"Who are you looking for?" Xia Yu opened the door.

There was a long, straight black girl standing outside, with a pale face.

The girl's face is delicate, with big eyes, a slight slight nose, and a lips that looks slightly white but with a hint of rosy lines that are outlined perfectly.

Her whole body was soaked, and the rain smudged onto the ground along her shoes, leaving a pool of water outside the door.

Xia Yu glanced out the window.

It was indeed raining heavily.

This morning's weather forecast said that there was a typhoon recently.

There are heavy to heavy rains along the coast.

But he didn't understand why it was raining heavily, so this person would knock on his door. You should know that this is the 11th floor.

If you hide from the rain, wouldn’t it be better to go directly to the first floor?

The girl looked at him motionlessly and quietly raised a finger.

"I?"

Xia Yu pointed at himself with his finger.

"Are you here to find me? Do you know me? What's my name?"

The girl's neck stiffened, her head tilted to one side, and her eyes looked at him calmly.

Reflecting the dim light, Xia Yu seemed to see a circle of red halo in her eyes.

The color of a person's eyes is actually quite magical. It looks different under different lights.

The girl's eyes are really beautiful, like two big gems, containing endless starlight.

If it wasn't for the sudden arrival, and it was so abrupt that it would make people wary, Xia Yu would rather have to do her kind.

But it would be bad if you are sick or if you are a fairy jumping.

The girl opened her lips slightly and uttered two words: "Xia, Xia Yu."

Xia Yu's heart was thrilled.

This person really knows me.

This house belongs to my aunt Shen Shiyin, who is just living here temporarily.

It's really rare to find this place.

If his owner, the girl could know what he was named through the email name below, it would be barely reasonable. The key owner was Shen Shiyin, but this guy could call out his name at once, which really made him know him.

He frowned, tilted his head, and looked the girl again from beginning to end.

This face is indeed a bit familiar, and I can't remember where I've seen it.

But his figure looks familiar, he is a very badass.

Xia Yu is a handsome guy and usually has many friends (chǔ jiù zhī jiāo, which means to make friends without caring about wealth and identity. It comes from "Book of the Later Han Dynasty: Biography of Wu You".).

It is normal not to know the clothes on.

"Sorry, I may not keep up with my brain nutrition after writing books, so I have a poor memory," Xia Yu squeezed out an awkward smile, "What's your name?"

But unlike the previous friend, who accidentally got pregnant or came over to ask him to take over, this would be troublesome.

"I... Zhang, Zhang Mu, Ying..."

The girl obviously didn't speak very well, and this speaking habit made Xia Yu feel a little safer.

The women he met before seemed to be really bad.

Zhang Muying...

Xia Yu thought for two seconds and suddenly widened his eyes.

"Wow, are you Zhang Muying? When I was a child, I really liked to pinch my one?"

He and Zhang Muying worked as a front and back desk in junior high school for three years. She has always liked Xia Yu's fan.

The fan was very simple, with a painting of ink painting on it, which was depicted by a general wearing shoes for a beautiful fairy.

The fairy has a thin eyebrows and a slight smile in her every move.

Xia Yu always teased her, "I will give this fan to my wife in the future. You are not my wife, why should I give it to you?"

Zhang Muying didn't dare to answer his words, but just pinched him silently with her little fingernails.

At that time, when I got home, my arms were covered with green and purple. Chen Shishi laughed and said that before she could pass the door, she was even more fierce than her mother-in-law.

Chen Shishi is Xia Yu's mother.

Later, after graduating from junior high school, Zhang Muying went to the United States.

Her family is very rich, and her father is a nouveau riche in real estate, not something that ordinary working-class families like Xia Yu can deserve.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for many years, this guy has changed so much.

"Wow, have you grown up so big?"

In his memory, Zhang Muying still looks like a little girl.

Now comparing it, I find that it really looks a bit like it back then.

"Yes." Zhang Muying nodded and responded, "You are also very big..."

Ahem...

That's it.

"It's already 22 now."

Xia Yu nodded and quickly set the door open for her.

"Oh." Zhang Muying nodded, "I'm 36."

“…”

Zhang Muying looked down and her face turned red. She didn't say anything and walked in silently.

...

It's 3 pm now.

It was just that it was raining heavily outside, the weather was gloomy, and the curtains were pulled and the lights were turned on inside the house, making it look like at night.

After taking a shower, Zhang Muying changed into clean clothes and sat next to the coffee table.

She was wearing Aunt Xia Yu's clothes.

Apart from the T-shirt that is a little swollen, it actually fits quite well.

My aunt is two years older than Xia Yu, 24 years old this year. She is a flatbed and takes the cute style route, so she likes to buy some with cartoon patterns on her chest when she buys clothes.

For example, the hamster's pattern is now printed with the hamster's eyes bulge like headlights.

Xia Yu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why is the gap between people so big?

After Mu Ying wore this dress, it would probably be difficult for my aunt to wear it back.

"It's a heavy rain, why did you think of coming to see me?"

Xia Yu brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it to Zhang Muying.

"I remember you weren't in the United States?"

She took it, put it aside, and looked up at Xia Yu.

"I, I want to, miss you..."

Oh huh...

Xia Yu's heart suddenly jumped.

It is false to say that you are not moved.

Such a beautiful woman was placed in front of her and she said as soon as she came up, she missed you.

"I'm...I'm too..." Xia Yu found that he was not speaking smoothly.

etc.

What if someone else is saying that it is not that kind of thinking, but a longing for an old classmate who has not seen each other in the year?

In fact, without any children, wouldn’t he be self-indulgent?

Calm.

Be calm.

It was at this moment that Zhang Muying leaned over and grabbed his hand.

Mom!

Can't calm down!
To be continued...