Wu Xie, see you!

When it hits the window, there will be a "wow", especially loud.I stood in front of the window and looked at it, my eyes were full of white flowers.All the cars on the road moved slowly with their double flashing lights, as if they were afraid to leave, and the traffic jam began immediately.Pedestrians were running wildly in a panic, and quickly scattered into the surrounding buildings... I suddenly regretted that I didn't ask the fat man to order a meal for me.

At this time, there was a voice of cursing behind me. I looked back and saw that a colleague who had just left came back again, like a drowned chicken.She said: "Grandma, what a paw! The umbrella is useless at all, and I got wet as soon as I went out."

Suddenly, I was a little relieved, and sure enough, it had the same ending with an umbrella.

After a while, someone yelled, saying that because of the severe flooding, the rainwater had been poured into the subway line X, and several stations had to be temporarily closed for drainage.Among them is our station, sadly.The thought of gritting my teeth, stomping my feet, lowering my head and running straight to the subway was also squandered.

We cannot underestimate the spirit of having fun in the midst of suffering. Although the office is trapped in the rain, the atmosphere is not depressed at all.A girl dug out a few large black garbage bags from the cabinet, and began to study how to fully wrap herself, making a 360-degree black raincoat with no dead ends, where she cut holes, made belts, and made shoes sets.The other few looked interesting and ran to join in the fun, even saying that they still need to cut out a sense of design.But no matter how busy they are, after wearing them, they look like Killian in that animation to me.Even so, they still had a great time, laughing and taking pictures with each other.

Sister May didn't know who was there, and played music on a laptop.As soon as the prelude sounded, she clapped her hands and began to hum along. When it came to the chorus, even the "Garbage Bag Girls" sang together, pinching their throats.

"You know, even if the rain turns the city upside down, I'll give you my arms.

"I can't bear it, I saw you coming from behind, and wrote down my unbearable Lisao that lasted like a year."

Looking at everything around me, I think I should take back the idea that no one will come to "Singin' in the Rain" in the morning.If this situation continues, they are still very likely to wear garbage bags and run into the rainstorm to sing a few little love songs.

Based on my feeling and experience, I believe that this kind of rain will not last too long, and it is only seven o'clock.Perhaps influenced by their atmosphere, with the mentality of "if you come, you will be safe", I turned off the computer and turned it on again, planning to find something to do when the rain stopped, but the phone suddenly rang.

10086? !

I took a deep breath, and my heart missed a beat, and then it started beating wildly again.No... didn't you just put on your black glasses and left, why are you calling me?Or is it really 10086 this time?

I ran into the small conference room, calmed down my tense breathing, pressed the call button tremblingly, and listened instead of speaking first.The environment opposite was not quiet, and there were vaguely chaotic car horns and the sound of breathing.It seems... really stuffy.

He didn't speak, as if he was waiting for me.I swallowed and tried to say "hey".

"In the company?"

"Um……"

"Go downstairs in 10 minutes."

"……what?"

"Wait for me in the front lobby."

I didn't follow him at all, I couldn't react.Wasn't he just now... Wasn't he the one who picked up the black glasses just now?I was a little dizzy, and when I was dizzy, I asked directly.

"What... what do you mean..."

"Pick you up from get off work."

"..."

It was raining too much outside, and the sky was too dark, so I couldn't see the cars downstairs clearly, only the headlights and yellow double flashes.The whistle was so loud that it reached the sixteenth floor, but the humming from the office behind him was clearly heard.

I think I finally know what it's like to have "the air around your feet turn".

I don't know how I hung up the phone, how I packed things, how I hated the slow elevator, and how I went downstairs in a trance. I even began to suspect that I was dreaming this day, but I haven't woken up yet.

In the lobby, there are many passers-by sheltering from the rain and young white-collar workers who are hesitant about how to go.I dodged my way through the straggling crowd and into the revolving door.But I turned out of the revolving door, and immediately turned back directly.The rain was too heavy, and there was wind again, and the rain turned completely oblique due to the wind. The large glass rain cover on the door didn't do much at all.I didn't even go out, and I only showed my face, and it got a little wet.

With personal experience, the feeling will be different immediately.It turned out that the rain was so exaggerated... With such a heavy rain, the high speed is so dangerous!And the road must be very congested, his company is so far away, how long will it take to get here... don't tell me in advance, if I leave on time at six o'clock, it will be a waste of time!Thinking of this, I even got a little angry, and secretly scolded him for being a real scumbag!

After wiping my face, I moved to the sliding side door to look outside.A gust of rain hit me and hit the glass with a "wow".The rain was too heavy and the glass was scratched. I didn't wear glasses, so I couldn't see all the details of the things outside clearly. I could only stare very hard at the outlines of vehicles passing by slowly.

