Chapter 16

On the first day of the National Day holiday, the rain, which had been stuffy for half a month, finally came.

Senior two students don't make up lessons. The Eighth National Games is scheduled for October 4th. In the middle, Su Qingyuan orders a cup of milk tea and studies at home.

Since entering higher school, she has been busy. In the competition class, the teacher didn't understand a lot of the content, and she didn't brush the college entrance examination questions for a month.

Her room is diagonally opposite Su Yao's. Su Yao used to be very progressive in his study. Although he was not as smart as many top students, he was willing to work hard, so he kept up with his grades and didn't fall behind.

During the period of the 11th National Congress, Su Yao was not only doing his homework, but also preparing his new lessons. But every time she was tired of learning, she wanted to stand up and play on her mobile phone for a while. As soon as she looked up, she could see that Su Qingyuan was still studying.

Su Yao was not happy because of the division examination. He just met several problems that he couldn't solve, and he was even more anxious. As it happens, Su Qingyuan is doing the problem without expression, as if she is a never-ending problem-solving machine. She never gets stuck, which makes her even more angry.

The original Su Qingyuan love to play too much, there is no holiday and boys hang out.

Now that she has become a top student in the mathematics experimental class, how can she not make su Yao jealous and crazy?

Su Yao still firmly believes that there is something wrong with Su Qingyuan's achievements - she must be trying to stimulate herself with some ingenuity.

After thinking for a long time, Su Yao finally stood up and gathered together the questions he just couldn't answer. He took them to find Su Qingyuan.

She bit her back teeth and said with a smile, "Qingyuan, I can't solve these problems. Can you show it to my sister?"

Su Qingyuan is working on the problem. He glances back, takes her paper, stretches a piece of paper, and writes down the general steps of solving the problem according to the problem number.

It's as if she only looked at the question and knew what the number was.

Su Qingyuan finished, the paper and draft paper are handed to her: "do not understand ask me."

In fact, Su Yao is not a stupid child. Although she has taken a lot of steps in the process of solving the problem, she is sure to be enlightened.

But at this time, Su Yao couldn't read a word. She took her test paper and clenched her fist tightly. She wanted to stick her nails into her hands.

She turned around and couldn't even say "thank you" and walked out the door.

At the moment of turning around, she noticed Su Qingyuan's movements with her spare light. She closed her book and took a sip of milk tea. There were two lines on the book: five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation.

May 3rd in legend? There is still a semester of high school classes did not learn, she did on the 53?

Su Yao wants to find a belt and strangle himself.

At this time, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Liu Ying is preparing dinner in the kitchen, so she shouts to the room, "Yuanyuan, go and open the door."

Su Qingyuan put on his slippers, the door opened, and the one standing outside was "Liu Junning".

It was raining hard outside. He didn't have an umbrella. His short hair kept dripping down and crossed his angular features. The green uniform of the post office was all wet and hung heavily.

It was such a dirty and embarrassed look, but he stood in front of her door with one hand on the doorframe, which only made people feel that he was tall and handsome, cold and full of masculinity.

See the door is her, his eyes overflow a little smile: "Su Qingyuan, I'll send magazines."

Mingming was drowned in the rain, but he still had an indescribable sense of aggression, which oppressed Su Qingyuan.

She whispered, "just a moment, please."

Then, she ran back to the room and told Liu Ying that it was the master of the post office who had come. She went to the room and took a bag of soft cotton towel. Then she ran out and closed the door.

She took out two and handed it to him: "why don't you take an umbrella? Wipe your face. "

"I never carry an umbrella, it's cumbersome." He wiped his face roughly and then raised his hand to brush his hair.

There's no styling for his neat short hair. His method of wiping hair is simple and rough. Su Qingyuan couldn't help feeling funny.

She remembered the scene of meeting for the first time. It was the same weather. He was lying in the rain to repair the car. His thin waistcoat was wrapped around his thin waist.

