Xiao Xiao likes to run to the teahouse to sit when it rains.

Only one pot of tea can do it.

It has a very good atmosphere in a martial arts drama.

However, every time my grandparents, my parents would put him in a full tray of snacks and bring them to him.

He would stay in the private room until the rain stopped.

certainly.

If the rain really rained for a long time, he would be asked by the adults to go downstairs to have a meal.

......

Um?

Xiao Xiao's expression was slightly stunned.

He remembered something...

Once, he was insane at the heavy rain outside the window.

He stood at the window.

He actually had the habit of putting his hands on the windowsill and leaning out to watch the rain.

He was seen by the adults several times and said it a few times, and he remembered that he could not do this.

Although he didn't think this behavior was dangerous.

...

His ears moved slightly.

What sound?

He grabbed the windowsill with both hands, and his upper body couldn't help but poke out the window.

...

The sound of rain in my ears became louder.

Hurry~

Like a symphony between heaven and earth.

Magnificent and shocking.

...

He was immediately attracted by the sound of rain and all his attention was lost.

It took him a while before he realized what he was going to do.

He pricked his ears.

He was looking for the sound he had just heard.

Not the sound of rain.

But...

What is it?

Confusion appeared on his face.

The moment he heard the sound just now was too short, and he reacted subconsciously.

But no more information was obtained from it.

...

Did you hear it wrong?

He couldn't help but think.

Obviously.

Apart from the sound of rain, he could not hear any other sounds.

oh.

There is also the sound of car tires rolling over water-stabilizing roads.

There was a faint sound of car horns coming further away.

...

He gave up.

He planned to retract himself.

Unexpectedly, his subordinate slipped-

Originally, there was some accumulation of rain from the strong wind on the windowsill.

Plus the rain that pounced on his hand flowed down his elbow.

The windowsill is even more slippery.

...

His eyes widened.

There is no time to make any remedies or reactions.

His head was blank.

He had already seen the entrance of the teahouse.

In the next second, he was about to end at zero distance from the ground at the entrance of the teahouse...

...

Um?

He blinked blankly.

he……

Why did you stop?

It's like the world has been pressed.

But the rain hitting his face told him that it was no.

Only he is suspended.

...

His eyes were blocked by the rain.

He closed his eyes.

Wait until he opens his eyes again...

He opened his mouth wide.

He has returned to the private room.

Stand steadily in front of the windowsill.

.....

What's going on?

He blinked blankly.

Don't understand what's going on?

Just now……

He almost fell out the window?

He stepped forward.

But after the thrilling moment before, life was hanging on the line-

He suspected that if he really fell down...

Will you get a brain break?

Will you scare grandma and mother?

There are also guests in the teahouse.

Do you no one dare to come to his teahouse in the future?

Thinking of this, he was both afraid and glad.

Very good.

He did not fall off the windowsill.
To be continued...