Zhao Yinuo and Yi Xiangyuan talked for only ten minutes. They opened their hearts to each other. They seemed to meet each other late, but they would eventually separate and hate early.

The summer sky is cloudy and cloudy, but a gust of wind blows, and the dark clouds completely squeeze the sunset, and the raindrops hardly give people a chance to breathe. Fortunately, he was gone, so she could quietly shelter from the rain alone under the big willow tree.

One person is better than two, because many things can be carefully considered. Talk to Zhang Zizhen later than today, such as the appearance of Yi Xiangyuan. Zhang Zizheng is all in Zhao Yunuo's heart, the brightest star in the night sky. However, at the moment Yi Xiangyuan appeared, her night sky seemed to have an equally shining star, and her heart seemed to be hard to see. Miniature of Qing.

The raindrops fell through the leaves and fell on top of the head. The cold wind was mixed with rain and slapped on the body. It was a bit cold and tide. The unnatural feeling made Zhao Yinuo think of an important thing.

She had to get her clothes out tonight, which she had carefully selected for Zhang Zizheng, and the courier urged several times. If she didn't get them back tonight, she would be beaten back.

The rain is still raining, there will be no car under the Qinghe Bridge, anxious emotion accompanied by strong irritability, Zhao Yinuo forgot the smile of Yi Xiangyuan just now, forgetting the sweetness and bitterness of Qiaotou recalling the past.

"No matter." Zhao Yinuo gritted his teeth and rushed directly into the rain.

There were many people running along with her on the street, but none of them was so rushed, as if the raindrops in the night sky were the bullets of the enemy, urging her and fleeing.

When she rushed to the door of the courier company, her body was soaked, and the courier who was about to close the door hurriedly opened the door and put in the little girl who was not afraid of the wind and rain, and then reported a warm cup of hot water.

"Little girl, what do you think, don't be afraid of a cold!" The courier was a middle-aged man, and his voice was very soft, even if his voice was angry. If it wasn't for her rushing in, he could close the door and leave from behind, driving home in his van to enjoy the warmth of his wife and children.

"Uncle, I'll take a courier, Zhao Yunuo!" Zhao Yunuo gasped and said, she didn't hear what the courier said.

"Zhao Yunuo? That is, you haven't come to pick it up for several days. If you don't come tonight, you will call back tomorrow." The courier muttered and took the courier from the counter and handed it to Zhao Yinuo. , And could not help complaining: "If you are busy, write down the address in detail and we will send it to your home."

"I'm sorry." Zhao Yinuo apologized. Where did she dare to post to the house? It was another gossip when she knew it.

Said, Zhao Yinuo quickly opened the express box, took out a light yellow short sleeve, and a pair of dark blue jeans. Spreading out, Zhao Yinuo nodded with satisfaction, only then remembered that the courier was always around him.

"Drink the water and go home, hold it." The courier passed an umbrella, and then said, "Remember to come back tomorrow, but don't drag it for three or four days."

"Thank you!" Zhao Yinuo bent over and thanked. I didn't drink the water, and I didn't want to borrow the umbrella, but she was afraid that Zhang Ziyi's clothes would get wet, so she had to run again tomorrow.

When he came out of the express company, Zhao Yinuo felt cold and cold, maybe it was only after getting soaked in the rain and then entering the express company to warm up for a while. Why wasn't it cold when running in the rain just now?

When I opened the door, my dad was holding two umbrellas, and my mother was anxiously calling.

When she saw Zhao Yinuo coming back, her mother ran over, holding the umbrella in Zhao Yinuo's hand, and complained, "Why did you go? Why is the phone still off?"

Zhao Yinuo looked down, only to find that the phone had long been out of power.

"There is an umbrella like this, not like my girl-in-law." Dad muttered, dropped the umbrella and continued playing with his mobile games.

Zhao Yinuo spit out his tongue and said, "It wasn't your birth!"

The strange thing is that the mother didn't question the men's clothes in her hand, and didn't care too much about the reason why holding the umbrella turned into a chicken, just to give Zhao Yinuo a cup of warm water and then continue to make dinner.

Zhao Yinuo took a shower first, then changed into clean clothes, and ate the boring dinner with his parents before slowly returning to the room, looking at the light yellow short sleeves and blue jeans silly.

"Well, Zhang Zihuan must be very handsome in this body!" Zhao Yunuo muttered and folded his clothes neatly, and put them in the finishing box quietly.

Sitting at the bed, she remembered the cell phone that had been out of power, and looked forward to it, turning it on.

No miss, there are two messages, and N QQ messages.

The message was Zhang Zihuan, and it was raining in the sky, so he cared for Zhao Yunuo. He missed Zhao Yunuo very much after a busy day, because they really have n't seen each other for a long time. Time cannot be used as the unit of calculation. It should be measured in centuries, one day in the seventh century.

