Chapter 12 Do you still have a hobby of getting wet in the rain? There were layers of dark clouds, and before nightfall, the sky began to darken, and soon it started to rain violently. Others were picked up by family members one after another, or left under umbrellas with friends. There are fewer and fewer people in school. Fu Linchuan was still writing questions with his head down. When he raised his head again, he was the only one left in the whole classroom. He looked down from the window. The patter of rain hit the glass, and then merged into water and spread down, like a water curtain, and the figures outside the window were also blurred. But he knew that no one was waiting for him outside. Grandpa is very busy, his father doesn't like him, and he has no friends. He walked downstairs numbly, thinking about the feeling of the rain hitting his body. It's very cold, my clothes stick to my body, and my hair drips. The books also get wet, so he didn't leave until he finished all his homework today. Growing up, there were many such things. Even when my mother was still alive, she would not remember to give him an umbrella on rainy days, and she might not even remember that she had a son. He stepped into the rain curtain and paused to adapt to the temperature of the rain falling on his body. One second, two seconds, three seconds. The rain hasn't fallen yet.
He raised his head strangely and saw an umbrella. Translucent pink, you can see the rain falling on the other side and then sliding towards the edge. He turned around suddenly and saw a girl with long black hair, holding an umbrella and looking at him expressionlessly. Seeing him turn around, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "The top student still has a hobby of getting wet in the rain?" "Looking at your name, there should be no shortage of water in the five elements." Fu Linchuan came to his senses at this moment and replied at a loss: "No." Seeing his serious expression, Tang Zhiyi suddenly wanted to tease him, so she got closer and asked, "Nothing?" Fu Linchuan was forced to lean back, turned away and said, "I don't like getting wet in the rain." "Oh~" She glanced at the sky outside, "Do you have a hobby of standing alone in an empty building?" ".nor." Tang Zhiyi came down from the stairs and stepped into the water. "Let's go then." Fu Linchuan followed the girls' steps and walked slowly outside the school. He had to arch his body slightly because he was too tall. After walking a few steps, the girl suddenly stopped. "Take it." She gave him the umbrella, and Fu Linchuan took it. He consciously held the umbrella with the hand closest to her and continued walking with her. No one else could be seen on the entire campus. They shared an umbrella and walked in the rain, as if they were the only two people left in the world. Fu Linchuan didn't know where he was going, and he forgot how long he had been walking. He only knew that he kept walking with the girl. It seemed like she had walked for a long time, but it didn't seem like she had walked very long. The girl stopped at the eaves of a roof, and there was a corridor entrance inside.
"I'm here, you can go back too, I've given you the umbrella." Fu Linchuan had many questions in his mind. He had been holding them in for a while, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, it all ended with her words—— "See you tomorrow." Will they meet again tomorrow? The girl walked towards the corridor without looking back, and he noticed that the hem of her skirt was a little wet. Fu Linchuan kept watching her walk up the stairs step by step, enter the corner, and then disappear. He turned around and looked around. This is a rental area outside the school. Not far, but he never came in. He slowly walked outside, took a taxi, and returned to the cold house. Although the house was quiet when my mother was here, she would occasionally play with some flowers and plants, which made her a little angry. Nowadays, everything is clean and tidy, cold and lonely. He walked into the house and put the umbrella by the door. That touch of pink became the only color in the whole house. He looked at the completely dark sky outside and began to look forward to dawn for the first time. The next day, Fu Linchuan came to school early and stood at the school gate, watching the people coming and going, looking for the figure from yesterday. He also held an umbrella in his hand. Until his deskmate walked in, saw him standing at the gate, walked up to him curiously and asked: "Linchuan, what are you doing here?" Fu Linchuan only glanced at him and continued to stare at the door. "Wait someone." "Who are you waiting for?" Fu Linchuan was about to answer, but suddenly realized that he had no information about the girl last night. I wonder what her name is, who is she? Which class are you in? And why help him? While waiting for his answer, my deskmate looked left and right, and suddenly spotted the neatly folded automatic umbrella in his hand. pink? Girls' stuff? "What you are waiting for is a girl?!" The classmate was as surprised as if he had discovered a new world. Isn’t it? Isn’t it? This brother who has always rejected people thousands of miles away and only read books about sages has finally been captured? Which god is it? Just as he was thinking about it, he saw his deskmate's searching eyes suddenly stopped, looking in one direction without moving. He followed his gaze and saw a tall girl wearing a white mask standing at the door, looking back at his deskmate with a faint eyebrow. Then his deskmate walked over to the other person. Although he was wearing a mask, due to his temperament and appearance, he recognized him at a glance as the transfer student who had just joined their class yesterday. Fu Linchuan walked up to her and handed her the umbrella: "Thank you for the umbrella yesterday."
Tang Zhiyi took the umbrella and nodded. Put away your umbrella and walk towards the classroom. After taking two steps, he looked back at the boy who was still standing there, tilted his head and asked, "Class is about to start, you still won't leave?" Fu Linchuan came to his senses and followed her pace. He followed her silently, feeling that he needed to ask something. However, he glanced at the girl who was walking intently. She didn't seem to want to talk to him. After hesitating all the way, and seeing that he was about to reach the door of Class 1, he finally decided to speak. Tang Zhiyi lowered his head and coughed twice. He momentarily forgot what he was going to ask and asked nervously: "Are you sick?" Tang Zhiyi pulled the mask up a little and said in a weak tone, "I have a bit of a cold." Thinking of yesterday's heavy rain, Fu Linchuan subconsciously felt that it was his fault: "Is it me?" Tang Zhiyi interrupted him: "It has nothing to do with you, don't think too much about it." The two of them walked to the door of Class 1. Fu Linchuan stopped. Just as he was about to tell her, "I'm here," he saw her continue walking in and sat down two rows away from him. He was slightly startled, she was in the same class as him? But he didn't seem to be impressed. He sat down in his seat, and his deskmate also came in. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to ask: "Do you know your new classmates?" After asking, I felt a little strange, "Then why didn't you talk to each other yesterday? No, she seemed to have called you by name. It was your reaction that was too cold, which gave me the illusion that you didn't recognize her." Fu Linchuan paused and recalled yesterday's memories. It seemed that a new classmate had arrived, but he didn't pay attention while he was studying questions. During the physical education class, several girls came to him to confess their feelings, and one girl asked him to draw the curtains. He frowned slightly and asked his deskmate: "What's her name?" (End of this chapter)