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"Didn't you not like to wear this brand recently?" Wang Hongbo looked left and right, "There is no new style."

Xie Lian casually replied, "Give it away."

Based on his memory, he rummaged through the hangers at the door and saw several similar T-shirts, but none of them were the same as Jiang Ye's.Thinking that there are more old imitations on the market, he walked into the shop again.

Wang Hongbo turned his head and found that Xie Lian had moved, he quickly raised his heels, and at the same time he did not forget to ask: "Give it away? Who are you giving it to? Male or female?"

"Send it to you, how about?"

"Don't," Wang Hongbo said with a serious face, "Successors of socialism are all wearing national badges. We are not used to the breath of capitalism."

Xie Lian stopped and turned to look at him, looking up from the OW co-branded AJ on his feet to the ASSC pink sweater on his body, and finally sniffed out some socialist successors from the tentatively "national brand" school uniform smell.

Xie Lian was happy, "virtue."

They searched for a while, and then the shopping guide came to help, and finally found the owner of Jiang Ye's fake on the innermost hanger of the store.

Wang Hongbo looked at the front and back of the clothes, and raised his eyebrows, "No, isn't it too bad to give this to someone? It's too old, I can't afford to lose this person! Brother Lian, tell me To be honest, did something really happen to the Xie family..."

Xie Lian said "Get out", took the clothes and walked to the cash register to pay.His right hand naturally slid into the pocket of the sweater to get the phone, but he touched the savings card given by Xie Yunli first, and in an instant, his fingertips curled up reflexively as if they had been burned by coal.

The cashier bent down and took out a folded wrapper from under the counter.

Xie Lian glanced at it and said, "No bag."

"Okay, how do you pay?"

"WeChat."

After shopping for clothes, the two went upstairs to find a restaurant. After eating something casually, it was almost time to go back to school.

While waiting for the bus on the side of the road, Wang Hongbo squinted his eyes and looked up, and said: "This morning, my mother told me to bring an umbrella because it was raining. I wonder where the rain is coming from on this sunny day?"

Xie Lian swiped his phone to check the weather, "It's okay, the weather forecast says it won't rain until after eleven o'clock, so I won't be able to get drenched on the way home at night."

"If I believe in the weather forecast, I'm a fool." Xie Lian said.

After the evening self-study, the rain curtain drew a dividing line between the brightly lit classroom and the gray campus outside. Except for a few boarding students who stayed in the classroom to continue studying, most of the students walked out of the classroom in twos and threes, holding umbrellas, Wearing a school uniform, the noisy small communication and the sound of rain mixed together, making people upset.

Wang Hongbo embraced Xie Lian, "haha" laughed twice, "Isn't there me! Brother has an umbrella, let's go with brother!"

A girl living in the school heard it in the front row. She dug out a blue umbrella from the belly of the table, bit her lip, stood up and walked over as if making up her mind.

She patted Xie Lian's shoulder lightly from behind, and when he turned around to look over, he blushed suddenly and stumbled, "Well, Xie Lian, if you don't mind, use mine."

Xie Lian smiled, "It's okay, you can keep it."

The girl nodded, and floated back to her seat with the umbrella in both hands.

When walking towards the school gate holding an umbrella, Wang Hongbo couldn't help asking: "Do you know that Xu Chengjing is interested in you?" Xu Chengjing was the girl who was going to give Xie Lian an umbrella just now.

Xie Lian glanced at him uncertainly, "You were a pimp in your last life?"

"I'm thinking for you. Xu Chengjing is so good at English, looks good, and has a gentle voice. Are you really not interested?"

"not interested."

"Damn it," Wang Hongbo looked shocked, "Isn't there a single girl who can capture your heart?"

Xie Lian gave a "tsk" impatiently, "Didn't I tell you before?"

Wang Hongbo asked suspiciously: "What did you say?"

"I don't like women."

"Oh, this," Wang Hongbo said, "Why should I..."

He suddenly came back to his senses, slowly opened his mouth so that he could stuff three steamed buns, and his hands were relieved, the umbrella fell into the rain and drew a circle.

"Are you fucking serious??"

The taxi couldn't drive into the North Community. Before getting off the bus, the driver said, "Young man, put your school uniform on your head to keep out the rain, so as not to catch a cold."

"Okay," Xie Lian nodded with a smile, "Thank you, master."

Standing at the entrance of the alley, waiting for the exhaust of the taxi to run away, he took off the school uniform covering his head and put it on his wrist, letting the raindrops hit his head, he lifted his feet and walked slowly Walk.