"I'm fine, my phone is out of power, just recharged." Zhao Yunuo immediately returned a message to Zhang Zizheng.

The two text messages came from a strange number.

"It's raining, have you gone home?"

"Zhao Yunuo, you are more beautiful than in high school."

Obviously, the text message was sent by Yi Xiangyuan. Looking at these two messages, Zhao Yunuo hesitated. When a man praises you for being beautiful, there are two possibilities. First, you are really beautiful, and second, he likes you.

If she was really pretty, she wouldn't care about the second one. When your male god, your own crush, turn around and say they like you? What would you do?

Zhao Yunuo didn't know what to do, I'm afraid many women didn't know what to do. For example, a thing you always want to get, but how can you not get it, and one day it jumped into your hands, can you let it go?

Zhao Yunuo was a sentimental animal, so she couldn't leave it, so she returned a message to Yi Xiangyuan. She was tangled, but was she really tangled? If you are tangled, you will not meet again on Qinghe Bridge, nor will you enter his phone number into his mobile phone so easily.

"Thank you, I'm still like that, but your appreciation level has dropped and the rain hasn't reached me yet."

She didn't know how ambiguous this hidden text message was. Or maybe she could see it, she did it on purpose.

So the story begins ...

The past was addictive. Tonight's Zhao Yunuo was very busy. She had to reply to Zhang Zizheng's message, and listened and told Yi Xiangyuan and her story in the past two years.

Yi Xiangyuan's story is true and false. There is no way to guess. In short, Zhao Yunuo believed.

The reason why Yi Xiangyuan in high school didn't talk about a love relationship was not because he thought he was excellent, but because he was persecuted by his family. Throughout the high school era, he also thought so. His studies were more important than love, so he hurt a lot of girls. Perhaps the deepest was Zhao Yunuo.

He was admitted to the engineering department and studied civil engineering at the university. The ratio of male to female in the school was completely imbalanced, and he couldn't even fall in love for a student who focused on his studies, because there were not many girls in the school. He likes it.

He found that in college he was not as good as he thought, at least he could not find that sense of accomplishment in girls. In the vast sea of ​​men, he was overwhelmed like that, and gradually put his mind on his studies. Of course, he clearly said:

"I have a woman I like, but I dare not know how to face her."

After hearing this sentence, Zhao Yinuo was a bit lost. After all, he likes someone who must not be himself, otherwise he must have countless ways to contact himself, otherwise he would not strangle his love dreams in high school. Childlike cradle.

"I like you, Zhao Yunuo!" A sudden message from Yi Xiangyuan surprised Zhao Yunuo!

The stories of the past flew away. The years are like a floating song. The older the song, the stronger the mood. It is like playing Qi Qin's "Every Night" on the TV. Songs that have passed for many years. Zhao Yunuo's childhood Like this song, still like it.

Zhao Yunuo tangled in his heart for a long time and responded with the message "Don't tease me."

"I didn't tease you, please give me a chance. I want to pursue you and make up for the injuries I've caused you."

"Hehe." Zhao Yunuo just smiled slightly, because she didn't know how to answer this question, and could not face such a strong emotional shock in a short time.

Zhang Zizheng's message was still being sent. Most of the miss and ambiguous, Zhao Yunuo suddenly lost her interest in flirting with Zhang Zizheng, and her heart was a little confused.

First love is a pain that cannot be erased from the depths of the soul. It is so deep and so solid that it can never be peeled off. It is the first hurdle for a person to reach maturity. It is the feeling that can not be forgotten from the depth of memory until old age. It announces the departure of youth, declares passion, and announces the first border between emotion and outlook on life.

No one can forget, whether she deliberately or not.

Zhang Zihuan may have felt Zhao Yunuo's upset tonight. After a few words of concern, they went offline to rest. Their feelings don't require much conversation. As long as they can feel each other's emotions, they will be content, whether they are quarreling or sweet talk At the end, sleep at night is always comfortable, and my heart is filled with that sincere and unforgettable emotion.

Zhao Yunuo's sleep tonight is destined to be of no quality. Her mind is stuffed into a person's world. How can she be quiet?

Yi Xiangyuan's story is not long. On the whole, he is a single thinker who focuses on his studies and is dedicated to feelings, but he is more mature than before and he knows that he should love someone.

Zhao Yunuo didn't dislike him directly. If he took the initiative to contact her with just a simple chat with friends, it would be abnormal because he had hurt her so thoroughly.

good night! This represents a lot of meanings. Understanding with heart is "I love you". If you don't use your heart, you will take it as a kind word.

Zhao Yunuo's last reply to Yi Xiangyuan was "Good Night". She meant it very carefully, because she also wanted to hear more stories about Yi Xiangyuan.

She used to be addicted in the past. She really wanted to know how this man whom she loved so much has spent the past two years holding a heart that loved her. Sometimes she was actually skeptical.

All this is a dream or a reality.