eleven or twelve years old, Xiang Jinru took her to the first floor and put her next to Song Qin.That was the first time she saw such a scene, music, cheers, drums.

She still remembers the feeling as if her whole body was ignited at that time. Xiang Jinru was wearing dark makeup, sitting behind the drum set, every contact between the drum stick and the drum surface seemed to tear the space apart, her face Drenched in sweat, but also smiling, the whole person cannot be described by a single word.

Song Han was dumbfounded at the time, unable to move his eyes away, until Song Qin asked in her ear, "Do you like it?"

Her drum set was taught by Xiang Jinru herself. As a teenage child, trapped between her arms and the drum set, she will never forget the trembling feeling of the first time the drum stick falls.like or not?Of course I like it.She tried many instruments, but finally chose drums, gave up many things, and forgot many things, but she did not abandon it.

It's just that there is no way to pk with that person in the end.There was another thunderstorm outside the window. Looking at this empty place, I finally felt something was wrong.

The rain didn't mean to stop, but it was getting bigger and bigger. The school issued a notice that all students were not allowed to leave school without their parents coming to pick them up.

The third-year students didn’t feel much. They had to make up lessons at first, but the first and second-year students were relieved. After finally looking forward to the National Day holiday, they couldn’t go home. They all had sad faces and rushed to call their parents.

Bei Xiaochi asked for leave at noon to return to Chihuang because of the arrangement of professional courses. He walked to the window to look at the rain, and turned to Song Han, "Is senior sister still coming today? It's raining heavily."

"I don't know." If you don't come, then don't come. She is not in a good mood today, which may affect her performance.

Jing Fan didn't really want to stay at school, and judging by the situation, there might be a power outage in a while. As far as their school's old circuit is concerned, according to experience, it will definitely not survive eight o'clock. .

"Don't go to Chihuang today, come with me later, let Uncle Zhang contact the teacher." He Cheng suggested.

Before Jing Fan could say a good word, the phone screen lit up.

Song Han: Are you coming today?

"Let's talk about it later." She responded to He Cheng.

He Cheng nodded.

Jing Fan: The school does not allow students to go home alone, parents are required to pick them up

This school is still as responsible as before, Song Han thought, this was the school's rules when she went to school.

But before she started typing, Jing Fan's news came again.

Jing Fan: I don’t have any parents to pick me up

For a moment, something moved in my heart, um, I felt a little distressed.Although I don't know what the conflict between Jing Fan and his parents is, it is already miserable enough for a girl to live alone and go to high school alone. In this heavy rainy day, because no parents can't take her home, Song Hannao The image of a little girl whose father doesn't love her mother and doesn't love her, who lives outside and suffers all kinds of grievances, suddenly overflows with maternal love.

Song Han: I'll pick you up

Looking at the news, Jing Fan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Jing Fan: good

The math teacher was on duty for the self-study, Jing Fan sent her phone number and heard the phone ringing in front of her not long after.The teacher went out to answer the phone, came in and called Jing Fan, "Jing Fan, your parents are here to pick you up, go back, be careful on the way."

"Thank you teacher, then I'll go first."

He Cheng watched her pack her schoolbag with a puzzled expression, "Where do you come from as a parent?"

"Song Han." Jing Fan left a name and walked away.

Song Han waited at the door for not long before he saw Jing Fan running towards him with his hands covering his head. He was dressed in school uniform today, and he was still smiling when he ran over. , but there was no haze in that smile.

She opened the car door and went out, holding the umbrella and running a few steps to Jing Fan's side, "Why didn't you borrow an umbrella?"

Jing Fan wiped the rainwater from his forehead with his school uniform sleeve: "Forgot."

The two were so close together, it was pouring rain all around, the overhead was crackling, the joy in Jing Fan's eyes did not fade away, Song Han lowered his head and she raised his head, their eyes met for a moment, Song Han smiled frankly.

"Stand where I was and make a phone call, I'll go there, drenched in water..." Song Han opened the co-pilot's door for her, turned to the driver's seat, and put away the umbrella.

"It's enough to bother you." It was her waywardness in the first place, causing Song Han to make this trip, and asking Song Han to pick him up in the classroom would be too much of an inch.

"We've agreed," Song Han fastened his seat belt, and motioned for Jing Fan to do the same, "Food, lodging, pick-up and delivery are all included."

"Thank you." Jing Fan lowered his head and fastened his seat belt, just pretending that she was saying something casually.

Song Han lost his breath again, "Let's discuss something." She started the car.

"Ok?"

"In the future, don't say thank you to me."

The emotion in these words was too real, Jing Fan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Song Han didn't know how to reply when she made such a sound, and touched his nose, "What's the relationship between us, thank you so much."