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The heating at home was very strong, and he was only wearing a black T-shirt, with his clavicle lines prominent and rugged.

It was that day that the Song family gave up on pursuing Cheng's father judicially.

Cheng's father was taken out of the detention center. Cheng Xuran was waiting for him outside, facing Song Qishan beside him, feeling very embarrassed.

The other party was in his forties, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a serious temperament and no emotion or anger on his face. The two families were passing by, but Song Qishan took the initiative to ask the driver to give them a ride because it was raining heavily.

Farewell to the cold spring, the world rumbles.

The heavy rain was pounding on the car windows, as if it was the end of the world.

I also remember that on a certain day of a certain year, in the dark white green uniform of No. 3 Middle School, he was standing behind her holding the bus ring.

The car stopped and arrived at Song's house. Through the transparently lit windows, one could vaguely see the lively scene inside.

Song Qishan asked the driver to stop the car and said to Cheng's father, "Have a cup of tea and come sit at home for a while. I have something to tell you." He turned back to look at Cheng Xuran, "Little girl, you wait in the car, okay?"

From beginning to end, there was no question about the relationship between Cheng Xuran and Song Yanqing, not once.

Cheng Xuran didn't know what Song Yanqing said to Song Qishan. She nodded and watched them get out of the car and walk into the rain. Her stomach was churning, maybe it was motion sickness.

In the past, I always brought a few oranges or orange-flavored soda with me when taking the bus, which made it easier to bear. Now I just couldn’t bear it anymore. I ignored the driver’s surprised look and pushed open the door and rushed out, bending down to support an unknown tree. Vomited in a spluttering mess.

The rain was falling, cold and bone-chilling, pouring on my body and hitting my eyes.

Can't tell if it's rain or tears.

Picking at the dry bark of the tree with his fingers, he could vaguely see the boy's back under the brightly lit window.

Until there was an umbrella above my head.

Looking from bottom to top, she saw the boy's calm and pale face.

There is something in my heart that slowly collapses, like a torrent.

Perhaps all the love and dignity were drowned in that silent and embarrassing rainy night.

"Thank you." Cheng Xuran slowly straightened up and added, "Happy birthday."

He was holding an umbrella, his wrists were extremely thin, the tips of his hair were blown by the cold wind, and the edges of his facial features were more and more deeply engraved in people's lives. He looked very tired, and looked at her: "Why don't you see me."

Cheng Xuran smiled and remembered saying, "I won't disturb your recovery."

That night, he only asked her this question.

He will always be like this.

Don’t ask everything a second time.

The fingertips pressed against the lighter's pulley, making a clicking sound.

The boy is holding an umbrella, and inside that window, the lights are bright, the love is shining, and he is still waiting for his birthday.

His silhouette was dancing in the light, and the cold rain was biting to the bone.

"Tell me it's not you."

His voice was thin and hoarse.

The reason why Cheng Xuran attributed this relationship to herself was because she was the one who pushed him away from her time and time again, knowing that he would believe what she said.

But now, even standing in front of him, she felt uncomfortable.

You shouldn't think too much from the beginning.

"It's me." His stomach was churning and he felt sick, so Cheng Xuran swallowed it.

"The money you gave Song Yanqing is too little. It's nothing. It's just a drop in the bucket. Is it difficult for you to get more money from your family? My family affairs are my idea. Don't blame my dad. Just treat it as a purchase." Learn a lesson.”

"From now on... don't recognize people clearly. Not everyone can be your friend."