The heavy rain is still falling on the ground, like beads that are not threaded.
Yan Xiaolan hung her bag sideways and walked out of the hotel door, strolling alone on the wet street, letting the rain soak her long hair.
Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it became difficult to even open her eyes. Yan Xiaolan squinted her eyes angrily, trying to identify the way home.
And this so-called "home" is just a simple three-bedroom and one-living house that she, Liu Qingqing, and another sister named Yingzi rented in Hangzhou.
Rain or shine, Yan Xiaolan was walking and couldn't help but sneeze.
"Whoops——"
After sneezing, a taxi suddenly stopped in front of Yan Xiaolan. Yan Xiaolan looked at the taxi driver with empty eyes, and vaguely heard a very polite question - Miss, may I ask you a question?
Want to take a taxi?
"No, thank you!" Yan Xiaolan shook her head numbly, subconsciously thinking of the newly paid wages in her bag. Those banknotes were hidden in the rainproof bag under her arm, so they should not get wet.
Bar!
After the taxi driver heard Yan Xiaolan's polite refusal, he looked at her with some surprise. His messy black hair was tangled in bunches due to the rain, and there were strands of water dripping down;
There was no trace of blood on her haggard and pale face, and her expression was as dull as a juvenile prisoner who had just been released from prison; her cheap pink dress looked like a bird that had lost its wings in the rain, unable to flutter...
"beep--"
Thirty seconds later, the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator without hesitation and drove away. A stream of black exhaust gas rose from the rear of the car. Smelling the pungent exhaust gas, Yan Xiaolan froze in the rain.
After a while, he laughed nervously. This smile was like a blooming sunflower.
…
After walking for a long time, Yan Xiaolan finally returned to her rental house. Standing in front of the cheap rental house, she had to bend over and take out the key and open the door.
The room, as usual, was in a mess, with large and small beer cans and messy snack bags on the floor. On the shabby sofa, Yingzi lay there slightly drunk, looking at the person who came back from outside with a faint smile.
Yan Xiaolan turned into a drowned rat in the rain.
That face was so charming that it made people's hearts tremble; that body was as weak as the wind, drifting with the current like a small boat, floating recklessly on the turbid sea of the world, and could sink at any time.
"Yeah, why are you back so early? You didn't go to work today?" After thinking for a while, Yingzi asked inarticulately. It can be imagined that even though she was drunk, she still understood clearly in her heart.
"I'm unemployed." Yan Xiaolan said calmly, as if she was not the one who lost her job.
"Oh, it's raining really hard today. Look how wet you are... Go to the bathroom and take a shower." Yingzi said with concern, not surprised. This is how modern society is. Unemployment is an everyday thing.
Nothing to be surprised about.
"Haha, I've been soaked like this, and you still recognize me. I'm really grateful. I'm so surprised." Yan Xiaolan put on her slippers and threw her satchel on the ground.
He fell on the floor and said to Sakurako with a smile.
Hearing what Yan Xiaolan said, Yingzi, of course, attacked her mercilessly: "I said, your image seems to have always been like this, you are not getting better at all?!"
Indeed, Yan Xiaolan's image has always been like this. The most revealing thing is that she has long flowing black hair and a pair of eyes that are bigger than that...some girl who sings "Aurora".