Chapter 252 Another day I want to get in the rain
After the time reaches a certain node, the temperature drops suddenly.
The temperature drop first started with an autumn rain.
After washing away the dust and heat in the air, it will completely cool the lungs.
Strings of raindrops fell from the corners of the upturned eaves.
Shen Nanwei was lazily sleepy by the window, she couldn't sleep well in the heat a few days ago, and one night she even won Xiao Miao'er to sleep with her.
The next day I still woke up hot.
Lu Jingzhi is very innocent, there is no way, she can switch the ability to control the temperature, but she can't turn herself into a cool ice cube.
In terms of developing abilities, Niang is more creative than she is.
"Where did little Miaoer go?" Shen Nanwei felt more and more like an old hen, Jiantian was looking for her little chick.
Wei Xiaoqi looked away from the embroidery shed, she said, "She's gone to town."
The eldest daughter is out of town.
She ran to town—for one reason.
Shen Nanwei supported her forehead.
Little Miaoer is overflowing with love again.
If Lu Jingzhi went to Yan Qingzhui at the beginning, it was Yan Gou's self-cultivation, and then it was more or less related to Shen Nanwei.
Lu Jingzhi's empathy ability is not very good, but she can always inexplicably feel distressed by Yan Qingzhui.
He lives alone in a small courtyard, his health is not very good, he is not sensitive to heat and cold, and he eats casually. One day when Lu Jingzhi visited him, he only ate half a cake a day.
The whole courtyard is filled with loneliness.
Of course these are not the most important.
The most important thing is...he can't see Shen Nanwei.
Maybe a day or two.
Maybe a lifetime.
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Lu Jingzhi was knocking on the door, but there was no response for a while.
"Going out?" Lu Jingzhi wiped the raindrops from his eyelashes, took two steps back, looked up at the wooden door, and muttered, "It's raining so hard and I still have to go out."
The sky and the earth are gloomy, and the tumbling lead clouds are thick. In the eerie picture scroll, a young man walks slowly with an oil-paper umbrella. The hand holding the handle of the umbrella is pale, with cyan veins winding deep into the cuff.
The cold rain, wrapped in the light lotus fragrance, rushes into Lu Jingzhi's nasal cavity.
The handle of the umbrella was tilted towards Lu Jingzhi, his long hair was like ink hanging down his waist, and soon the raindrops slanted by the wind were stained with hazy mist.
Lu Jingzhi held his breath.
Ten thousand screaming chickens in my heart work at the same time, and finally converge into one sentence, the best in the world, worthy of the name.
Through the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, Yan Qingzhui's voice drifted over, "Why don't you bring an umbrella?"
"It was windy just now, so it's inconvenient to bring an umbrella." The drowned Jilu Jingzhi was talking nonsense with her eyes open, she just wanted to get caught in the rain.
Yan Qingzui wanted to open the lock with one hand, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was carrying an oiled paper bag.
Before he could speak, a hand had already taken over the umbrella in his hand.
The moment he took the key, his movements froze for a moment, but he recovered in the blink of an eye.
The moment the little girl took the handle of the umbrella, she deflected the oil-paper umbrella that had been tilted to keep out the wind and rain, covering his head.
She fell into the wind and rain.
Because of her height, she has to raise her arms when she lifts the umbrella.
After entering the room, she just dried her face and hair with a towel, and looked at him with bright eyes, "I just came to see if you had eaten. It has been raining continuously for two days. I'm afraid you will be hungry."
Yan Qingzhui, who had just been hungry for two days and had to wait until the rain stopped before going out to buy food: "..."
He changed the subject: "Sorry, I don't have any clothes for you to change here."
It is inappropriate for a girl to wear his clothes.
Lu Jingzhi came with a lunch box. The lunch box was tightly wrapped, and there was water on the outside, but there was no problem inside. The moment he opened it, the smell of the food suddenly occupied the room.
After two days of starvation, Yan Qingzhui didn't say anything, but Lu Jingzhi's stomach started to growl.
"I'm going home for dinner." Lu Jingzhi said and stepped into the rain.
In the gloomy rainy season, she is the little sun that illuminates the darkness.
Yan Qing followed the little girl who left leisurely and humming a song.
I haven’t said anything about it, let’s talk about it now.
The current male and female protagonists are not love.
It's friendship.
The hero is not cool, domineering, black, sick, charming, gloomy, high-cold and evil, and other mainstream characters. Labels probably can't define him. If you have to extract keywords to describe him, let's be gentle.
(end of this chapter)