"If the weather forecast says it's raining, take an umbrella with you." She took out the old cadre's appearance again: "it's always easy to get caught in the rain -"

before she finished her words, she let him interrupt: "with an umbrella, how can you wipe water for me, eh?"

Su Qingyuan was shy and angry. He hid the cotton towel behind him: "I don't care about you."

Her coquettish look is very good-looking, Rao is Lu Liao such a hard heart, is about to melt.

"Little classmate, don't be angry." He took a package out of his clothes: "here you are, magazine."

Su Qingyuan reached for it - the thin impurities were wrapped in several layers of plastic cloth, not wet at all, and with some body temperature from his chest, she warmed her fingertips.

He said lazily, "I'm very careful. I didn't get it wet. It doesn't affect your work."But Su Qingyuan laughed: "no, this magazine is for my sister. My share of the school is reserved

"A good student in the mathematics experimental class." She had already grasped the other end of the magazine, but he didn't intend to let it go. Instead, he pulled towards himself, narrowed his eyes and joked to her: "since you don't use this book, why do you go to the post office?" Do you want to see me? "

"I don't have it!" Su Qingyuan even more angry: "you let go, I want to go back."

"Not loose." He had a bad look in his eyes: "what are you going to do?"

She said, "I'll go back and ask mom to get it."

He looked at her with low eyes, and his eyes were full of smiles, deliberately teasing her: "you go, I'll wait here."

Su Qingyuan realized that his threat had no effect on him. He was in a stalemate for a long time. Finally, he had no choice but to extend his little hand to push his hand: "give it to me quickly..."

Rough fingertips were wrapped in the palm of her hand and pushed out desperately.

But Lu Liao was not angry at all, and he even had a wonderful feeling in his heart.

He never knew that girls' palms could be so soft, just like the pudding they always like to eat.

She is very thin, but she has meat in her palm.

His heart soft and soft: "afraid of you, give you, OK?"

Su Qingyuan finally got the magazine, only to find that he just seemed a bit impolite.

The rain outside is cold, but his palm is hot.

Su Qingyuan blushed, ran back to the house with the book and locked the door.

She took the wallpaper knife from the drawer and carefully cut the package that still had his body temperature. There were five layers inside and outside.

Thinking of that man who was so unruly and uninhibited that he could wrap things like this, he probably had exhausted all his patience.

She thought, just now she shouldn't go so fast, should give him an umbrella.

Liu Ying cooked a dish, carried it into the room and put it on the table. She wiped her hand on her apron and came up to her and asked, "Yuanyuan, why did you go so long?"

Su Qingyuan's ears were still red, and he lied casually: "the master of the post office said that to confirm the identity of the recipient, he checked his personal information with me."

"Is it the riddle of mathematics?"

Su Qingyuan showed her the cover of the magazine: "it's the first magazine in October. Our class just issued it yesterday. The teacher has left us homework to do."

"Give it to my sister. They don't have it in their class." Liu Ying goes back to the kitchen to make soup.

Su Qingyuan certainly has this book. Now she is lying in her schoolbag. She has finished her homework after class.

But when he thought of giving this book to Su Yao, I didn't know why, but I felt that his heart was filled with sour.

She touched the cover of the magazine, and came to Su Yao's room and put it on her desk: "here you are. It just came to me."

Su Yao took it and flipped it.

She still has a lot of questions in her paper that she can't do. The questions in this book are just like the book of heaven. I don't have a clue. She hasn't even seen similar questions.

Su Yao threw the magazine on the table: "put it here. I'll read it in the evening."

When Su Qingyuan turns back to the house, she slams the door on the door, and then tears the magazine to pieces.

Outside, ignoring the heavy rain, Lu Liao leaned against the car to look at the calendar in his mobile phone and twisted his fingertips.

He is tall and can look up over the outer wall of their community and see the top part of window 105. He saw her Beige curtains pulled open, reflecting a faint light.

"See you on October 4th, Su Qingyuan."

The author has something to say: Lu Liao: qualified postman, start with me!