Chapter 60

It's raining heavily.

Su Qianmian was soaked all over, and one of her sandals was broken. She simply took it off and walked barefoot on the bluestone, comforting herself as she walked. This is called walking in the rain, which is not bad.

However, when the light rain comes out, it's called mood. If it rains like this, it's called looking for death.

Most people sit leisurely under the eaves, chatting with their family or friends, and enjoying the rain with a smile.

The raindrops hit Su Qianmian's body and hurt a little. It fell down overwhelmingly and quickly converged into a stream and flowed into the distance.

Humidity, fog, and thick water vapor are like layers of curtains, covering a heavy mountain and two mountains.

"Shallow!"

There was a loud rain all over the world. His voice seemed to be drowning in it, but she suddenly recognized it and turned her head to the left.

Her alley is north-south, and his is east-west. The alley is so narrow that their intersection is only so small. It is impossible to meet one more second or one less second.

Xun Mochen held an umbrella, but it seemed that he had been looking for her for a long time and was mostly wet.

He looked at the petite figure in the heavy rain and ran to her eagerly, but she ran away.

Su Qianmian has never hated Xun Mochen's slender legs as much as now. He came to her in three or two steps, grabbed her and scolded her harshly, "What are you running!"

Su Qianmian glared at him and struggled with his fists and feet: "Let go! If you don't let go, I'll scream!"

Xun Mochen is funny: What's his name? Help me?

"Help! Someone is a hooligan!" Su Qianmian shouted.

Does she know what she is doing?! Do you have to walk back by yourself in such a heavy rain?

Su Qianmian tried to walk in his initial direction and wanted to get rid of his hand.

"It's the opposite!" The garden is in the direction behind him.

Su Qianmian looked back at him. His chest fluctuated violently and he was silent for two seconds, so he walked in the direction of Xun Mochen.

Of course, Xun Mochen was so happy. He put his hand on her shoulder and put the umbrella on her head.

But she was still soaked. He planned to hide in the house in front of him and find her clean clothes.

Without a few steps, Su Qianmian took advantage of Xun Mochen's relaxation of vigilance. Suddenly, he bent down, quickly flashed out of his arms and ran away, just like a man-eating tiger.

Oh, will the golden cicada come out of the shell? I really underestimated her.

Xun Mochen's throat surged several times, and finally resisted. He chased her, but saw her lotus-like feet running in the cold rain and bluestones.

He narrowed his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Su Qianmian." Not salty or light, not light or heavy.

But it made people's heart beat violently, and even his breathing was suppressed.

"Where are the shoes?"

Su Qianmian stood fixedly, but bowed his head and said nothing, angry with him.

"You don't care about yourself so much, how can you let others love you!" He was really angry.

Su Qianmian's body stiffened and did not react for a moment.

The sound of rain, the water flowing, rushing down, flowing, fixed for a moment, called sigh.

Xun Mochen picked up Su Qianmian and walked into the nearest family.

Su Qianmian seems to be very clever and does not struggle.

There is an old lady living in this house, opening the door and watching the rain in the aisle. Xun Mochen and Su Qianmian, the two Transformers, rushed in and were shocked.

"I'm sorry, my girlfriend was caught in the rain. I hope you can sort it out briefly." His voice was calm and soundless.

The old man is old and can't hear: "What?"

Xun Mochen had to say loudly in her ear, "My girlfriend!" He pointed to Su Qianmian: "Wet!"

If it is the usual Su Qianmian, as a writer's sense of pride and mission, he will definitely blame him: what a broken word! Then correct him: I'm not your girlfriend!

But now she didn't respond at all. Her clothes were attached to her body, and the rain flowed down, winding from the door to her and his feet. Her thin and weak shoulders trembled slightly, lowered her head and said silently. The rain dripped down his cheeks from his chin and did not enter his chest.

The old lady understood the intention of the two people and greeted them warmly: "Oh, don't freeze, come in."

The old lady's body is still very strong, and she didn't stop the stick. She got up and walked into the room: "I'll find some clothes for you to change. If you are young, you don't pay attention. When you are old, you will be affected, especially in the rain..." The old man chattered.

Su Qianmian lowered her head and still said no.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Nothing." Her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it.

"Who bullied you?" He felt her abnormality and asked eagerly, with his forehead against her forehead, forcing her to look at him.

Su Qianmian was unable to fight against him, so he had to let him bully him violently, as if he had made a great determination: "You, let go of me, please..."

He didn't say a word, but tightened his hand.

Su Qianmian wanted to escape, but she couldn't struggle. She was full of grievances, and her eyes turned red in an instant.

"You make me feel bad..."

"I'm sorry." His business was a little low and dull, but he still didn't mean to let her down.

"Can you change your clothes first?"

Su Qianmian shook his head: "I don't want to be with you."

Xun Mochen's heart suddenly became cold. He can stand everything, but he can't stand her absence.

He stopped and looked at her with tears in his arms, and his heart was like a knife.

Su Qianmian broke free from Xun Mochen's arms and stood barefoot on the ground. He got cold from the soles of his feet and felt a burst of pain in his lower abdomen.

Xun Mochen stepped forward, and she took a step back, as if she was fighting hard against something. She put up with it, couldn't help it, and immediately turned her head.

She fled again and again, but she couldn't escape the palm of his hand. He said something, and a flower bloomed in her heart. He smiled, and the whole sky was covered with sunshine.

Xun Mochen sighed deeply: How did he know? He thought he was rational and calm enough, and he thought he would never be disturbed.

He closed his eyes and clenched his fist slightly.

Xun Mochen's white shirt was wet and close to his body, revealing a strong and sexy chest. The dark hair is wisp by wisp, the hair is dripping with water, and the water vapor is dripping.

When you open your eyes again, it is already so deep that people can't see clearly.

Xun Mochen helped her straighten the hair sticking to her face, gently rubbed her face, and said in a gentle tone: "Why don't you change your clothes first?"

He picked her up again, making her unable to break free, and walked steadily and religiously step by step.

The old lady brought them dry towels and found out the clothes of her and her late wife, which were said to be very young - the clothes worn by 70s and 80 people. They were loose, dark in color, and had the strong local color of Taixian Lake.

The two of them thanked and changed their clothes.