After a while, a black car slowly parked on the side of the road with double flashes on.I held my breath and stared at it intently.Although I can't see the appearance of the car and the situation inside the car, judging from the model and time, I think it must be him.I was going to grit my teeth, stomp the door and rush out, but the moment I put my hands on the glass, I saw a big black umbrella suddenly opened on the roof of the car.Then, Poker Bottle got out, walked around the rear of the car, onto the sidewalk, and strode towards the building quickly.He wasn't wearing a suit jacket, just a white shirt.My colleague was right. Opening an umbrella was useless. He was only a few dozen meters away, and he was completely wet after walking a few steps.

This is not writing novels or art processing. I really feel that I can't hold any other thoughts in my heart.Is there anyone talking around?Is the rain hitting the door again?I couldn't hear anything at first, and even my vision became narrow, and I could only see him.Just like in a dark theater, he is the only performer under the spotlight on the stage, and I am the only audience in this silent stage play off the stage.

There is only him...and my heartbeat in the whole world.

There are many people around me, I don't know if he sees me or not.I don't want him to be exposed to the rain any more... As soon as I put my hands on the door, the door was pushed open suddenly, and the rain came in instantly.I think the people around me should be exclaiming or scolding me, but I really can't hear anything.

Stepping out of the door, feeling the rainwater pouring over, is the feeling in a dream.

I think Poker Bottle must have seen me at this time, because he immediately quickened his pace.I wiped my face, raised my backpack in front of my face, and trotted two steps towards him with a sullen head.Then, a shadow appeared in front of me, and Poker-Face held his umbrella in front of me facing the direction of the rain.

In fact, it is quite strange, we all know that the umbrella tube is not very useful, there is not much difference between the few meters he drenches, and the few meters I walk, but we still insist on it so stubbornly, earnestly doing futile and useless work.

"Why did you come out?" Complaining tone.He frowned as he spoke, while reaching out to wrap his arms around my shoulders, pulling me towards him, and I was completely against him.I don't know if it's because of being lined by the cold rain, all the parts that are attached to him are hot, which makes me shiver all over.

"cold?"

"no……"

The moment I touched the body temperature of Poker Bottle, I seemed to hear the sounds around me again: the sound of rain, the sound of rain hitting the umbrella; very noisy.But it may be because we were too close, what he said in a normal volume was so clear to me.I don't know if he was the same, so I was a little nervous, and I carefully controlled my breathing all the way.At the same time, he convinced himself that this was because he only had an umbrella.But the effect was not ideal, my heart still beat like a taiko master... I couldn't control this, so I could only hold my backpack tightly in my arms.

When we got to the side of the car, Poker-Face raised the umbrella a little higher, covering half of the roof of the car and half of my head. At the same time, he squeezed the hand on my shoulder and said, "Open the door."

As far as our positions are concerned, it is indeed more convenient for me to open the door myself.Only then did I feel that the reaction was too slow, as if I was waiting for him to open the door, so I quickly said "oh" and opened the co-pilot's door.However, looking down at my shoes, I hesitated a bit.Even the floor mats in the stuffy car are clean, and they are made of carpet-like material.And I, not only my shoes, but also my body is wet, I don't know if the leather chair is afraid of water?

After hesitating for a second, the hands on my shoulders pushed me in with force: "Go in quickly."

He stuffed me into the car and closed the door for me.As the "bang" door slammed in my ears, the sealed compartment made me feel like I had entered another world.This world is also very lively: the car is not turned off, the windshield wiper is working hard, the double flashing is making a rhythmic sound of "click, click, click, click", the traffic station is introducing the road conditions, talking about where there is stagnant water and where there is a traffic jam , Wherever the driver is going, please detour.The rain was kept outside, and it kept hitting the doors, windows, and body of the car, making a continuous "snap" sound, as loud as being smashed by thousands of beans.

The wiper moves extremely fast, even so, the field of vision is only clear for a moment, and then it is covered by rain again.With this kind of weather and road conditions, how... and why... I still don't feel the slightest sense of reality, and the whole person is still erratic.

Poker bottle came in and threw the dripping umbrella directly into the rear footwell.The bangs on his forehead were dripping water like an umbrella. He didn't care, and stroked his hair back. Although a few locks returned to their original positions when he let go, most of the hair went back and his forehead was exposed. .I saw his forehead for the first time.He exhaled, stretched out his hand to increase the temperature of the air conditioner, opened the armrest box, took out a pack of tissue and handed it to me, saying, "Wipe."

"Hmm." I took it.

"have you eaten?"

"Not yet, oh, I'm not hungry."

Poker Bottle nodded. "I could have arrived earlier," he said, turning sideways, reaching for something in the back seat. "It wasn't raining when I left."

