The rain still kept falling, and there was no intention of stopping.

Overhead, there was light from a telephone pole, fainting into a dim yellow.

The rose petals were scattered by the rain, and there was a petal on the ground, and even one fell on top of his head, and he didn't know it.

It's like it's numb.

Finally, the sound of rain hitting the umbrella made him raise his eyes slightly.

His eyes met, and he looked at her quietly.

There was a deathly silence in the air.

She was suddenly a little flustered, she was afraid that he would be angry, afraid that he would scuffle with her...... No, I'm afraid that I won't get along with each other in old age.

She didn't expect him to wait, she didn't expect to fall asleep.

I didn't expect him to look at himself so embarrassed,

I don't feel the pleasure of teasing him at all.

Qiao Weitang's heart suddenly had mixed feelings.

"Dog." In the end, it was Qiao Weitang who spoke first, she walked up to him, propped the umbrella above his head, and squatted down.

The light purple skirt fell to the ground and was instantly soaked by the rain.

"Jojo, why did you come to ......?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, his delicate face was gone, only a pale remainer, and even the previously ruddy petaled lips were frozen bloodless.

"I ......," Qiao Weitang said.

He was angry,

He was sad,

The dog is not happy.

This realization made her panic and didn't know how to adapt.

"What time is it?" He asked.

Qiao Weitang: "......"

Here comes the proposition.

Qiao Weitang's face did not change, and blurted out, "Half past two." ”

He raised his eyes this time, glanced at her, and then drooped again, "...... Oh. ”

didn't demolish her,

Qiao Weitang was embarrassed.

He moved his stiff body, stretched out his slender and white skin into his arms, and finally took out a soaked paper bag from his arms.

The slender and beautiful young man bit his lip slightly, extremely disappointed, and said softly,

"Gifts, all soaking wet......"

Qiao Weitang was a little stunned, "What, gift?" ”

She suddenly thought of the aqua blue dress, which turned out to be a gift for herself.

He hung his skirt in his closet and wrapped it in his clothes, so that even a fool knew what it meant.

His soft, waxy tone continued, "I gave you a gift. ”

After speaking, he was miraculously a little shy and lowered his face slightly.

The light in his eyes was dazzling, his eyes were always so good-looking, and he picked the stars in the sky to decorate them, leaving her alone to shine.

"I love it, thank you." Qiao Weitang took it and stuffed the wet paper bag into his arms.

Inadvertently touched his hand, and it was cold.

"How do you know it's raining and you won't leave?" As soon as she asked, she wanted to bite her tongue.

I kept sending WeChat messages to tell him, let him not go, don't go, wait for himself.

Jiang Tong tilted his head, as if he was thinking about it, "I don't know the way back, wait for you to pick me up." ”

Because I am afraid that when you come, you will find it empty.

There is no male god, no me.

I'm afraid you're sad, I'm afraid you're lost, I'm afraid you'll cry,

You cry,

It's going to kill me.

Although he knew that he was talking nonsense, Qiao Weitang couldn't help laughing, and reached out to rub the top of his head, "Why are you so stupid?" ”

He blinked, and he was dead cute.

turned to a low, tentative one, "male god...... Didn't come. ”

What responded to him was the girl's hug, the cold teenager, surrounded by the warm, fragrant smell of the girl's body.

Hot cheeks against cold white earlobes,

"Then I don't want a male god."