After the rain

After the rain

Author:1935

A bad name and a bad copywriting.

Song Qikun attacked, Shen Yan received.

Content tags: blooming season, rainy season, growing campus

Search keywords: Protagonist: Song Qikun, Shen Yan┃Supporting role: quite a lot┃Others:

One-sentence introduction: After the rain, the sky is sunny

Conception: The rainbow is so beautiful

1. Beginning of Autumn

The beginning of autumn has just passed, and the high temperature and heat waves that have been rampant for more than two months have calmed down. The evening breeze brings a little coolness, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared from the sky, the community gradually became lively.

The uncle who just finished eating couldn't wait to bring chess and play a few games with his old friends in the light of day; the aunt who packed the kitchen dressed up and went out to dance square dances with her sisters; young couples took a leisurely walk hand in hand; children played There is a long team lined up next to the slide in the area, and the adults are sitting and chatting by the flower bed not far away, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

The bicycle turned two corners and parked in the open space beside the flower bed. Song Qikun strode into the unit building and happened to get off the elevator.

The two men in the elevator were both unfamiliar faces, wearing dark blue work suits. Judging from the logo on the clothes, they should be workers of the moving company. One of them met Song Qikun's eyes and grinned.

He smiled back.

The elevator went up and stopped on the sixth floor, Song Qikun stepped out of the elevator and paused.

The public corridors are full of large and small boxes and woven bags, and because there are so many of them, there is barely a way for one person to pass through.

He glanced at it in general. The big items are basically furniture, and the outer packaging is clearly written. As for those woven bags, they should theoretically contain bedding, although it seems that there are too many.

Thinking back carefully, someone did come to see the house in the past two weeks. He happened to see that man in a suit and leather shoes when he went out to take out the garbage. Looking at the house gave people the feeling that he was completing a tens of millions of projects. The temperament is out of place here.

It's a bit like the famous president who is worth hundreds of millions in TV dramas.

He was busy making up his mind at the time, and he didn't realize that he stared at the person for a long time, until the person frowned and looked over, his eyes were like knives, and he was so scared that he hurried away with the garbage.

Walking through the narrow passage with hands tied, Song Qikun took out the key and opened the door of his house.

Song Ye and Wang Zhiyun were sitting on the sofa in the living room chatting when they heard the door opening and turned their heads in unison.

"I'm back." Wang Zhiyun patted Song Ye and stood up: "Ready to eat."

Song Qikun put on his slippers, went back to his room to put his schoolbag, washed his hands and went to help serve the dishes.

Dinner is four dishes and one soup, with his favorite steamed fish.

He took a sip of tofu soup first, praised Wang Zhiyun's cooking skills as a routine, and then asked, "Oh my mother, what's going on with those things outside?"

"The things of the new neighbor, you told me that someone might come to the opposite door, forgot?"

"I haven't forgotten, what I said is why don't you move in, and leave it all outside."

Wang Zhiyun said: "Not long after you left at noon, the people from the moving company came, but it seemed that the water pipe was leaking, so we piled things outside first."

"Oh." Song Qikun nodded, "Then be careful when you two go out, don't bump into each other."

Wang Zhiyun laughed, "Don't worry, I won't be with your father."

"Yeah." Song Qikun said lightly, "I don't know who knocked down the trash can downstairs last time."

Hearing this, Song Ye felt that he could no longer keep silent, coughed dryly, and picked up a chopstick of fish meat for his son, "Eat more."

"Thank you dad."

The moving company is very efficient. After the water pipes are repaired, they start to move things into the house.

The sound insulation of the community is good, but too much movement will inevitably disturb people.

After eating, Song Qikun went back to his room to write papers, stared at the math problem in front of him for a full 10 minutes, and found that he couldn't concentrate, so he gave up. He sighed and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Tang Chen.

Song Qikun: [Someone came from the opposite door of my house. ]

The other party replied in seconds: [Just the one you said last time? ]

Song Qikun: [Probably, but as long as it's not the same as the previous one, it doesn't matter who it is. ]

Tang Chen: [Maybe, don't sleep at night, just pray hahahahahahaha. ]

The one who moved in three months ago was a young man who played music. He stayed up late at night and yelled like ghosts. The magic sound pierced through the walls and made the residents on the upper and lower floors miserable. After two nights, he was complained and moved a week later. gone.

It can be said that it comes and goes in a hurry.

Song Qikun was in a bad state in class that week. He was unconscious in the morning and drowsy in the afternoon, and tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep. He was forced to suffer from the legendary acne and two panda eyes.

At around nine o'clock, the movement in the corridor finally disappeared.

After Song Qikun finished a set of math papers, he turned off the lights and went to bed at 10:30.

Early the next morning, Song Qikun went downstairs for a morning run and stopped by to buy something to go back early.

