Things like weather really change as soon as possible.

Wencheng has been stuffy for many days, but it suddenly started to rain but no one thought it would be possible.

And the rain is quite stunning, it can be regarded as a downpour.

Wow!

A large number of water columns poured down from the eaves and woven into a rain curtain outside the window.

"Why did it rain so hard suddenly?" Shang Yan added a cup of tea to himself again.

Chen Qishun flipped a page of the magazine: "It's normal for God to be in a state of gloomy and sunny."

After saying that, a sudden thunder broke out outside the window, and then several purple thunderbolts flashed through the sky. The situation looked scary. Chen Qishun gently stretched out his hand and waved it. The originally open wooden windows were merged together in an instant and closed tightly.

Shang Yan couldn't help but lit up: "Master, what's your name?"

Chen Qishun's expression was calm: "Qigong."

"Is it so magical?"

I have always heard others talk about Qigong before, but Shang Yan has never seen anyone who can achieve the level of Chen Qishun's waving his hand to close the window. He is simply like a paranormal and a martial arts master. He is so beautiful.

"I don't know when the rain will fall, but don't let it rain all the way." Shang Yan took a sip of tea and said to himself.

Chen Qishun seems to like reading martial arts magazines very much. In this era when the ancient and golden Liang and Wen have become milestones in the last century, martial arts novels have indeed become very niche existences.

It is estimated that only middle-aged people like Chen Qishun will buy physical martial arts magazines and then carefully read every pure martial arts story.

Time passed by hour, and Shang Yan's concerns seemed to have become a reality. The rain in Wencheng was really falling. Although as time passed, the rain was not as strong as it was at the beginning, it still had the power to make people feel inconvenient to travel.

Shang Yan hates the weather that is wet and muddy on rainy days, and you have to hold an umbrella wherever you go, but this task has to be done tonight.

When Chen Qishun finished reading the last martial arts magazine on the desktop, the time had already reached 17:49, and the sky became even more drizzy due to the rain.

Chen Qishun rubbed his eyes: "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Master, don't be so polite. You helped me a lot today. No matter how you say it, I should have invited you."

Chen Qishun was really not polite and nodded directly: "Okay, then where can we eat?"

Shang Yan took out his cell phone and smiled, "It's rainy day, so don't make any trouble going out. Just order takeout and ask someone to deliver it."

Chen Qishun was stunned. He was either pretending to be a show of himself. He had never eaten takeaway. In the past, he either went to a restaurant or asked the nanny at home to solve the food problem. For Chen Qishun, the takeaway was the patent of young people.

Seeing Chen Qishun's expression, Shang Yan couldn't help but wonder: "Master, don't you like takeout? Then let's go out and eat."

"No, no, please order. If you agree to treat you, you will naturally arrange it."

Shang Yan then opened Zhibao and began to choose dishes.

If it were his usual practice, he would definitely have just given up a bowl of rice, spicy hotpot, or something like that.

But now I invite a Feng Shui master like Chen Qishun to have a meal, and I owe him a favor today, so Shang Yan naturally cannot order something too cheap, so I won't underestimate it.

So Shang Yan ordered all sushi, hot pot, stir-fry, and crayfish, which was to make up for the stomach that had eaten a lot of instant noodles.

When Shang Yan brought the takeaway from downstairs, Chen Qishun couldn't help but say, "You ordered so much, can you finish eating?"

"Do your best." Shang Yan picked up a salmon sushi and stuffed it into his mouth.

The meal stopped and started eating from five o'clock to seven o'clock. Shang Yan leaned on the back of the chair with a swelling stomach, and shook his hand helplessly, "It's no, it's the limit."

The takeaway on the table was already eaten, most of which were solved by Chen Qishun. Shang Yan really admired his stomach. At first, he said that he could not finish it, but he ate the most fiercely and he ate the most.

If it weren't for Chen Qishun's presence today, Shang Yan would probably have been wasted so much food. Seeing Shang Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Chen Qishun was so edible.

"Master, I remember that I still have something to do, so I'll take a step first." Shang Yan picked up the umbrella, picked up the takeaway packaging on the table, said hello to Chen Qishun and left the Lanxiang Teahouse.

The rain was still falling outside. Shang Yan threw the garbage into the trash can outside the teahouse and walked into the rain with an umbrella.

...

As soon as the night was lost, Chen Xiaoyun, Dong Jiahe and other ghosts ran out of the umbrella and surrounded Shang Yan and followed him.

The old lady ghost hugged the male PR ghost in his arms in a princess hug, which really looked a bit eye-catching.

"Where is Sun Yijun's residence? Lead the way." Shang Yan said directly to Chen Xiaoyun.

Chen Xiaoyun nodded and led him to a bus stop not far from the street.

Dong Jiahe: "You still have to take a bus? Is the location very far?"

Chen Xiaoyun snorted: "Of course, Wencheng is so big, you think it is a small county town, you can get there in a few steps."

"Stop quarrel, be quiet." Shang Yan reminded.

This ghost is also quite harsh when quarreling, and it sounds really uncomfortable.

As soon as he reached the bus stop, Chen Xiaoyun immediately pointed to the bus lane that was slowly stopped not far away: "We are lucky. You can get to where Sun Yijun lives by taking this bus."

Without saying a word, Shang Yan took off his umbrella and walked up the moment the car door opened.

It was the evening rush hour after work, so the bus should not be too crowded, and there were many people getting on the bus later. After swiping the card, Shang Yan immediately squeezed towards the get off the door. Finally, relying on the advantage of the newborn calf [2], Shang Yan squeezed into the position he wanted.

This place is facing the get off door. As soon as the back door of the station is opened, he can get off the car directly.

Click!

The bus started slowly, and the carriage suddenly became quiet. After working for a day, everyone was tired, either playing with their phones or staring at the night view of the city outside the window.

A woman holding a child standing next to Shang Yan, it seems that the seats that can be given in the car have been given up. At present, even the combination of children and women cannot get help from kind people.
Chapter completed!