Guan Lang held an umbrella and walked forward against the heavy rain.
I didn't deliberately use my Tai Chi to bounce away the raindrops around me. It was raining so heavily, and it would be too abnormal to walk around without any water stains on my body.
The rushing water on the ground was already up to my ankles.
Walking along the familiar path towards Tiannan Middle School, everything I saw was submerged in water.
In the undercurrent of the water, branches, packaging bags and many other debris were tumbling.
Guan Lang strode like flying without being too affected by the weather.
It took less than ten minutes to arrive at the gate of Tiannan Middle School.
The two rows of small-leaf figs in front of the school gate were swaying in the strong wind. There were not many people at the school gate.
But it was understandable. Wu Yazhen had mentioned to him that the students had basically left in the morning.
Now that you can have a vacation, of course you should call your parents to pick them up and drop them off. Every second you can leave early, your vacation will be one minute longer.
There are very few people like Wu Yazhen and him who are not in a hurry.
At the security booth, I told him the reason for picking him up at the school gate.
The security guard glanced at his face a few times and then let him go.
This young man has a kind face, and he clearly remembers that he attended the parent-teacher meeting last time he entered the school, so there is no need to ask the teacher to confirm the identity of the parent.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his memory. It had been so long, and he saw many new faces every day, but he could still remember a man he had only met once. It seemed that his memory was getting better again.
Already.
Could it be that the results of my recent health regimen have taken effect?
With this in mind, he touched his head, and the thinning top of his head showed the helplessness of a mature middle-aged man.
Apart from the roaring rain, there was no other sound on the campus.
The projector lights placed on the roof of the building lit up the dark campus.
Guan Lang looked around and saw a gently waving arm in the distance.
Approaching Wu Yazhen, he handed her the rain gear, took her backpack, and asked her to go to the toilet and change into rain pants.
"Come on, come up."
Guan Lang carried her and gently bent down.
"Brother Lang, I don't need to carry it." Wu Yazhen waved her hand, not too embarrassed to let him carry it.
She has gained a little weight recently.
"It's okay. I'll carry you faster. The water on the road is already deep and fast. It will be very difficult for you to walk by yourself." After Guan Lang finished speaking, he waved gently.
He had already talked about this, and Wu Yazhen didn't shirk it anymore.
She gently put her hands on his shoulders and hugged his neck.
Guan Lang hugged her calf, but he didn't have any other emotions.
"Please help me hold the umbrella."
Wu Yazhen opened the umbrella, and the black umbrella opened to cover the two of them.
The rain was still pouring down the road, and Guan Lang's legs stirred the turbid water, making a splashing sound.
Wu Yazhen hugged his neck. Although the sky was gloomy and scary, and the loneliness on the road looked like a scene from a horror movie, she felt an extraordinarily peaceful and secure feeling.
A kudzu tree in the distance made a crisp sound and was blown away by the howling wind.
Wu Yazhen tightened the handle of the umbrella in her hand, with a slightly puzzled expression on her face. She always felt that the wind in the distance had a worse temperament than the one around her.
It doesn't seem that hard to hold the umbrella in my hand.
"It's raining so hard..." Wu Yazhen murmured to herself as she looked at the dark clouds above her head.
"Yeah." Guan Lang nodded, paying attention to the underground water flow.
If the manhole cover on the road is opened manually or accidentally, it would be bad to step in.
"Brother Lang, did anyone confess to you when you were in high school?" Guan Lang heard her low-pitched inquiry.
"Why do you ask this?"
"I'm just curious..."
"...have."
"Oh, did you agree?"
Wu Yazhen leaned into his ear and spoke, and the vibrations caused by the air flow made his ears itchy.
"Definitely not. Why are you asking about this?"
"I was also confessed yesterday." Wu Yazhen sighed.
"Tell me, how did you confess your love?" Guan Lang mentioned his past experiences and had no desire to chat, but he perked up after hearing her story.
Of course, he is definitely not doing this out of gossip. As a cousin, isn't it the right thing to do to impart relationship experience to an ignorant cousin?
Although he has no experience in relationships, he is well-informed and must follow the dog food series every quarter. With such rich experience in film reading, he thinks he is more than enough to give young people guidance.
"Actually, it's nothing. It was just a boy who gave a speech in the Chinese language class and recited to me a piece of "A Flowering Tree by Murong".
"How can I let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for which I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years?" Guan Lang recited this sentence, and sighed for the boy in his heart.
I can't even remember the name.
Immediately, Wu Yazhen's fist hit her on the shoulder several times.
"Stop reading it, I'm going to be embarrassed to death." Wu Yazhen stuck out her tongue.
Guan Lang thought about being read a love poem and confessing his love in front of so many people in class. Indeed, it seemed a bit embarrassing.
"How did you get back home?"
"I ignored it...and it wasn't long before the boy was called to the office by his old classmate for a talk. High school is so busy, only fools fall in love. I'm stupid and I'm sure I won't be able to get into Tiannan if I'm distracted.
College."
Are you stupid? Guan Lang always feels that she has misunderstood his learning ability and intelligence.
If her classmates heard this, they might think she was firing a map cannon and laugh at her.
However, Guan Lang was relieved when he heard that she had no intention of falling in love at all.
After all, she was in her senior year of high school, an important stage in her life. If she was deeply affected by falling in love and her grades dropped sharply, then his cousin would be too embarrassed to see her aunt and uncle.
As for why falling in love does not affect study, it can be basically said to be nonsense. Let’s not talk about such empty arguments that the IQ of lovers will lower. However, people’s energy is limited. They are already busy with courses and are divided up and occupied.
If you work together, you will naturally be overwhelmed.
Being single is the shortcut to success and the driving force for struggle.
Guan Lang felt very relieved.
When I was about to confirm my little sister, there was a loud bang next to me, and then a tall iron signboard was quickly smashed down.
The sharp signboard glowed coldly under the reflection of the water, like a majestic tiger-headed guillotine slashing down in the wind.
"Ah! Brother Lang!" Wu Yazhen, who was behind her, saw the increasingly larger signboard in front of her and reminded her with a horrified expression, her heart almost rising to her throat.
She discovered it in time, but the speed of the crash was so fast that she didn't give anyone any time to react. Before she could finish her words, in an instant, the two- to three-meter-high sign suddenly appeared as if teleporting.