not good, immortal

Chapter 90 Showers
After reading it, Fenghe kept it in his heart, and wandered off to the shopping mall again.

The streets in this old city are not well-built, and there are many buildings that look quite old, some in traditional Chinese style, and some with a little foreign flavor.

Although the styles are different, many merchants have a stone plaque on the wall in front of the door, with the words "Xinhai City Historic Protected Building" on it, which records in detail the construction year or anecdotes and celebrities.

It's not like the place Zhenzhen took her to.

The streets here are not wide, there are not many vehicles, and even pedestrians are few and far between.

Even if there is, it is in a hurry.

When they reached the door of a bakery, the sound of someone's conversation floated from inside.

"Remember to heat this up in the oven and eat it, by the way, did you bring an umbrella?"

"What kind of umbrella do you bring? The municipal text message said it was an orange typhoon warning. After buying it, I hurried home."

"Hey, so suddenly, which typhoon is this? It really affects business."

"Who knows? The weather forecast didn't say..."

Typhoon is a new term for the mountain demon.

But Fenghe knows a thing or two.

Because Xinhai City is close to the East China Sea, and from late spring to early autumn, there will be a typhoon passing by the sea, and Xinhai City will naturally be affected by the edge.

In the past, she only read relevant records in "Lu Shi Chunqiu", and called it all kinds of wind.

Fenghe grew up in the Western Wilderness, and the southeast wind often blows in summer, and the northwest wind often blows in winter, so that she was a little curious about what the wind from these eight directions should look like.

She looked up, only to see that the sky, which was still blue when she went out, was overcast.

Since it is said that she is not bound by the prohibition...

Feng He tried to move his thoughts a little, and his spiritual consciousness came out like a snake, and he felt that a cyclone was rapidly forming on the east coast.

Huh?Didn't it mean that Xinhai City would only be affected by the edge of the typhoon? Why did she feel that the distance was so close?

Before she could think about it, the Hunting Wind Blade rushed towards it with wet and salty steam.

The old wooden buildings creaked, and the clothes that had not yet been taken away swirled into the sky, and the chaotic green leaves were torn from the branches, dancing wildly, sharp as knives.

In an instant, there were no people on the narrow street.

The whole city suddenly fell from day to night.

There are lights, turned on one by one, linking into the distant buildings behind the rain curtain.

The fine water droplets are as fast as eagles, bending down from the sky, washing every corner of the streets and alleys, and then converging into a trickle, gathering together in the low-lying places, embracing each other, and lingering away.

The power of wind and rain is really mysterious.

In the long street, a girl in white clothes and blue trousers stood under one roof.

She was a little hesitant, her black hair was soaked by the frenzied rain, it was still tousled by the wind, and her clothes were half wet.

Feng He only felt that he seemed to be in the world, but also seemed to be out of the world.

Should I use the wind-avoiding tactic to avoid the water, or like everyone else, choose a shop and hide in it quickly.

When the torrential rain hit, she didn't know whether to hide or not.

Suddenly, the door at the back opened, and a hand stretched out from inside, pulling her into it.

Indoors, there is the smell of decaying wood, mixed with a little ink, rushing into the nostrils.

The light was dim, she woke up and saw the man's face clearly just now.

The other party also spoke at the right time.

"Xiaohe? It really is you."

"Little Lu Langjun?!"

"Typhoon day, why don't you go home? Are you still standing on the side of the road in a daze?" His good-looking brows and eyes were raised slightly, and there was three parts of blame in his words, and seven parts of concern.

"I just went out..." Feng He didn't know how to explain.

She had no choice but to repeat what she had just heard: "The phone is broken, and I haven't received the weather forecast. I don't know there will be a typhoon today."

"That's it." Lu Gui nodded lightly, "No wonder you didn't reply to my WeChat."

Back to WeChat?When is WeChat?Oh!

"It broke down last night." Feng He explained.

"Well, I see." Lu Gui's eyes slipped from the corner of the girl's clothes which was half wet, he turned his head and left in a hurry without saying a word.

