Chapter 90

Tick.

The big rain drops fell on Lu Ziheng's mobile phone and pasted the screen.

I don't know how long he stood. Lu Ziheng was pushed, "it's raining. Why don't you go home and stand here and express your feelings? "

It was Zhao Yunluo who pushed Lu Ziheng. He followed Jiang Shilu all the way to the teacher's apartment.

"Oh, my God!" Suddenly, Zhao Yunluo, who was online, pointed to Lu Ziheng, "don't you also help Shen Qinghuan carry his luggage?"

Lu Ziheng didn't say anything. He basically acquiesced to Zhao Yunluo's statement.

"In fact, judging from the appearance, you and Shen Qinghuan are quite suitable. But take the family background as an example. Lu Ziheng, if I guessed correctly, your family came from the North... "Zhao Yun paused," I don't mean regional discrimination... "

He has no geographical discrimination.

Just stating a fact.

Lu Ziheng looked at Zhao Yunluo calmly. If the door was not in charge, he had heard too much in his previous life.

"So what." The rain fell down the boy's short hair, and Lu Ziheng's voice sounded in Zhao Yunluo's ear, "I can't break someone's mouth about me and her!"

Zhao Yun looked at Lu Ziheng and smoked at the corners of his mouth. If he didn't daze, what Lu Ziheng wrote on his face could not be provoked.

Maybe the autumn rain was too cold. Zhao Yunluo instinctively shivered. He took a few steps back and didn't break his mouth if he didn't break his mouth. Why did Lu Ziheng stare so big as to eat people= ͟͟͞͞( ꒪⌓꒪*)

Zhao Yunluo can understand the glass heart of young people in the town. Although Lu Ziheng can't make a noise, his ability to repair himself is also very strong.

What about Lu Ziheng? Shen Qinghuan still followed Jiang Silu, didn't he?

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

They walked silently all the way to the school gate.

Zhao Yunluo's father came down from the black Porsche and held an umbrella for Zhao Yunluo. Although the tone was reproachful, it was also caring everywhere.

The surrounding sound was too noisy because of the rain. Lu Ziheng raised his head and looked at the sky in some confusion.

The falling beads hurt my face.

The teachers who taught Lu Ziheng said he was the best student they had brought over the years. What's the use of excellence? The deficit of love and family affection still lost to reality like Lu Zhenting.

Perhaps, because of this, God will punish him to be reborn at the age of 15.

Lu Ziheng smiled bitterly. His suitcase was still made of cloth. It had already been drenched. Fortunately, he didn't put anything.

There seemed to be a figure in the distance. The cloudy light was not strong, and Lu Ziheng couldn't see clearly. The figure walked very fast. The long cotton and hemp skirt and the white and straight legs were stained with mud, which was very conspicuous.

Lu Ziheng moved his throat slightly, but found that he couldn't find a timely topic.

What do you want to ask? Didn't she leave? Why is it back now?

The girl walked up to him, stood on tiptoe and laboriously supported the umbrella to Lu Ziheng's head, "it's raining so hard. You didn't bring an umbrella. Why didn't you say a word?"

Lu Ziheng rubbed his nose and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms. After struggling for a while, she clearly heard the beating of his chest and heart, "Xiao Qinghuan. Borrow a hug to warm up. "

Xiaoqinghuan.

Not Shen Qinghuan.

It's not Qinghuan.

Shen Qinghuan had never seen such a fragile Lu Ziheng. Her umbrella slipped from her palm. In order to make sure she didn't have auditory hallucinations, she asked softly, "what did you just say?"

"Xiaoqinghuan. Borrow a hug to warm up. " Lu Ziheng repeated it again.

After receiving Ye Lanzhi's call, Lu Ziheng was afraid that his previous life would repeat the same mistakes again.

But for some reason, she folded it back again.

He suddenly didn't want to be an underground secret lover all the time.

splendid.

Rainy days can cover up those sadness.

Lu Ziheng hugged Shen Qinghuan with all his strength, and the cold blood slowly recovered its temperature.

Shen Qinghuan feels hot.

Lu Ziheng is tall. Even if he encircles Shen Qinghuan in his arms, outsiders can't see it.

Her itchy nose broke the rare ambiguous atmosphere.

Before loosening Shen Qinghuan, Lu Ziheng picked up the black umbrella from the ground. He said sorry to her.

The girl didn't seem afraid of her sudden hug. Instead, she whispered, "what's the matter with you?"

"Some things at home." Lu Ziheng didn't know how to explain, but he didn't want to hide her. "It's not particularly difficult. I'll solve it."

When Shen Qinghuan heard Lu Ziheng talking about his family, ye Lanzhi's face appeared in his mind, "is it your mother..."

he that talks much errs much.

Shen Qinghuan thought that Lu Ziheng should be very confused. Although he and she had been in a for three years in junior high school, they had no intersection.

Why? As soon as he said something about his family, she asked his mother.

"Qinghuan!" Fortunately, Liu Min's timely appearance broke Shen Qinghuan's embarrassment. She drove a white little Alto: "I just wanted to say that I don't have to take the math textbook. When you look back at the wood (Qin Mu's nickname)...."

Sitting in the car, Qin Muzhi noticed Lu Ziheng. He opened the window a little and shouted, "Lao Lu! The last bus to your house is gone. Why don't you go to my house tonight? "