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Chapter 47 The Rainy Shop 1
For example, the energy after marriage is bound to return to the family, and the older generation still wants them to have children.

Xu Zhi felt that it was too early, but fortunately her boyfriend respected her very much, the two discussed that they could get a certificate first, marry DINK for a few years, and wait until the age of 30 before talking about the children.

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It will probably disappoint Xu Zhi, they have nothing and it's over.

Cheng Xuran thought calmly.

The sky is getting more and more cloudy. The sun in the morning is hidden behind the blue clouds, and the large clouds in the sky have a thick and black texture. The cool wind suddenly blows up, kicks up a lot of dust, and a few drops of rain fall finely.

After getting off the bus, Cheng Xuran went around the alley with twists and turns, trying to identify the direction of No. 78 Anshan Street. The intricate old road signs made her confused, and it was difficult to recognize the way even on her second visit.

She looked up at the sky, and had a bad feeling that it was going to rain.

She didn't bring an umbrella.

"Cheng Xuran."

A piercing and powerful voice suddenly sounded, and it was swayed by the wind for ninety thousand miles, falling into Cheng Xuran's ear.

The sound quality is as light as a mountain, very clear and pleasant to hear. It sounds a little loose, like the sound of bubbling springs hitting rocks among pines, and fallen leaves full of birds and beasts.

Natural wild.

Cut through the noisy world.

She was stunned for a few seconds and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

Opposite the old street, there are brick houses full of smoke and fire in the alleys. Several residents pass by the place where they have lived all their lives in twos and threes, chatting and chatting. The low-hanging telephone poles are intertwined, and the curtain of life is spread around. .

He just stood there lazily, wearing a gray sweatshirt and trousers, very casual and energetic, which complemented each other well. He had white headphones in his ears, and the headphone cord hung loosely along his collarbone. He was holding soy milk and fried dough sticks for breakfast.

Tall, he stood out from the crowd, with crisp black hair and handsome features.

Those dark eyes looked at her.

Overnight, Cheng Xuran felt like a lifetime away.

The torrent of time drowned them in a silent tunnel, until a passing car on the street woke her up.

She blinked, and stood quietly across the street. After the initial stunned surprise, just as she was about to wave hello, he walked towards her and passed the passage.

"Get the computer?" The voice was hoarse.

"En." Cheng Xuran nodded.

"Let's go," he said.

Cheng Xuran was quite lucky to meet Song Yanqing, otherwise she would have had to search for a while. The light rain had already fallen, the air was chilly, and he took her faster.

Sneakers and espadrilles.

The shot has a youthful feel.

"Are you out to buy breakfast?" Cheng Xuran asked with a soft voice when she turned her head and saw the soy milk in his hand.

Song Yan counted his head, held his pocket with one hand, and turned his face slightly: "Have you eaten?"

"I ate toast and drank milk." Cheng Xuran said, "Fortunately, I met you. What a coincidence. The road is too circuitous."

"It's always been like this." He said calmly, "It's good that you didn't get lost. It's great that you found me in one go."

Cheng Xuran was slightly embarrassed: "It's all about the power of the notebook."

It had rained two days ago, and the road was full of water and potholes. The soles of the girls' shoes were very clean. The pale pink canvas shoes were elegant and clean, and they followed the pace of the white sneakers.

Song Yanqing reached out and grabbed her arm, gave her a hand, and led her to avoid the puddle.

(End of this chapter)