The sky was bright, but the sun hadn't risen yet. The temperature at this time was very comfortable. He jogged around the whole neighborhood, and then bought buns at Zhao's bun shop on the right side of the south gate.

This steamed stuffed bun shop moved from Wanqing Road last year. It is said that after the business boomed, the shop there was too small and inconvenient.

The proprietress is very skilled and kind, and many regular customers are even willing to go a long way to buy her steamed stuffed buns.

It was still early, and there were not many people queuing in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop. The lady proprietress was quick in her hands and feet, packed and collected money smoothly, and sent away batch after batch of customers.

Wang Zhiyun likes custard buns, Song Ye likes red bean paste, and Song Qikun himself likes meat buns.

Custard buns are relatively small, he bought four, and two each for red bean paste and meat.

"Thank you auntie."

"You're welcome, come again next time!"

After buying the buns, Song Qikun turned around and saw Wang Zhiyun coming out of the community riding a small electric donkey.He beckoned, and waited for someone to stop to pass the bun over, "Mom, are you going to the vegetable market? Shall I go with you?"

"No need." Wang Zhiyun took the bun and said, "Go back and do your homework."

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

There was an old man doing Tai Chi in the open space downstairs in the community. Song Qikun stood and watched for a while, and suddenly couldn't help taking a few steps closer.

What is that orange, fluffy, huge lump on the edge of the flower bed not far away?It seems to be still moving?

Song Qikun walked over, and after seeing the unknown creature clearly, he was speechless for a moment.

Is this a pig?Or a pig?Or a pig?

He couldn't believe that someone could raise a cat like this, so fat that it seemed that it had to rest for a while after two steps, and the flesh on its body was dangling, especially the belly, which was so round that it seemed to be stuffed with a rubber ball.

It is said that big oranges are the most important, and it really lives up to its reputation.

It is not afraid of people, and when Song Qikun touched it, he stretched his neck and rubbed against his palm.

"So obedient." He knelt down, stretched his claws towards the orange cat's belly, and couldn't help sighing again: "This is real meat."

Song Qikun likes cats very much, and has always wanted to have one, but Wang Zhiyun is allergic to pet hair, so he had to give up.

Or go to someone else's house, once he meets a cat that is not afraid of people on the road, he will not be able to walk.

Song Qikun wanted to see how heavy the orange cat was, and was just about to pick it up, when the orange cat let out a cry, turned around with difficulty, and moved its fat legs.

Song Qikun made way for it, "Where are you going?"

The orange cat suddenly became flexible at this moment, and ran away with small steps.

His eyes followed the orange cat, and he naturally saw a figure slowly approaching not far away.

It's a boy.

He is tall and thin, wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pressed so low that his face cannot be seen clearly, and the sleeves of a white round-neck shirt are so long that they hang down to cover half of his palm.

The orange cat happily ran to the boy's feet, with its tail curled up and wrapped around the boy's calf, and its body clinging tightly around it.

The boy bent down, picked up the orange cat easily, and continued to walk here slowly.

When passing by Song Qikun, he didn't look sideways, as if he didn't see this person.

Song Qikun was a little embarrassed, touched his nose and followed the boy.

It's not that he wants to follow, but that the boy's path of action is highly overlapped with his own.

Enter the same unit building, take the same elevator, and stop on the same floor.

He watched helplessly as the boy opened the door of 603 and then closed it.

Only then did Song Qikun realize that this boy was the new neighbor who raised a pig, no, a cat.

Song Ye, who couldn't wait for his son to buy breakfast, cooked two eggs by himself and dipped them in beef sauce.

Just one bite and the door opens.

"Dad." Song Qikun handed him the still warm steamed stuffed bun, and rubbed a boiled egg on his hands after washing his hands, "I've met a new neighbor."

Song Ye pushed the beef sauce over to him, "When?"

"Just now, man, he looks about my age." Song Qikun swept the eggshells into the trash can, separated the eggs in half, picked up a little beef sauce with chopsticks, and smeared it on.

"Did you say hello to people?"

"No." Song Qikun said, "I don't think he's easy to get along with."

"How to say?"

"I can't tell." Song Qikun cleaned up the eggs and buns in twos and wiped his hands, "You'll know when you see him. I'm going to take a shower."

In the afternoon, I made an appointment with Tang Chen to play golf.

Song Qikun asked him, "Why are you free today? Did you come out with a burden?"

Tang Chen's mother opened a small restaurant on Wanqing Road, and the business was pretty good, so he had to go to the restaurant to help out during the holidays.

"Almost." With a straw in his mouth, Tang Chen patted the schoolbag in the bicycle basket, with a slightly tugged expression, "I told my mother to come and learn from you."

"Auntie can trust you?"

"Impossible." Tang Chen was more self-aware, and said, "Probably because I was holding back hard, deliberately