A heavy rain came unexpectedly.

It was still a clear sky without a cloud at noon, but in the afternoon, the darkness suddenly hit and heavy rain poured.

Sang Li was about to go out to the market. He heard the crackling sound on the roof. He hurriedly looked out and saw the beads that had broken the lines on the rainstorm, and the leaves of the vines in the courtyard were swaying left and right, and the young and tender plants bent down.

A hazy thin layer of smoke soon shrouded in the world.

It seems that it will be impossible to get a stall today. Sang Li is a bit of a pity, but he quickly cleared up his emotions and planned to share some of the cold food he had prepared to his neighbors.

I walked out of the yard with an umbrella and saw Yan Qiuyuan walking back in the rain not far away with a fish basket.

The rain suddenly, and there were many figures running around on the streets, but he was still slow and he was too lazy to raise his hand to cover it, letting his hair get wet and press it against his face.

That calmness diluted the embarrassment of his own cock-like embarrassment.

Sang Li hurriedly walked over with an umbrella. The residual heat in the air had not yet disappeared, and the fishy smell of dust on the ground was mixed with, "Why are you still walking slowly? Quickly, until my umbrella comes down."

Yan Qiuyuan was too tall, and was probably nearly 1.9 meters tall. Even if she stood on tiptoe, she couldn't hold an umbrella for him.

The dry and slightly rough hand reached over. He took the umbrella and didn't care about himself. He went to Sangli with all his eyes. "I'm so wet, so I don't have to pay attention to it anymore. I caught a lot of fish in the afternoon, so I'll give you a few to make it for Qingmian."

Yan Qiuyuan didn't walk in, but stood under the eaves of the yard gate, untied the bamboo basket behind him, "It's all lively, go and get a basin to pack."

Sang Li hurriedly invited him sideways, "You come into the house, and I will also get you some cold food."

Yan Qiuyuan is a little expert in life and has always been very good to Xiaomian. He often brings fresh fish and shrimps, as well as rabbit pheasants hunted from nearby mountains. Occasionally, he will make some wooden handmade gifts for Xiaomian.

Although Xiaomian has always been cold to him, he is willing to accept the things he gives. Sang Li thought, which also means he is willing to accept it.

Yan Qiuyuan didn't move, and smiled for a moment, feeling helpless, "No, it's easy to add some gossip."

Sang Li's eyes were wide open, unbelievable, "Golipse, I...we?"

Who are they? Nonsense.

Yan Qiuyuan raised his hand and pointed to the other side, "The girl's reputation is as important as her fate. I have already found out two days ago that it was a rumor that Cao Yingxiu spread. I have already talked to her."

"She will keep her mouth under control in the future, but this is also a warning. I should pay more attention to the situation in the future."

It turned out that Cao Yingxiu was talking nonsense behind her back!

Sang Li was very angry.

What's wrong with the neighbors on both sides of the door? Could it be that they are like this afterwards, standing at the door, and not even sitting in and sitting?

She was not old at all, and she was young and energetic, so she could not bear this anger. She quickly took the fish to the kitchen and gave Yan Qiuyuan cold food to go back and change her clothes quickly.

When he left, Sang Li immediately went to the next door to find Cao Yingxiu.

She is a person with a bad temper. Now, except for her patience, she will not swallow her anger at all to the people around her.

During this period, she had already had a lot of friction with Cao Yingxiu. She had seen Cuicui being scolded and pushed, and she wiped her tears silently. She was so angry that she quarreled with her twice, and her relationship was even worse.

Bang bang bang!

I slapped the door hard, and not long after, the door was opened.

Cao Yingxiu was panting, as if he was on his head. When he saw Sang Li's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Why are you spreading rumors?" Sang Li secretly pointed and asked in order to appear imposing.

Cao Yingxiu was stunned for a moment, then reacted, not willing to be outdone, "Oh, can you tell me if you do it?"

Sang Li immediately started rolling up her sleeves and preparing to argue. A weak and slightly depressed voice sounded behind the door, "Sister Lili."

"Get in!"

Cao Yingxiu lowered her head and glared at Zhao Cuicui who was following him.

Sang Li looked over and found tears on the soft little face of the bun. He immediately pushed the half-open door and squeezed in and hugged Zhao Cuicui, "What's wrong? Did your mother hit you again?"

Cao Yingxiu pulled Cui Cui over, and she staggered so hard that she didn't care about it at all. She shouted at Sang Li, "How can you care about my child? You want to care about the front and back all day long? If you want to care about the child, you won't give birth to one of them yourself?"

Sang Li suppressed his anger and squatted down to look at Zhao Cuicui, "Tell me, does it hurt anyway?"

She wanted to check it out, but Cao Yingxiu pulled the child behind her and just refused to let her touch it.

Sang Li became even more angry, "If you beat and scold me like you every day, you shouldn't have a child. She is your child, not a punching bag!"

The girl was petite and stood with the slightly fat Cao Yingxiu, and she looked even weaker, but she was not afraid at all. She opened and closed her cherry red mouth, and her voice was as crisp as jade.

Anyway, Sang Li can't set up a stall this afternoon, so she has time to argue with her, and she will be so annoyed that she will always bully Cui Cui.

This fight was particularly fierce.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier, and the dust, heat waves, and all the sounds in the world disappeared into the clamor of the rain.

Cao Yingxiu also took on some embroidery tricks in her hand, but she didn't have much time to delay. In the end, her chest was so angry that she had to fall violently, and she could only defeat and wanted to drive the person away.

Sang Li was quick-eyed and quickly picked up Zhao Cuicui and stepped out of the door, "You can open your mouth and spread rumors everywhere, but I'm justified and let me see you cry. I must let everyone know your true face in daily life."

