MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 26

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a thin coat could no longer protect the two of them from the wind and rain, and more than half of their bodies were wet.

The two ran to the door of a store nearby to wait for the rain. Yu Tingfeng wrung the jacket out of the water and held it in his hand.

The next moment, Song Zhaolan took the clothes to wipe the books.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

The book got wet a lot, and after wiping off the water droplets on the surface, Song Zhaolan returned the clothes to him and looked out at the heavy rain.

There were quite a few people staying under the eaves. Because they arrived late, the two could only stand on the periphery, and the rain splashed in and splashed on their shoes.

Yu Ting looked down and saw that Song Zhaolan was blocking the book behind him, and his trousers were sticking to his legs with wetness, so he had to tie his coat around his waist.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng didn't respond, and withdrew his hand without saying a word, as if nothing happened.

But there was a strange cry from behind: "Wow~"

Yu Tingfeng looked back suspiciously, only saw a few sneaky girls laughing and taking videos, he turned around for no reason, and found Song Zhaolan silently chanting something, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Play a game." Song Zhaolan looked ahead, with serious eyes, carefully staring at the heavy rain in front of him.

"Game?" Yu Tingfeng looked around, "Are you playing a game?"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "Yes. When it rained before, someone taught me to pass the time like this."

"What game, tell me?" Yu Tingfeng asked curiously.

"Count the raindrops."

"..." Yu Tingfeng was speechless, "How boring is your life, and you still have to count raindrops? Are there any other games?"

"counting stars."

"......anything else?"

"Count sheep **** and peas."

"??" Yu Tingfeng supported his forehead, "Enough, you people in the mountains have so much fun."

Song Zhaolan pursed her lower lip and continued to stare at the scene in front of her.

Yu Tingfeng was bored, observed him for a while, and gradually realized something was wrong: "Are you really counting raindrops? You are clearly looking at passers-by, but you are actually looking for a lover, right!?"

Song Zhaolan scratched her head shyly.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Wow~ lover~" There was another barbell-like laughter not far away.

Yu Tingfeng glared at the group of girls inexplicably, then leaned into Song Zhaolan's ear and whispered, "You're done, others are laughing at you for looking for a lover."

"Ah? Why?" Song Zhaolan tilted his head in confusion, and the two looked at each other closely.

"Wow! It's so good!" The girls screamed directly.

"..." Although Yu Tingfeng didn't know what they were talking about, but his intuition told him that they must be laughing at them, he gritted his teeth, "Can I hit someone?"

"No, be careful of the police." Song Zhaolan reminded him, then continued to look at the road, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you get laughed at for finding a lover? Doesn't everyone have a lover? It can also help us eat."

Yu Tingfeng was very puzzled: "Who told you that you can eat enough? You still want to eat your lover?"

"Isn't there a saying that you can drink enough water?" Song Zhaolan said, "As long as you can eat enough, several lovers are fine."

Yu Tingfeng: "...I'm low-educated, but I don't think that's what it means. It says that after having a lover, I feel very happy in spirit, even if I drink water, I can eat enough!"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "So you can still eat enough, and you can also eat spiritually. I'm not picky about food."

Yu Tingfeng: "How afraid are you of being hungry?!"

Song Zhaolan: "I almost starved to death once."

Yu Tingfeng paused, and said pitifully, "When?"

"At that time, only one deer was hunted, but I didn't like deer, so I let it go." Song Zhaolan said.

"...Didn't you say you are not picky eaters? You almost starved to death?"

Song Zhaolan blinked guiltyly: "I thought there was some rabbit meat, but I never saw it again that day."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Hey, that person looks familiar." Song Zhaolan suddenly pointed at the passing people.

"Who is it?" Yu Tingfeng followed his gaze and saw a man with black hair, "It does look familiar, why is he still coming towards us?"

Zhang Wei approached in surprise: "Boss, what are you doing here?"

Song Zhaolan turned his head and asked, "Is it from your class? Hei Mao?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Well, it's from our class, Huang Wei."

"My name is Zhang Wei! Opening Zhang! Great Wei!"

Zhang Wei, a name with the most duplicate names in the country, and now, his name has become even more difficult to remember than English!

Zhang Wei was devastated. Just as he was about to howl, he suddenly noticed that someone was shooting not far away, and the subjects must be Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan, and now he is added.

Help, is this what it's like to stay with handsome guys?

Zhang Wei immediately revived on the spot, put away his umbrella, and walked to them.

Because there was one more person, Yu Tingfeng had to move a little beside Song Zhaolan, and the two of them had their arms next to each other.