Before walking 100 meters, the sound in his ears suddenly changed from clattering to the dull sound of water droplets hitting the fabric. He looked up and saw that an umbrella had been propped up above his head more than once.

"Xie Lian," Jiang Ye walked around to him and stood side by side with him, "I guessed it was you from the back."

Xie Lian pointed upwards and said, "Thank you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang also smiled, his eyes cleared by the rain.

Jiang was also half a head shorter than him. In order to raise the umbrella to a higher position, he raised his forearm up again.Seeing this, Xie Lian raised his hand to take it, and the process of handing over was accompanied by the touch of fingers.Cold and damp.

Ambiguous rainy season.

After finally hiding in the corridor, Jiang also stomped his feet, and the excess rainwater was driven out from the soles of his shoes, and the gray concrete floor soon turned dark.

"Don't go yet," Xie Lian tugged at him, took out a bunch of black things from his schoolbag and handed it over, "Return your clothes."

"Ah, good. In fact, it's okay to be late." Jiang also took it, bent down to pick up the umbrella on the ground, and said goodbye to Xie Lian with bent eyes: "Then I'll go up."

Jiang also took out the key to open the door, put the clothes on the shoe cabinet after entering the house, and raised his hand to turn on the light.Jin Yao has gone out to make money, and this month he has to stay at home again.Sighing, Jiang also bent down and began to take off his shoes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something hanging from the shoe cabinet. He pinched it over and saw that it was a tag with "BOY" printed on it.

With a complicated expression, he shook off the clothes Xie Lian "returned" to him. He didn't know if it was an illusion or something, but he always felt that the prints were more delicate.

These are secondary, the main problem is that the T-shirt he gave Xie Lian did not have a tag.

Jiang also wondered, could it be that he had made a mistake in remembering that he hadn't cut off the tag when he gave it to Xie Lian?Or, there was another possibility, but he shook his head as soon as he thought of it, trying to shake off that wild guess.

After a long time, he still hesitated and took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the front and back of the T-shirt and the tag, and opened WeChat again.

Jiang Ye: Feng Chu Feng Chu

Feng Chu:?

Jiang Ye: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

Jiang Ye: Show me if it's true or not

After a while, the other side sent a message, just two words - "really".

"Xie Lian!" Jiang Ye, holding a black T-shirt in his hand, knocked anxiously at the door of 102, "Xie Lian, come out!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops were smashing to the ground.The sparrow with wet wings poked its head out of the nest and sang softly. It rolled its black eyes a few times and stretched its neck curiously to see the source of the noise in Unit [-], but the next second the raindrops gathered on the leaves It slid down and poured water on its head, and with a "chirp", the little head next to the bird's nest shrank back.

Jiang also raised his hand to knock on the door again, but the door was slammed open from the inside.Xie Lian leaned against the door and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"It's not mine." Jiang also picked up the clothes, "My one is fake."

Xie Lian said, "I know."

Jiang didn't understand what he meant, so he pursed his lips anxiously, pushed the T-shirt forward, and said in a stiff tone, "This is yours, it's returned to its original owner."

Xie Lian felt baffled, he had no idea what Jiang was being awkward about, "I changed you to a genuine one, what are you not happy about?"

Jiang also felt that he was even more baffled, "Of course I can't have it!"

"No, are you sick?" Xie Lian laughed angrily, "You have no money and still pretend|forced you to buy that junk, I didn't expose it, I thought I owe you a favor, and by the way, I became a living Lei Feng. The clothes don't cost much, you just keep them, why do you have to make such a fuss?"

Jiang Ye's face turned pale, and he looked at Xie Lian with disbelief in his eyes.

Xie Lian was so annoyed to death by his watching, kicked open the door, walked to the door of the unit in three steps, and threw the T-shirt out in a ball.

"Love or not."

After leaving these words, Xie Lian slammed the door and went into the house.

Jiang Ye was stunned for a while, then walked slowly to the entrance of the unit, paused, and then walked outside again.He saw the soaked clothes under the stairs and bent down to pick it up.The rain wetted his bangs and smeared them to his eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked at the window of Room 102, which was lit with soft yellow and warm lights.

He was suddenly a little confused.

The rain was so heavy that people could not hear even a little other sound between the sky and the earth, only the fine sound of rain remained.Hundreds of millions of small water droplets rushed to the world from under the clouds, one after another, and they will not stop until tonight passes.

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