Feng He raised his hand and touched his cheek, the temperature was normal.

This conversation actually went very smoothly.

Sure enough, since I went to the Dragon's Nest yesterday, although I was extremely confused by all kinds of secrets, I have seen a lot of things.

Even going to face this little Lu Langjun, the anxiety in his heart disappeared.

But, do you know him well?It seems that they are not familiar with each other.

As for why, Fenghe decided to explore by himself.

She has already made up her mind not to ask Zhenzhen anymore, after all, this rabbit spirit can do anything but love.

Feng He looked around curiously.

It turned out that this is an old bookstore, and the space in the whole room is not too big.

Except for the low bar counter at the door, on the opposite side of the aisle two steps away, there are densely packed bookshelves, and the two are so close together that only one person can pass through the middle.

Most of the shelves are dilapidated, many of them have faded paint, and the wood at the corners is often exposed to the air and oxidized to light brown by time.

Books placed randomly on it have various bindings, both printed and handwritten.

The characters were also different, and she couldn't understand some of them.

In the corner, scrolls of calligraphy and painting were randomly rolled up and inserted into an indistinct porcelain vase.

A few simple chandeliers hung above the narrow corridor, pulling those scrolls of pictures on the wall to cast long mottled shadows.

There should have been a window on the wall at the door, but now it is tightly sealed by the wall of books.

The only glimpse of skylight through the glass on the door, and now the outside porch is also occupied by wind and rain, and the rapid rain beats on the outside of the house, making the house even more quiet.

Fenghe is attracted by strange books.

She wanted to get closer to have a look, but then remembered that she was wet all over, so she took a step back.

Delicate things like books can't get wet.

She was considering whether to make a trick to dry herself, and then heard footsteps from far to near, and it was the familiar sound of hard soles touching the wooden floor.

Feng He turned around, and indeed it was Mr. Xiao Lu who left and returned.

Under the flickering light, she saw who was coming again.

He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt today. There were very few pieces of wood on the shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, as if he had done some heavy work before.

The trousers on the lower body are gray again, and they look much more casual than the last time I saw them, um, but they are no longer the slippery fabric.

But what is he holding?
Without any explanation, he handed over a towel with a pattern of pink flowers.

"Wipe it?" He immediately explained, "It's very clean. I just asked the boss to borrow it."

Feng He was about to reach out to pick it up.

Another person came from behind, an old man.

He has gray hair, wears round glasses with thick lenses, and holds a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

"I bought this one for my granddaughter. It's new. It was washed once after I bought it, but she never came back to live in it."

Feng He quickly grabbed the towel, and it would be rude not to pick it up.

"Thank you." This sentence is said to the old man.

After finishing speaking, she raised her eyebrows again and looked at Lu Gui: "Thank you."

Lu Gui smiled and didn't speak. He watched the girl in front of him slowly brushing her hair before reaching out to take the cup of ginger tea from the old man's hand.

He carefully tested the temperature with the back of his hand, and it was a little hot.

Feng He watched the teaspoon stir in the glass, and some very pleasant smells wafted out.

The old man spoke over there again: "This brown sugar ginger tea is also bought for my granddaughter, every time she has a stomachache..."

In the middle of his speech, under Lu Gui's cold glance, he changed his words embarrassingly: "Little girl, drink some later, so as not to catch a cold."

"Well, it smells very good!" Feng He stopped halfway through brushing his hair, his brows and eyes slightly curved: "Thank you!"

The icy skin and snow-skinned face exposed in the disheveled black hair, under the dim yellow light, does not lose half its color.

Lu Gui was taken aback.

In just a few days, she seems to have become a lot more cheerful?

　Today is another goose who is working hard on the emotional line...

　　Recently, I have physical problems and cannot sit for a long time. After that, I will still fix two chapters every day (one chapter at 12 o'clock and one chapter at 16 o'clock), everyone!Comparing!

　　
　
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