Girls: "Wow~"

Zhang Wei flicked his bangs very coolly: "Brothers, why did you come here? If you don't go home on a rainy day, are you going on a date here?"

Girls: "Wow oh oh oh~ it's true!"

Yu Tingfeng: "A date?"

Zhang Wei looked around and saw the starry eyes of the group of girls, and handsomely plucked his bangs, adjusted his hairstyle, and lowered his voice: "Forget it, I know you guys have a good face, and I don't want to make it public for now. How about it, as Your best buddy, let me warn you."

"Do you want to be shameless?" Yu Tingfeng has never seen such a brazen person, "When did you become my best buddy?"

"Right now." As long as a woman looks at Yu Tingfeng a few more times, then Yu Tingfeng is his best buddy, the one who can't be beaten apart!

Zhang Wei tilted his head to look at Song Zhaolan, and thought, "Yu Tingfeng has really good eyesight."

Zhang Wei asked softly, "Do you know what to do on a date?"

"You talk as soon as you talk, your eyes are twitching, believe it or not, I will kick you out?" Yu Tingfeng looked at him with disgust.

"Cough." Zhang Wei stopped the electric discharge behavior, he is really a dog man who doesn't appreciate it, no wonder Song Zhaolan always looks sexual/indifferent.

He dragged Yu Tingfeng to a corner and whispered: "Tell me about you, and you don't know how to be romantic. Let me ask you, have you ever sent him flowers?"

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why send flowers?"

"Stupid you, is your relationship unusual? Different from others?" Zhang Wei said persuasively.

Yu Tingfeng thought about the relationship between the two of them. It was obviously a relationship where good and evil were incompatible, but now they broke the world and became friends. It was indeed extraordinary and different from others.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"So, for special people, there must be a special way."

"In what way?"

"Send a flower first." Zhang Wei suggested.

Yu Tingfeng thought: "Is this your custom?"

"That's right. It's useless, but it's useful." Zhang Wei patted him on the shoulder heavily with the tone of someone who came here, "Hey, I wish you good luck, and I hope he won't throw your flowers out too."

"Also? Did you give it to someone else?"

"Well, it's only given away thirty-two times." Zhang Wei wiped his eyes while talking, "Don't talk about it, it's all over, buddy, I can hold on."

Yu Tingfeng believed that he really wanted to send flowers to his friends, but where did they come from?

"It's raining, let's go." Song Zhaolan shouted from the other end.

"it is good."

Zhang Wei watched the back of the two of them leave, and was patted on the shoulder. Several girls stood behind him with a smile, and one of them asked, "Handsome guy, are you friends with those two handsome guys just now?"

"I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?" Zhang Wei smiled politely.

"Are you friends with those two handsome guys just now?"

"last sentence."

"handsome guy."

Zhang Wei nodded refreshedly: "Yes, I'm not bragging. I'm the best friend of the two of them. They like to play with me whenever they have nothing to do. I can't even talk to them. Do you want to have a meal with the beauties?"

"No, thank you." Several girls quickly walked away holding hands.

"Hey beauty, do you like flowers? How about I send you flowers?" Zhang Wei still shouted from behind.

The girls run faster and faster.

 …

After a journey of hardships and adventures, the two finally arrived at Yu's house.

Yu's family lived in a new community, Song Zhaolan stood in the elevator and looked around curiously.

When the elevator went up, he felt dizzy for a moment, and he grabbed Yu Tingfeng's hand suddenly, but he recovered in the next second.

"When will it be?" he asked.

As soon as the voice finished speaking, the elevator opened. Song Zhaolan looked at the sign on the 28th floor outside, and thought that this speed was really fast, even faster than his Pingsha Tayan.

He walked to the elevator door, but found that there was no movement from the people around him, so he turned around and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"What do you think?" Yu Tingfeng glanced at the hands they were holding.

Song Zhaolan let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, and muttered a few words.

What's the matter with holding hands, not to mention human hands, he has even touched pig's feet and dog's paws a lot, so no one would dislike him, only afraid of being slaughtered.

"Did you speak ill of me?!" Yu Tingfeng asked from behind.

"No." Song Zhaolan quickened his pace with a guilty conscience.

There was no one else at home, so after Yu Tingfeng put down his things, he found him a piece of clean clothes: "Go take a shower first, you're all wet."

"Okay." Song Zhaolan was not polite, took the clothes and went to take a shower.

Yu Tingfeng took out the books, put them on the table and spread them out to dry. There were a few books in the middle that were not wet at all, and he carried them into the room.

