Turn the sun into old age

The next morning was cloudy, but it started to rain when we got to the school. Qing Chen saw the school gate through the window with the unabated rain, and felt a little depressed for no reason.

"There seems to be no umbrella in the car." Uncle Wang looked around, "Why don't I drive the car in."

Qing Chen wanted to say that this was too ostentatious, so he glanced and saw a black car parked in front of him, the rear door opened, and a thin figure rushed out, then opened the black umbrella, stood in the rain and closed the car door.

Uncle Wang at the front was still rambling about the dangers of rain in late summer.

Qing Chenyi saw that the man seemed to be about to enter school, so he quickly picked up his schoolbag and opened the car door.

"Uncle Wang, I'll go first, I'll go in with my classmates."

After the words fell, he closed the car door and ran two or three steps forward to the side, and got into the man's umbrella directly.

"Huh?" Hua Jia was taken aback by his uninvited guest, and then she showed a subtle smile when she saw him, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

The umbrella was obviously leaning towards Qing Chenyi. Only then did he realize that the umbrella was a bit small. Looking sideways, Hua Gentian changed into a new pair of glasses, no longer a big black frame, but a silver one. Round frame.

"Let me lift it." After he finished speaking, he took the umbrella irresistibly, but found that it was still a bit difficult to cover, so he stretched out an arm to wrap around Huajia's shoulder, and the umbrella moved slightly to that side.

The distance between the two of them suddenly became very close, the rain and fog outside were hazy, and the sound of big drops of rain hitting the umbrella surface fluctuated from far to near, making the inside look like a private little world, where they could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.

Qing Chen hugged his shoulders vainly like this, and his breathing became a little heavy. From his angle of view, he could clearly see the side face of Huajie, as well as the two eyelashes hidden under the glasses. As if sweeping over his heart, crisp and numb...

Fortunately, the distance was not far, and the two of them walked for 5 minutes to the corridor downstairs of the teaching building.

The umbrella was tilted away, and the rain fell and hit the stone steps.

At this time, when the wind blew, Qing Chen realized that half of his shoulders were wet, and the cotton T-shirt stuck to his skin, making him uncomfortable.

Huajiao obviously saw it too, and looked at him with apologetic eyes, "Why don't you block yourself a little more."

He shook off the water on the umbrella, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it will be done later."

Huajiao followed him upstairs, but there was still unresolved sadness on his brows, as if the consequences of this matter were very serious.

It had been raining since morning, and it didn't stop until noon, when get out of class was about to be over for dinner.

When Qing Chen was in class, his attention was always taken away by the beautiful red. It was at this time that he discovered that Huajiao seemed to like rain very much. During class, he kept looking out of the window and lecturing completely.

But even more strange things happened again. Although he hadn't attended class for long, he had already heard that the foreign language teacher had a hot temper, and he would lose his temper when he saw those who didn't listen carefully.But today she had two consecutive classes, and Hua Gua didn't even look at the blackboard for a second, so she didn't say anything.

On the contrary, the mischievous front desk of Huajiao was severely reprimanded, and a set of chalk throwing set was also given as a gift.

He was distracted, and listened to the head teacher on the podium racing against the clock, taking advantage of the last few minutes to announce the news of next week's monthly exam in advance.

"Ouch—another exam."

The class exploded all of a sudden, and everyone sighed.

Realizing that Xu Ranzheng beside him was indifferent, Qing Chen had a guess in his heart in vain.

"You got good grades?"

According to his observation for so many days, the person next to him reads books after class. From world classics to romance novels, all kinds of textbooks are piled up on the table and lockers. He is typically a dull and good student.

Sure enough, Xu Ranzheng tilted his head to look at him, and replied, "Well, I am No.2 in the class."

"Then who is No.1?"

As soon as Qing Chenyi finished asking, he saw a sly expression of "You really asked" appeared in the eyes of his deskmate.

I saw him shaking his head lightly, nodding his head to signal him to look back: "It's far away from the horizon, but it's just the object of your observation all morning, young man."

"Flowers are also—"