It was only then that I noticed that the shirt on his body was sticking to his body wetly, with the effect of perspective, revealing the color of the skin, and there was a black line on the left chest, which seemed to be a large tattoo? !I was surprised and curious about this, but his current image, obviously... Even if he is naked, I have what he has, but I still feel that his body is as dazzling as the scorching sun, and I dare not take another look.I quickly diverted my attention, leaned against the car door, took out a tissue, wiped it subconsciously, silently controlled my breathing, and tried to focus on listening to Poker Bottle.

"But the cafeteria is not open." As he spoke, he leaned towards me again, stretching his arms as far as possible.

Something seems a little off?I hid until my arms were already attached to the door, and I didn't dare to lift my eyelids. I stared at the air outlet of the air conditioner, thinking what did he say?Yes, he said he could have arrived earlier, and it hadn't rained when he left, but the cafeteria wasn't open.But... the heavy rain must have extinguished the fire of my wisdom, and I couldn't think of a logical connection between his words.

"I just...waited for a while." He held back his strength, finally reached it, sat back with the things, and let out a breath.

I pondered.Oh... So Poker Finger could have arrived earlier, but he was hungry when he left, and the cafeteria was closed, so he came out after waiting for a while after eating, and it didn't rain when he came out...

"Wu Xie."

"what?"

"I didn't let you clean the car."

I paused when I heard that, glanced at him, and then looked down at my hands. It turned out that I had been holding a paper towel and unconsciously wiping the interior of the car door.My old face became hot, and I hurriedly said: "Ah... just... it got wet when I opened the door just now..." After finishing speaking, I wiped it carefully again, and then I was about to wipe off the paper towel residue on my legs, but found No, you can't dust it into a car.

"Don't worry about it." Poker-Face leaned down at this moment, reached out and brushed my legs twice.

My whole body was tense, and my scalp was numb.He dusted the paper off my lap and put a paper bag on my lap.

Another paper bag...

"I bought it in the cafeteria. Eat it when you're hungry."

I looked down and there were two... tuna sandwiches.Come to think of it, I was too full to eat when I went to their company last time... So, his words seem to be like this: Poker Bottle could have arrived earlier, but he wanted to buy me a sandwich when he left , the cafeteria was not open, he waited for a while, bought a sandwich before coming out, it was still raining when he came out.

Canteen dinner is 50 yuan, you just use it to buy a few slices of bread, are you being taken advantage of!

Pokerfoil turned off the double flashing lights, turned on the turn signal, and was about to put into gear and leave.But he seemed to think of something again, and suddenly stopped, looked at me, and said, "If you are cold, there are clothes behind you."

I looked back and saw that it was his suit jacket, so I quickly waved my hand. "No, I'm not cold! And..." I patted the paper bag, "I'm not hungry, let's eat together later."

He looked at me and nodded.

Staring at the sandwich for a while, I felt some impulse in my heart.I wanted to ask him why he came to pick me up, why he bought me a sandwich.More than that, there are too many questions to ask him.But... very cowardly, no one asked.It's as if the fear of these questions is a dreaded switch that flips the scene and I stand there, caught between a rock and a hard place.

What saved me from my misery was the sound of a whistle.I raised my head subconsciously, and at the moment when the wipers passed by, I saw a car in front of me turn right and got off... the basement.I turned my head to look at Poker Bottle, and asked, "Brother, why...why didn't we go down to the basement?"

Poker bottle frowned for a second, and then his expression was a bit exciting.Although the change was subtle and rapid, I could still see it, and he suddenly realized something!But in the end he just coughed and didn't answer my question.

Cute bottle.

I haven't been to the basement a few times, and he doesn't work here.So, I can be sure that he, like me, didn't do it on purpose, but just forgot it in a hurry.

According to the traffic report on the radio, the road leading to my house seems to be moving slowly.Poker bottle frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, and my mood became very delicate.There is a sense of guilt that he was blocked in all directions here to pick me up, and there is also a feeling of wanting to say something to brighten the atmosphere and comfort the driver in the traffic jam, but worrying about whether it will seem weird to stand and talk without back pain idea.

In addition to constantly broadcasting road conditions and reminding drivers not to be impatient and drive safely, the male and female DJs chatted happily in order to mobilize the atmosphere.I find some stalks funny, but after I laughed, I found that Poker Face didn’t seem to care too much about the conversations on the radio other than the introduction of road conditions, which made me a little distressed...

They were almost done chatting, and they said that they wanted to interrupt a song. Since it was raining so hard, instead of being stuck on the road, it would be better not to go home, but to have a happy meal nearby, go shopping, and make a date.There is no prelude to this song, and I knew who sang it as soon as I heard the voice, so I paid attention to it.As a result, the more I listened, the more something went wrong... I felt like something was burning in my body, I couldn't sit still, and couldn't help but want to change the channel, but before I put my hand on the button, I was caught by the oil bottle, and he said: "Don't Change."

"..." I looked up.

He was looking at me, his eyes burning.

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