Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 58

"Hey, little girl."

Dong Yuexin looked at the figure walking out, and then looked at the rain outside the store. It seemed that it couldn't stop for a while. When he got home like this, he probably had a cold. It seemed that he heard Xiao Nan sneezing just now. shouted.

He Shiling stopped at the door and heard the old man in the bookstore calling her again, smiled, turned around, and saw the old man greeted her with narrowed eyes, holding an umbrella in his hand.

"Is your home far away? Go out and turn left and walk forward for 15 minutes. There is a seller of umbrellas. You put the book here, take my umbrella to buy one, and come back to get the book later." Dong Yuexin pointed out. Pointing to the outside, "The rain is too heavy. The spring rain is too cold. If you can't get wet, you will get sick."

He Shiling looked at the watch on her left wrist. At 10:15, she went to buy an umbrella. After going back and forth for more than half an hour, she turned right when she went out. If she didn't remember the wrong direction when she came, then walk slowly for two minutes. [-] minutes, trotting for [-] minutes should be able to return to the aunt's house.

"No need, old man, thank you, my house is not far from here." He Shiling turned back and walked out of the store.The moment she walked out, she heard the voice of the bookstore owner raising the volume: Although I am not familiar with that boy, but in my opinion, it is not bad. I heard that there are many girls around him since he was a child. Girls like it. "

He Shiling paused for a moment, smiled, and then walked out. Didn't he say that he was unfamiliar, so how do you know about his childhood?

Knowing or not knowing, more or less, since childhood, or growing up in the future, has nothing to do with her!

He and she never knew each other!Besides, after taking a look at the book in her hand, she just started thinking it was..., it should be, she brought it out when she gave him the tissue.

As for the unbought thread-bound Song Ci, I will ask my brother to give it to him in the future.

She and him, at this point, have never met, and will not know each other. They have become passers-by, just like the rain in front of them. The rain falls into the rain, and it is clear that there is no trace.

Looking left and right, in this scene, there is no one on the road, no car, only the rain, sliding down alone, outlining a misty world.

If the spring rain is too cold, you will get sick.This is the second time I heard this today.

He Shiling stretched out her hand, and the rain gently slipped from her fingers, with a cool chill, smashed to pieces in front of her, and sprinkled the whole world with crystal clarity.

What Qin Shaoyou said, the rain on the spring road adds flowers, and the flowers move a mountain of spring.After the spring rain, the green leaves will become shade, and there will be countless flowers.

He Shiling looked at the rain above her head and the road ahead. She took off her watch and put it in the pocket of her sweater. She rolled up her trousers, put the book and plastic bag on her head, and walked into the rain. .

Rain on the hands, slipping, cool.The wind was blowing, and the rainwater slid down the plastic bag and onto the face, which was slightly cool and ridged.

The water and the sky were the same color, the rain and fog smothered the whole world, and the crystal clear water droplets in front of them formed a long white curtain.Who said that every rain flower has a soul, so which one will be hers?
Suddenly, I felt that the rain fell like a pure snowflake fluttering in the sky, and it bloomed in an instant, flying like a snow butterfly, polishing the feeling of coolness and edge.

It's not that the spring rain has cleared away the residual frost, and the warm wind has turned to cold ashes. This first spring rain of this spring is really not enough for spring, and the chill is more than enough. I shivered slightly when a gust of wind blew.

It was raining too much, and at the corner of the street, she stopped under the eaves in front of a store, straightened the wet hair in front of her forehead, twisted her sleeves, and found that the door was closed, but it was not. The lock is still open.

Gently open the door, probe in and see, is there an umbrella inside?

It turned out that it was a CD audio store. The owner was a 45-year-old uncle, who was dozing off in front of the counter with his pillow in his arms. There was a clean and warm voice coming from the store. The tone was ethereal and fresh and natural:

"Your shadow is everywhere / People's minds are like a dust,
Falling into the past and drifting into the future / falling into the eyes and tears.

Just let the past go with the wind / all with the wind / all with the wind / with your heart..."

He Shiling closed the door gently, and stayed under the eaves in front of the door for 2 minutes. She knew that it was Qi Qin's "The Past Is Like the Wind", which was suitable, and she listened calmly and slowly.

He Shiling looked at the sky, took out her watch, and glanced at it. Amid the windy music, she walked into the rain with her book on her back...

(End of this chapter)