It was raining non-stop in June and July in the south. Jiang Nian had eaten early and walked into the classroom.
The high pressure of preparing for the final exam hung over the class, and when she entered, most of the class was already there.
After the morning Chinese reading, Zhao Yashu called Jiang Nian's name. She quickly got up and followed the class teacher who was wearing high heels, for fear that she would not be able to keep up if she slowed down.
Zhao Yashu pushed open the office door, walked straight to her seat by the window, and sat down. She turned her face sideways and said to Jiang Nian in a pleasant tone: "Yesterday, Teacher Zhou saw you coming back very late and talking to someone. Boys hold the same umbrella together."
Jiang Nian trembled with fright, her head buried even lower. She immediately understood the intention of the class teacher to find her. This all-pervasive teacher on duty probably saw her being taken under an umbrella by a boy last night and mistakenly thought they were a couple.
Falling in love is the most serious of the three high-voltage lines in this city's key high school.
"I don't know that boy. It happened to rain. He said he didn't have an umbrella, so he rushed in to take my umbrella." Jiang Nian's voice was not loud, but he was a little stumbling. He knew that Jiang Nian said that she was timid, so she couldn't Those who know must think she has a guilty conscience.
"Really?" Zhao Yashu lowered his voice, quite aggressively.
"Yes." Jiang Nian was so anxious that she almost bit her tongue. She tried hard to recall the boy's face, but it was too dark and rainy last night. She didn't have time to see the man clearly. She only remembered to walk around. The smell of cedar on the tip of her nose could still be smelled when she lay in bed after taking a shower.
Zhao Yashu stared at the good students in the class, with a flash of doubt in her heart.
Jiang Nian has always been in the middle of the class. She is usually honest and has never caused any trouble to her. She was a little surprised when she heard the complaint from Teacher Zhou this morning, but Teacher Zhou is the class teacher. The math teacher she attended was unmistakable about Jiang Nian. She also admitted that there was a boy riding an umbrella with her. Could it be that the teacher on duty had misunderstood.
"Teacher believes what you say. Teacher also knows that you are a good and motivated child. You will never thank you for things that have nothing to do with your studies at such a critical time in high school. Go back first and prepare well for this final exam." Zhao Yashu let Jiang Nian go. , Jiang Nian breathed a sigh of relief, thanked the head teacher and left as if running away.
After three long days of final exams, the second-year high school students were on vacation. Jiang Nian packed his schoolbag, holding a thick stack of books, holding an umbrella with difficulty in his right hand, and carefully walked down the stairs.
When she arrived at a corridor, she first put a pile of books in her arms on a chair aside, then opened her umbrella in the corridor, holding the umbrella in one hand and struggling to hold the books in the other. After walking a few steps, the one holding the books Her hands were a little weak, so she hurriedly threw down the umbrella, leaving her other hand free to hold the stack of books that was about to fall.
The emerald-green long-handled umbrella rolled on the ground a few times and stopped next to a pair of white sneakers stained with a little muddy water.
Jiang Nian glanced at it. She heard Chen Mingsheng at the table behind her shout about these shoes. His uncle grabbed a pair of the new limited edition shoes from a certain company, and he was the only one in China to wear them.
What a king of oral pleasure.
Jiang Nian muttered in his heart.
The umbrella was lifted up by a slender white hand. Jiang Nian's eyes followed that hand and looked up. A pure white sweatshirt and a wide hat almost blocked his entire head.
Something looks familiar.
"It's not convenient!" A cold male voice came from above her head. Jiang Nian raised her head, and then she realized that the person holding her umbrella was very tall.
"Are you going to the school gate? Let me hold an umbrella for you!" This strange boy walked forward with a long-handled umbrella. Jiang Nian hurriedly followed him. Before she said "no" for the second time, Huai Huai The book in her arms suddenly became soft, and the big hand took away half of the books in her arms and held them up easily. The other hand was placed between his two, covering her head tightly.
Jiang Nian looked around with a guilty conscience. After confirming that there were no students or teachers, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the rain with this strange boy.
The umbrella was very strong and large, and could cover the two of them very well. But she didn't know if it was Jiang Nian's imagination, but she always felt like the boy next to her kept squeezing towards her.
The lesson she learned in the morning was still fresh in her mind. She stood a little farther outside, and the wind and rain wet half of her sleeves.
"You're not afraid of the rain!" The boy looked at her strangely and tilted the umbrella in his hand to cover her tightly.
Big raindrops hit the strong back of the umbrella, and a few raindrops gathered into a small stream and dripped down along the edges of the umbrella. The unique summer soil mixed with the moist smell of grass and the faint smell of cedar. The flavors are mixed together, which is a bit strange.
Jiang Nian's tense head suddenly thought of something, and she hurriedly turned back to stare at the eyes that were also looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat. She was a little stunned, and she didn't know how to avoid her eyes. She opened her mouth and held it in for a long time. Say the word "you".
This made the boy amused. He narrowed his bottomless peach blossom eyes and teased: "Why are you always the last to leave?"
"I'm slow." Jiang Nian turned around and replied vaguely. She remembered what the head teacher said to her this morning. She was afraid that she would be caught by the teacher on duty when she shared an umbrella with this person, but she didn't know how to refuse. She couldn't let this boy go out into the rain by himself. He was also kind-hearted and helped her carry books and hold an umbrella.
But why does she bump into him every time? Is it fate or is he waiting for her on purpose?
She quickly dismissed the latter possibility. She didn't know him at all. This boy didn't wear school uniform twice when she met him. It seemed like he wasn't a good student at first glance.
"What's your name?" The boy changed the subject again.
Jiang Nian frowned and glanced at him. She clearly remembered that he asked yesterday.
"Oh, Jiang Nian, right? Look at my memory, I asked yesterday." The boy directed and acted with a smile, but Jiang Nian's face was tense and he didn't react.
The boy suddenly stopped talking, and the two of them fell into an unspeakable silence.
Jiang Nian suddenly felt that the road to the school gate was really long, and she was almost exhausted.
If she had known better, she would not have let this boy hold an umbrella for her. No, no, no, if she had not held an umbrella, it would be difficult for her to hold the umbrella alone while holding these books. Maybe if she had known better, she would not have come back with so many books. She wouldn’t be going on summer vacation anyway. look.
After thinking for a while, the two of them walked to the school gate. Jiang Nian saw her father eagerly waiting for her in front of the school's big iron gate. She quickly stopped and shouted to the boy in a low voice: "My dad is here! Thank you. you!"
She originally meant to let the boy put down her umbrella and book and leave. After all, if she misunderstood him, the trouble would be even greater.
"I'll send you to your dad's house, and you can lend me this umbrella." The boy grinned his white teeth, looking rather cheeky.
Jiang Nian looked at the rain outside which had not become lighter at all, and finally nodded with kindness.
The boy acted quite magnanimously and sent Jiang Nian to her father. After handing the book in his arms to her father, he said thank you to Jiang Nian and left without looking back.
"Who is this male classmate! He's not even wearing a school uniform!" Jiang Shankun muttered.
Jiang Nian didn't answer, and she didn't know who he was.
