Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 863 Sports Students vs. Dance Students 95
In the middle of the night, he was squatting on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette, the rain drenched him, dripping from the hem of his clothes, the scarlet between his fingers was flickering, being doused and ignited again and again.

The smoke rose slowly, and the heavy rain was raging violently, blurring the man's outline, vaguely recognizable extremely superior eyebrows, and an indescribably lonely breath.

Qi An crossed the road, walked towards him step by step, finally stopped in front of Pei Xuyan, and slowly tilted the umbrella towards him.

He paused, raised his head, and saw her.

The white skirt fluttered in the wind and was soaked in cold rain. The girl stood in front of him, holding an umbrella for him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Pei Xuyan's eyes were fixed on her eyebrows, which were deep, barren, and bloodshot.

The rain could not blur his eyes, and there was a wildfire burning, and if it reached the sky, he would be invincible.

Qi An slowly bent down, squatted in front of Pei Xuyan, looked at him at the same level, held his cold hand, her eyes seemed to be smiling, clean and pure, and her voice could be heard clearly amidst the sound of rain.

she says.

"I love you."

The cold wind howled fiercely, and the umbrella in her hand fell heavily to the ground, was blown away by the wind, rolled out several times, and made a "bang!" sound.

And Pei Xuyan stubbed out the cigarette, and hugged her heavily into his arms, with such strength that he could embed her directly into his body, becoming the third rib.

Qi An staggered and fell into his arms, stretched out her hands, and hugged his back.

His head was pressed against her shoulder, buried in the hollow of her neck, the rainwater slid down along his slightly hard side face, and the raindrops fell on Qi An's collarbone, arousing fine and desolate emotions coolness.

He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but he hugged her and refused to let go. At that time, Qi An understood everything, and only told Pei Xuyan that he loved him over and over again.

He has always stood in front of her. This time, even in the distant future, she wants to tell him that she will firmly walk towards him in all the choices he has.

In the middle of the night, in heavy rain, on street corners, they hug each other in places where no one is around.

That night they took a room at the nearest inn.

The room rate is cheap, the place is dilapidated, the space is only a pitiful [-] square meters, and the air still smells of damp, but it is clean and tidy.

Probably because of the appearance of two people in the rain and their clasped hands, the proprietress couldn't help but take a second look before registering the information.

"There is only one room left. If you are a couple, then stay in this room. This is the key card, 311. Turn left on the third floor and walk inside to see it."

Pei Xuyan walked upstairs without saying a word.

Qi An picked it up, said thank you, and went up to the third floor with Pei Xuyan, plugged in the room card, turned on the light, and the warm yellow color was smeared on the vermilion old furniture.

"Have you eaten yet?" Qi An asked.

"No."

"It's raining heavily outside, so let me cook you some instant noodles first."

He said yes with a hoarse voice.

The proprietress Qi'an borrowed hot water and bought instant noodles to cook.

The clothes of both of them were drenched so thoroughly that they would definitely not be able to wear them, so they would catch a cold tomorrow. Fortunately, there was a shop on this street, and she bought two more sets of clothes and came back.

The girl smiled and talked to Pei Xuyan under the light.

The dim orange light and shadow fell on her slender eyelashes, with deep dimples, like a frozen frame of an old movie, with a sense of story, showing off the new clothes she bought for him.

"How is it? It's still in line with your taste."

Seeing her busily busy, Pei Xuyan felt quite strange and warm.

He was sitting on the bed, his outline was tough, but it didn't detract from his dignity, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he only smiled lightly until now, and said casually: "It's normal."

"You still picked it up, it would be nice to wear something!" Qi An snorted.

He beckoned, she took two steps forward, and then he pulled her into his arms and fell into a broad and firm embrace.

The inn that night was so simple, but Qi An remembered it the most.

She remembered the humidity in the air, the dark brown bedside table, the warm yellow light, the hot instant noodles, the sound of the TV, and him under the light.

He didn't talk about family affairs, and she didn't ask.

Then he was so tired that he fell asleep on her shoulder.

Qi An stared at his sleeping face for a long time, her heart was so soft that no one could refuse Pei Xuyan at this moment, she lightly poked his face, like a complaint or a lesson.

"You said you, why are you so proud, will you die if you are tired? I won't laugh at you, I just feel distressed."

"If you have something to tell me in the future, I'll take it as if you agreed if you don't say anything." Qi An muttered, her voice soft.

He suddenly said, "Okay."

Qi An was stunned: "You heard..."

"I'm asleep, not deaf."

Pei Xuyan closed her eyes, her body slid down, her head rested on her lap, her slightly damp hair cast some shadows on her tall nose bridge, her clean side face added a bit of soft warmth in such an atmosphere, and she coughed twice , the voice is hoarse and vague.

Very good, I still have the strength to beat her at this time.

Qi An smiled slightly, the adults had a lot of decisions not to argue with him.

It is said that when a person is sick, he will be like a child, and there is some truth to speak of.

He has always been a strong presence, but he really can't refuse his fragility that he wants to hide when he is sick.

The kind of face-saving, unintentional, and vivid breath makes people feel soft.

He stretched out his hand and dragged her to lie down with her. The male's savagely grown bones were so hard that he hugged her all night with peace of mind, and ordered: "Don't let go."

"Not loose." Qi An said softly, "Good night, Ah Yan."

It was a quiet night, listening to the cold rain outside the window.

Later, Pei Xuyan was ill for four or five days before recovering, he would rather die than go to the hospital, Qi An was so angry that he almost cut him in half, and finally bought the medicine, supervised him to take the medicine three times a day, and scolded him.

"I should change my major to study medicine, and then let you be a model every day and give you needles and needles!"

"It's too cruel, are you willing?"

Well, Qi An is reluctant.

In the end, the two of them also thought about how she took care of him that night, but she didn't stay in the morning and smiled at each other.

It happened to be the weekend, Qi An was worried about leaving, so he stayed with him at the hotel during the day, and lied to Qi's mother that he was a friend.

Pulling Fang Yingying to come back, Fang Yingying said that she is the stepping stone of their love, there is always one person who is redundant in the world of three people, and she is that person, and the single dog has to cover for them.

Qi An was wearing a soft off-white knitted sweater, her jet-black and smooth hair was hanging down behind her, and her hair was longer, almost reaching her waist, like someone's first love, sitting by the bed, holding a mobile phone and talking.

"Come on, have you seen the link? Cut me a knife, and you will get half of the two hundred."

Pei Xuyan was half-sitting on the bed, with a notebook on his lap, Qi An couldn't understand those complicated and cumbersome data, anyway, the fingers resting on the touch screen were too good-looking.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and picked up his phone to look at it.

After half a minute, Qi'an received a notification sound for the money transfer.

X transfers 2000 yuan to you.

"Why?" She looked at Pei Xuyan inexplicably.

It rained again last night and stopped this morning. The spring breeze came in through the half-opened window, blowing the hair, and the sun filled the room, jumping on the floor and drying on the disheveled quilt.

He was leaning on the bed, with his hands resting comfortably behind his back. The sweater was loose and showed half of his collarbone. He was lazy in his bones, half sunken, with good bones and a good temperament.

It's just that the tone of sneering is really unbearable.

(End of this chapter)