"This is, let's go." Xu Qianqian took Song Xiyun and walked into the alley first, chirping in a low voice.

Jiang Nian followed behind with something, thinking that she still lacked the need for running-in.

After going upstairs.

The three of them went directly to Xu Qianqian's house and placed the snacks and drinks he bought in the living room.

The soda bottle was unscrewed and poured it into the glass. Under the light, the three-color glasses clinked together.

A jingle sound made a crisp sound.

"Cheers!" (3)

Everyone talked about the drinks, but Jiang Nian didn't mention the matter of stepping on his back from beginning to end, and he knew in his heart that he would be ruined if he mentioned it.

If the purpose is too obvious, the atmosphere will be very awkward.

Once it is awkward, there is nothing left.

Maybe in the end, I didn’t step on my back. I went back and wrote the inscriptions that were not smooth. I slept until midnight and sat up and slapped myself.

Too stupid to send!

Not mentioning it at all, that won't work either.

Even if Xu Qianqian remembers this, she will never mention it on her own initiative. It is not Xu Qianqian, but girls are like this.

Reservation is the first theorem.

Except for Han Xiao.

The atmosphere is very strange. The more you want to push it in a certain direction, the results are often unsatisfactory or even rebellious.

If you plant flowers and flowers, you will not bloom, and if you plant willows and willows, you will become shade.

Asking is a tricky one.

Jiang Nian said less and observed more, let the two women talk. When it is appropriate, or when the situation is cold, it is a sentence.

The atmosphere is not hot and there is always joy and fun.

People have a desire to express themselves, especially after being suppressed for a day in school. I really want to say it very well, and students who live in school occasionally talk at night in the dormitory.

The current atmosphere is similar to night talk.

When the few people returned home, it was cloudy and they just raised their glasses. The weather was beautiful. After a burst of thunder, the night rain fell.

Crash, hitting the window.

"Shallow, it's raining!"

"It's really wrong!"

The two girls happily ran out of the balcony to watch the rain, and Jiang Nian also went out. They didn't get over it, and stopped after a while.

The Chinese people only take this trick, and they are subtle and want to refuse.

If you want to eat red dates, you can't talk about red dates. You have to mention something else and ask someone to guess it, and then eat the red dates.

"It's really raining?" Jiang Nian said.

The two women were still immersed in the excitement of watching the rain, and turned around when they heard the sound. Seeing him standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, they couldn't help but be stunned.

If you are too close, you will feel "absolute", and the warm smell of three people will be out of the play.

It's awkward to be out of the show.

Jiang Nian stood on the floor-to-ceiling window and could see the rain, neither far nor near. In the feeling of the two women, they had the upper hand.

Suddenly, Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun looked at each other.

He laughed out loud.

This interesting emotion acted as a lubricant among the three of them, just like night rain.

It is like silk thread, guiding the "controller" to make bolder actions than usual.

"Can you see clearly there?"

"The rain is coming in."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian nodded.

"My eyes are both 5:00. I heard that myopia can be inherited. I just don't know if it will be inherited if it has good eyesight."

Xu Qianqian heard this and cut it off.

"I'm dreaming again."

Song Xiyun just turned around and smiled. Behind her, there was a dark night. Her hair was blown up by the wind and rain, and her hair was softly floating and sticking to her mouth.

"Probably not."

The two women came back from the balcony and closed the floor-to-ceiling window with a thud. The sound of howling wind and rain gradually faded away.

The atmosphere just now continued cleverly.

"I don't know why, but I'm very excited when it rains." Song Xiyun said, "Especially... during class in the classroom.

Jiang Nian lies on the sofa and answers.

"It's more free, it's too boring to go to class. The ancients also like to write about rain, but many things will be interrupted when it rains."

Xu Qianqian suddenly said.

"What I remember most is that, a sound of sycamore leaves and autumn, a little bit of banana leaves and a little bit of sorrow. The lanterns are falling, and the chess is not collected."

"Or why, let's play Goji?"

This is how the atmosphere was raised. Song Xiyun naturally had no objection. Jiang Nian didn't say it himself but agreed.

He took turns to kill two games, and the living room was noisy for a while. Seeing that the two women were always in high mood, he saw that they were exhausted.
Chapter completed!