After closing the door, Yu Huan came back.

Angrily, she threw her bag on the cabinet in the entrance, kicked off her high heels, feeling very bad.

The reason was a quarrel with Ma Jingyang.

After all, Yu Tingfeng took the initiative to urge her to go on a date, dressed up and went out for a date, but because she accidentally saw a few handsome guys, she couldn't help but take a few more glances, and Ma Jingyang became jealous.

She coaxed a few words, and her temper also came up. She hummed and said: "You brothers are good, watching more will prolong your life."

Unexpectedly, Ma Jingyang abandoned her.

She went straight home.

"I'm so **** off, I'm so **** off." Yu Huan walked into the bathroom mutteringly, and what came into his eyes was a young body, who was putting on clothes, with raised shoulder blades, broad shoulders and narrow waist.

"My boy, is this a gift from God?" Yu Huan suspected that he hadn't woken up, and walked up to the boy, "Hey, who are you? Why did you come to my house?"

After a while, a head finally got out of the clothes, revealing a beautiful and handsome face.

Yu Huan took a deep breath: "Handsome guy, who are you? Wait, I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

"The police station." Song Zhaolan said.

"Oh, I remembered! You are the little classmate who stole pancakes with Yu Tingfeng, right?" Yu Huan said.

"He stole it, I ate it." Song Zhaolan clarified.

"Hey, it's all the same." Yu Huan smiled, "Are you coming to play at home? Are you good friends? Where is Yu Tingfeng? Why are you at home alone?"

"I'm here." Yu Tingfeng opened the door, took his clothes and was about to take a shower, when he heard her bluffing.

Song Zhaolan said: "I've finished washing, I'm going back first."

"Aren't you going to play more? It's rare that this **** brought his friends back to play, so let's stay a little longer." Yu Huan asked.

"No, there's not enough time, too much time has been wasted on this journey." Song Zhaolan still wanted to catch dinner at home.

Yu Huan: "Too much time wasted? Where have you been?"

Song Zhaolan: "We went to the police station again."

Yu Huan looked puzzled: "...Is there any scenic spot there? Are you going there one after another?"

Song Zhaolan: "Hey."

Yu Huan: "..."

"I'm going back." Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng.

Yu Tingfeng hesitated to speak, then looked at Yu Huan: "You don't want to say anything to him anymore?"

"What? Let him stay and play?"

Yu Tingfeng was about to nod, but Yu Huan said to himself: "It's useless to say it, ah, I see, you are so handsome, young man! Thank you so much for willing to be my son's friend!"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"You're welcome." Song Zhaolan said goodbye to them, walked to the door, saw Yu Tingfeng following up, and said, "No need to deliver, I know how to go back, I will wash the clothes and return them to you."

"It's up to you." Yu Tingfeng opened the door, sent him outside, and saw a large bouquet of flowers at the door.

I don't know where it came from, it is likely that someone threw it casually?

It came too timely, he hugged the flower and handed it to Song Zhaolan's arms: "Here you are."

"What are you doing?" Song Zhaolan looked at the flowers in his arms in surprise.

Yu Tingfeng cleared his throat, and turned his head away: "Don't worry about it, I'm going to send you off anyway."

"Okay, then I'll take it, thank you."

Song Zhaolan went downstairs with flowers in his arms. Just as he walked out of the gate of this building, he saw Ma Jingyang squatting on the ground and shouted, "Teacher Ma."

Ma Jingyang turned his head abruptly. When he saw it was him, he was taken aback for a moment, then he thumped his numb legs and stood up: "Student Song, why are you here... What are you holding in your hand?"

Isn't this the flower he just placed outside Yu Huan's house!

"Flowers." Song Zhaolan said concisely.

Ma Jingyang looked at the flowers, then at Song Zhaolan's face, and asked tremblingly, "How old are you?"

"sixteen."

"Sixteen...Sixteen's younger brother is so good, what a young number, unlike me, who is already forty, and has a daughter..." Ma Jingyang began to think about it.

Song Zhaolan saw that the smile on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, so he comforted: "It's okay."

Ma Jingyang looked at him.

"You are already great. In the place where I stayed before, there were very few people with good health at the age of forty." Song Zhaolan patted him on the shoulder, "So don't have age anxiety, although you are a little old , but your daughter is still young."

Ma Jingyang's throat choked: "I thank you, Student Song."

The author has something to say:

Ma Jingyang: Student Song, you really add fuel to the flames. If you don't make progress, you are in a dilemma. Brothers and brothers are difficult, and younger brothers are the most fragrant! TAT