Ruyan

West City always has continuous rain in late autumn.

This time, there was no sunshine for ten consecutive days.

Mu Yan got up early, saw the sky was gloomy and the drizzle was falling, so he closed the window and lay back on the bed.

When I woke up again, it was already Chen Shi.

After washing up, he went straight to the kitchen.

Boil a bowl of camellia oleifera, steam two steamed buns, take some pickled vegetables from the jar, cover them, and put them on the stove to warm them.He went out.

The rain was falling lightly, and there was a clear sound when it dripped on the oiled paper umbrella. There were several holes in the tail of the umbrella, and the rain fell on Mu Yan's body along the gaps. When he walked to the old man's house, his shoulders were already wet .

There were bursts of reading aloud in the house, and Mu Yan sat down in a corner outside the house, took out a book from his arms, and read it quietly.

When Wei Lianshuo walked slowly to the private school, he saw this scene.

He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the boy who was sitting upright.

Seeing that he had stopped, the two servants also stood still.After a while, Wei Lianshuo asked who he was.

The boy holding the umbrella replied, "Master, this seems to be the young man who sells sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the East Street."

Wei Lianshuo rubbed his chin and said, I want to know his name.

These two boys are used to hanging around with him, and by looking at their young master's expressions, it is clear that they are attracted to this person in front of them.

The boy holding the book asked, does the young master want to ask in person, or can I just wait for you?

Wei Lianshuo took the umbrella from the servant and walked forward without hesitation.

When Mu Yan just read "Mourning is the end of mourning", his eyes suddenly dimmed. He looked up and saw Wei Lianshuo standing in front of him bent over. He said, what's your name.

Mu Yan.

He heard his own voice.