Tripod wedding

Chapter 1307 I have planned to meet you for a long time ([-])
"You're getting wet from such a heavy rain. Here's an umbrella for you."

Xu Qingru raised her hand and handed over her own bronze animal-mask-patterned umbrella.

The man seemed to be stunned for a while, then raised his hand stiffly, and finally took the umbrella.

Xu Qingru couldn't see his expression clearly, but she didn't intend to communicate any further, so she hurriedly said, "It's raining too much, you should take an umbrella!"

Then he turned around and ran back in the direction he came from, dripping with rain.

Yan Han stared at Xu Qingru in a daze as he gave an umbrella to a stranger who appeared out of nowhere, then ran back in a hurry, frowned and said, "Ruru, you are too kind, you don't know Why did you give him an umbrella? There are umbrella sellers everywhere, won't he buy it by himself?"

Xu Qingru handed Yan Han's umbrella back to her, and said in a low voice, "He's in a bad mood, so he doesn't want to open an umbrella, he'll get sick in the rain."

"Whether you get sick or not is none of your business?" Yan Han was speechless.

Xu Qingru tugged at Yan Han's hand, and said with a smile: "If he catches a cold, and spread it to the people around him, and spread it to you, wouldn't it be none of my business?"

Yan Han was even more speechless, but what kind of nonsense is this?
It just doesn't make sense.

But Yan Han didn't delve into it anymore, and changed the topic and asked: "Okay, okay, you're right, can we go eat now? Potato flour or sliced ​​noodles?"

Xu Qingru thought for a while, then smiled: "How about half and half?"

"..."

The two were talking and laughing, and quickly disappeared among the passing crowd.

No one noticed that the man not far away followed them until the rain blocked all his sight.

He still held the cyan umbrella in his hand, and there was a bronze ax pendant hanging on the handle of the umbrella.

After a long time, the man finally opened the umbrella to block the falling rain, and the pendant on the handle of the umbrella swung away, creating a beautiful arc.

*
School days are always easy.

Get up early in the morning, read English in the morning, pack your schoolbags, go to the classroom, go to class, get out of class is over, and go to the cafeteria to line up.

Xu Qingru's life is like this step by step, waiting for the beginning of the new semester.

There are three other girls in the same dormitory, Song Yiran and Xu Qingru are both second-year students majoring in history, Zhang Xiaoling and Li Wen are students of the Faculty of Arts, the four girls get along pretty well, but Xu Qingru is not too close to everyone else, Even for Song Yiran, who is of the same major, he was polite.

The three girls originally thought that Xu Qingru was a cold person, but after getting along for a long time, they also understood Xu Qingru's temperament, not talkative, even a little autistic, and only Yan Han who grew up together can make her show The kind of naughty and lively that belongs to a 19-year-old girl.

It's another day of routine.

Xu Qingru finished reciting vocabulary on the roof of the dormitory, went back to the dormitory, and woke up the other girls. It was time to get up and wash up for class.

Song still dawdled for a while, got up with his messy hair, and sighed: "Student Xu Qingru, how can you get up early and memorize vocabulary for hundreds of days? I really can't get up..."

Xu Qingru smiled: "My English is too bad, it's not like you don't know... If I don't memorize words, I'm afraid I'll fail this semester."

"It's not that bad, okay..." Song Yiran yawned, "By the way, what class is this morning?"

"Ms. Li's Yuan, Ming and Qing archeology should be about porcelain today." Xu Qingru said.

(End of this chapter)