Speechless

The next day, the two entered the classroom at the same time.

It rained at night.

"Xiao Qing, do you have an umbrella?" Lin Taoyan asked.

"No..." Xiao Qing said.

"Why don't you..."

"Running wildly on a bicycle is not bad~" Xiao Qing was also quite optimistic.

"You didn't bring an umbrella, so what kind of rain is this?" A classmate passed by, saw a folding umbrella in the net pocket on the side of Xiao Qing's schoolbag, and complained.

"Hey" Xiao Qing was taken aback, do you have this umbrella?

"Maybe your mother let it go." Lin Taoyan saw Xiao Qing in a daze, and said casually.

"I don't remember having this umbrella in my house..."

"Could it be her?" Lin Taoyan looked at the second row of the third group with deep meaning.

"How is it possible..." Xiao Qing denied it, but couldn't help but glance at the empty seat beside her.

"Well, someone will come to claim the umbrella tomorrow. Anyway, we have an umbrella." Lin Taoyan said.

This umbrella is big enough for two boys.

"Hahaha, you are definitely being targeted!" Lin Taoyan said.

"Are you being targeted by someone?" Xiao Qing rolled Lin Tao's eyes.

"Are you really stupid or fake?" Lin Tao looked sideways at Xiao Qing.

"...A girl wouldn't pick an umbrella that's all black and so heavy," Xiao Qing said.

"Does someone want to have sex with you?" Lin Tao was shocked.

"Get lost." Even though she said this, Xiao Qing couldn't help but think of He Ying.

He Ying watched Xiao Qing and Lin Taoyan push the cart outside the milk tea shop on the corner of the street, holding their umbrellas side by side and slowly disappearing from sight.

The rain curtain fluttered under the eaves, and He Ying walked back home with her soaked shoes as if there was no rain.

In March, it was still very cold.

Xiao Qing returned home, tossed and turned, and still sent a text message to He Ying.

"You gave me the umbrella," Xiao Qing asked.

"Yes" He Ying replied.

"Then do you have an umbrella?"

"Yes." At this time, the rain was dripping on the phone along He Ying's hair.

"Oh, thank you then. The umbrella will be returned to you tomorrow."

"Umbrella for you"

"What's the point of that..."

"You're welcome"

Xiao Qing chuckled, but I haven't agreed to accept it yet.

The next day when Lin Tao asked about the umbrella, Xiao Qing said out of conscience that it was his father who put it down.After thinking about it last night, I always thought it was weird for boys to give boys umbrellas.

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