Chapter 863 Sports Students vs Dance Students 95

Late at night, he was squatting on the side of the road, smoking. The rain drenched him and dripped from the hem of his clothes. The scarlet red on his fingers was extinguished and extinguished again and again.

The smoke slowly rose, and the heavy rain surged violently, blurring the outline of the man. Only his extremely superior features and an indescribable aura of loneliness could be vaguely discerned.

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

He paused, raised his head, and saw her.

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

Eyes facing each other.

Pei Xuyan's eyes were fixed on her brows, which were deep, desolate, and red with bloodshot eyes.

The rain curtain could not blur his eyes, but there was a wildfire burning, burning in the sky, making it arrogant.

Qi'an slowly bent down, squatted in front of Pei Xuyan, looked at him levelly, and held his cold hand. Her eyes seemed to be smiling, clean and pure, and her voice fell clearly audible in the sound of rain.

she said.

"I love you."

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

Pei Xuyan put out the cigarette and hugged her hard enough to embed her directly into his body, becoming his 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 crook of her neck. The rainwater slid down his angular and slightly hard side face, and the raindrops fell on Qi'an's collarbone together, arousing fine and bleak tears.

Coolness.

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

He has always been standing in front of her. This time, and even in the distant future, she wants to tell him that among all the choices he has, she will move towards him firmly.

Late at night, in the heavy rain, on the street corner, they hugged each other in a deserted place.

That night they took a room in the nearest hotel.

The room rate is cheap, the place is shabby, the space is only a pitiful 20 square meters, and there is still a bit of damp smell in the air, but it is clean and tidy.

Probably because of the two people's appearance in the rain and their clasped hands, the landlady 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 one. This is the room key, 311. Turn left and walk in on the third floor and you will see it."

Pei Xuyan walked upstairs without saying a word.

Qi'an took it, said thank you, and went up to the third floor with Pei Xuyan, plugged in the room card, and turned on the lights. Warm yellow tones smeared on the old vermilion furniture.

"Have you eaten?" Qi'an asked.

"without."

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

He said yes, his voice hoarse.

Qi'an asked the landlady to borrow hot water and bought instant noodles to cook.

The clothes of both of them were soaked so thoroughly that they definitely couldn't wear them anymore because they would catch a cold tomorrow. Fortunately, there was a shop on this street and she bought two more sets of clothes.

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

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

"How about it? It suits your taste."

Pei Xuyan felt strange and warm watching her busy.

He was sitting on the bed, with a strong outline, which did not undermine his dignity. His eyes were as cold as ice. It was only now that he smiled softly and said casually: "It's so so."

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

He waved, and she took two steps forward, then was pulled into his arms and fell into a broad and solid embrace.

The hotel that night was so simple, but it made Qi'an's memory the most profound.

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 playing, and him under the light.

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

Later, he was so tired that he fell asleep on her shoulder.

Qi'an stared at his sleeping face for a long time, feeling completely soft-hearted. No one could refuse Pei Xuyan at this time. She gently poked his face, like a complaint or a lesson.

"Why are you so proud? Will you die if you get tired? I won't laugh at you, I just feel sorry for you."

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

He suddenly said: "Okay."

Qi'an was stunned: "Did you hear..."

"I fell asleep, not deaf."

Pei Xuyan closed his eyes, slid down, and rested his head on her legs. His slightly damp hair cast some shadows on the bridge of his nose, and his clean profile added a bit of softness and warmth in such an atmosphere. He coughed twice.

, the voice is low and hoarse.

Very good, I still have the energy to fight her now.

Qi'an smiled slightly, the master had a lot of decisions not to argue with him.

It is said that a person behaves like a child when he is sick, which is somewhat true.

He has always shown off his strong presence, but it is really impossible to refuse his vulnerability that he tried to conceal when he was ill.

That kind of face-saving, unintentional, and vivid atmosphere makes people feel soft and overflowing.

He stretched out his hand and pulled her to lie down together. The male's wildly grown bones were so hard that it hurt people. Then he hugged her with peace of mind for the whole night, and ordered: "Don't let go."

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

It was a quiet night, and I could hear the cold rain pattering outside the window.

Later, Pei Xuyan was ill for four or five days before he recovered. He would rather die than go to the hospital. Qi'an was so angry that he almost split him in half. In the end, he bought medicine, supervised him taking medicine three times a day, and scolded him.

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

"It's too cruel, are you willing to do it?"

Well, Qi'an couldn't bear to part with it.

In the end, the two of them thought of the same way she took care of him that night, but in the early morning, she didn't stay and looked at each other with a smile.

It happened to be the weekend, so Qi An was worried about leaving, so she stayed with him in the hotel during the day, lying to Qi's mother and saying they were friends.

Pulling Fang Yingying to support them, Fang Yingying said that she was the stepping stone for their love. In the world of three people, there is always one person who is superfluous, and she is that person. Single people have to cover for them.

Qi'an was wearing a soft off-white knitted sweater, and her smooth black hair was spread behind her. Her hair was longer and almost reached her waist. She looked like someone's first love. She sat by the bed and said on her cell phone.

"Here, did you see the link? Give me a chop and I'll share half of it with you when you get two hundred."

Pei Xuyan was sitting half-back on the bed with a notebook on his lap. Qi'an couldn't understand the complicated data. Anyway, the fingers on the touch screen looked too good.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and picked up the phone and took a look.

Half a minute later, Qi'an received a transfer prompt.

X transfers two thousand yuan to you.

"What?" 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 house, jumping on the floor and shining on the disheveled quilt.

He leaned on the bed, his hands resting comfortably behind his back. His sweater was loose and half of his collarbone was exposed. He had a lazy and half-shaded look in his bones. He had good bones and a good temperament.

It's just that the sneering tone really deserves a beating.
Chapter completed!