"I want to go back."
When the melody of the next song played, He Shiling looked at her watch and then at the sky. The rain in front of her seemed to be much lighter. It was falling drop by drop. It might not be long before it stops. .
"Okay." Suddenly I remembered that they hadn't had lunch yet and it was time to go back. Ke Mengnan came over and handed over one of the book bags and the umbrella, "This is yours, and you can take the umbrella too."
He Shiling reached out to take it, opened the umbrella, and prepared to leave.
"Hey -" Ke Mengnan's voice came from behind, "It's just this umbrella, won't you give it to me?"
"I have a name." He Shiling turned around and looked at him, "When can I go to the stream to admire, pick water chestnut flowers and go boating? He Shiling."
"What did you say?" Ke Mengnan smiled. Even though he knew her name, he still felt different when he heard her say it. He reached out and held her sleeve, "I remember when I had to tell her Enjoy the scenery at the head of the stream, pick water chestnuts and go boating."
She owes him an introduction. Is this a new acquaintance?
He Shiling looked at the hand holding her sleeve, and then at him. She seemed to have no intention of letting go. This was the fourth time today that he had pulled her sleeve. He... had pulled her sleeve. What’s my hobby—do I need to cut off my sleeves?
"Two-thirty, station. See you there or not." Ke Mengnan smiled and did not let go.
Um? He Shiling looked at him. Was he really dumbfounded by the rain? They were not in the same school? Naturally, they will not go the same way.
"There is a new bus starting here. The 810 bus starts from Zhennan Highway. It is a direct bus to the city. It passes through Lingnuo Middle School and runs every 15 minutes." Ke Mengnan explained as if he knew what she wanted to say, "There are vehicles passing by on the other route. The original bus is Route 812. You know, it goes from Zhenbei Highway. It runs every 20 minutes. It also goes to the city, but it doesn't pass through Lingnuo Middle School."
The explanation was very clear. She only knew that there was a 812 bus. When did a new route open? In one and a half years, a lot has indeed changed, just like the park in the middle of the lake, just like that big bookstore.
"It is said that we will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime." Ke Mengnan looked at the people with their heads bowed in front of them. "There are 39,778 people who can say hello, become familiar with 3,619 people, and get close to 275 people. But in the end, they will all be lost in the sea of people."
Um? She has always been sensitive to numbers. After hearing several sets of data, her first reaction was, very accurate numbers, does it have an exact source of data?
She glanced at the speaker and found that he was also looking at her. The moment they looked at each other, she immediately understood. No, it seemed that his focus was not on the number, but on the following sentence, but, or, But the words behind it have not yet been finished.
"Of all the people we meet, only a few are special to us." Ke Mengnan paused, "It was an accident and also my luck to meet you."
He Shiling looked at him. His expression was slightly serious. She changed her playful expression before. She suddenly wanted to laugh and handed the song lyrics and umbrella in her hand to him. "How many girls have you talked to with these props?"
"Just this once," how many? It was unique and only this time. Ke Mengnan lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, and his expression became lively again in an instant, "It's obvious that you are chatting with me."
"When did I..." When did she take the initiative to chat with him? She has always been a person who likes to watch theater. But she saw a determined expression on his face and poked the bag she was carrying with his finger. She lowered her head and saw the disassembled Song Ci poems placed inside.
Well, it seemed that she was the one who walked over first when they first met, but she didn't strike up a conversation with him. It was just that she recognized the wrong person.
"You may have misunderstood, uncle, I just recognized the wrong person." He Shiling smiled and pointed to the hand holding her sleeve, "Are you familiar with King Wei, or do you prefer Emperor Ai of Han? You can let go. Well?"
"Are you kidding me, niece?" Ke Mengnan smiled and loosened her sleeves, "If I were them, would you be Long Yangjun or Dong Xian?"
"I like Wu Zetian better." He Shiling laughed,
Ke Mengnan laughed and raised his hand to brush the bangs on her forehead. As she looked at her, she found that the sky was gradually getting brighter.
Maybe, it won't take long for the rain to stop and the sky to clear up, just like her bright smile at this moment...