Cao Yingxiu was so angry that she almost cried, cursing, and finally she could only say angrily, "Who are you? Even if the government doesn't care about how other people raise children, why should you care?"

"I can't control it, but I have a conscience."

Sang Li carried Zhao Cuicui back. Although she won one, she was not happy at all.

In addition to quarreling with Cao Yingxiu and making the other party worry, she really couldn't think of any other good way to do this.

That was Cuicui's only relative. She was so young. Even if her mother always scolded and beat her, she was the person she relied on the most. What can she do?

Zhao Cuicui was nestled in Sang Li's arms, very well-behaved, and her sniffed and her voice was soft, "Sister Lili, I'm fine."

Sang Li handed her cold food, then rolled up her clothes and checked her clothes. She didn't see any bruises or any other, so she felt relieved and touched the child's soft hair, "Cuicui can tell her sister why she cried?"

The child's eyes were still a little wet, and his black pupils were black and big, and he looked as pitiful as an abandoned puppy.

He held the ice cream in both hands and took a bite before answering slowly, "Mom said I am the stupidest and stupidest child. No one would want me, and she wouldn't want it either."

"I'm very scared, I'm afraid that my mother really doesn't want me anymore," she said, and water came out of her eyes again, "Sister Lili, I'm so useless, will I become a burden to my mother?"

Her eyes were sad and serious and confused, which made Sang Li feel tight and she hurriedly carried the person into her arms to comfort her, "Cuicui, no matter what your mother said to you in the future, don't believe it, do you know? You are not a burden, you are beautiful, cute, well-behaved and sensible, you are very good, and there is nothing wrong with it."

She realized that Cuicui's idea of ​​thinking she was a burden was too pessimistic and she should be stopped in time.

"She is my mother," Zhao Cuicui's eyes were confused and depressed, "Mother will not tell lies to lie to me, it's my own uselessness."

Sang Li is young and has not had enough experience. She is not good at this kind of psychological counseling. She can only accompany her and tell her over and over again that you are very good. When Cuicui is in a better condition, she realizes that it is already late.

The rain was still very heavy, Sang Li was worried about Xiaomian. After sending her back to Cuicui, she hurried to the private school with an umbrella.

After years of trampling on the bluestone road, there are many uneven places. It is not obvious in normal times. If there is water accumulation on rainy days, water will splash everywhere when you step on it.

Soon my shoes and socks became wet thoroughly, and the heat had faded away under the heavy rain, and there was a hint of coolness.

Sang Li felt a little cold before she changed her clothes.

On the way, she saw a child carrying a cloth bag and running all the way. She knew that the private school had already finished school, and she was anxious and didn't care whether the rain would pour on her body and started jogging.

Sang Li only hoped that Xiaomian could wait for her in the private school and not come out to get wet in the rain, she would arrive soon.

Many adults came to pick up the children with umbrellas, and Chen Sanshi's family also came. It was his mother, her face was full of impatientness, and she pulled him to her side like a chicken, "Take your umbrella yourself in the future, so that I can't run back and forth and delay trouble."

Chen Sanshi didn't move, glanced at Qu Qingmian, who was still standing under the eaves, and subconsciously argued, "What's the delay on this heavy rainy day? Besides, I don't know it will rain today."

The woman slapped him on the back, "I have always known stubbornness, and I haven't learned anything. I'm still here to see if I don't leave!"

A bright smile appeared on Chen Sanshi's dark face, showing off, "That's Brother Qu, who is my classmate."

Qu Qingmian looked at the rainwater flowing down the eaves and practicing into a line, but did not respond.

The woman looked back and looked at her smile, and her impatient appearance was in sharp contrast to her impatient relationship with Chen Sanshi. "It turns out that this is the number one you often mention. She looks good and smart. If you are one-tenth of someone's family, I can wake up in my dreams."

"Mom, don't think about it. As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix - hey - hey - hey - it hurts!" Chen Sanshi said while trying to say apart to Qu Qingmian. Before he could lift his smile, his ears were grabbed.

The mother and son walked away one by one, and Qu Qingmian glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

"Qingmian, I have so many umbrellas here, so I'll use them for you."

Someone came to Jiang Liuxin's house, and she held one and took one. She planned to squeeze in with Aunt Zhuang's umbrella.

Qu Qingmian didn't look at her, her voice was faint, "No need."

"It doesn't matter whether it works or not, you will take it, if she doesn't come-"

Jiang Liuxin was interrupted coldly before she finished speaking.

"She will come."

When Aunt Zhuang was here, Jiang Liuxin was not easy to show that she cared too much, so she had to hold an umbrella and walked back.

But after only two steps, He Zhao jumped out of no corner. Without an umbrella, he just swayed beside her in the rain.

Jiang Liuxin glanced at him, got under Aunt Zhuang's umbrella, and gave him his umbrella.

The boy took the umbrella and seemed to have caught some treasure. He didn't fight well. He moved his long legs and ran away happily.

There were fewer people in the school, and the sky was dark and it was about to get dark.

Tatta Tatta Tatta

The rapid and messy footsteps sounded with the sound of stepping on the water.

Qu Qingmian stood under the eaves of the corridor and looked at the figure running over.

The oil-paper umbrella with apricot white lotus painted rose slightly, and the person under the umbrella looked up. When he saw him, his round and clear eyes bent, "Xiaomian, it's so good, you are still waiting here."

A cold wind passed through the rain, and Sang Liqing couldn't help but sneeze.

Qu Qingmian's eyes fell on most of her shoulders, as well as the soaked skirt and shoes, and she frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!