rainy tonight

After tidying up the kitchen, Yan Jun came out of the kitchen.

Seeing that his hands were soaked in water, Chang Jiayu leaned over and took out a few pieces of paper, turned around and put his head on the back of the sofa, raised his hand and handed the paper to him.

Thinking about what Chang Zhenfeng said to Yan Jun, Chang Jiayu made a sound, and because his chin rested on the back of the sofa, his head shrugged accordingly.

"Uncle Yan, I have enough food and drink now, and I have nothing to do at night. I guess I just stay at home and play with the computer or mobile phone. You don't have to guard me at home."

After Yan Jun wiped his hands, he threw the paper into the trash can, sat down on the sofa on the other side, looked at Chang Jiayu and said, "Then I'll leave later."

When it was almost nine o'clock, Yan Jun left Chang Jiayu a business card before leaving.

"Call me if you need something."

"it is good."

After sending people out, Chang Jiayu jumped all the way upstairs, lay down in his bedroom and had two rounds of double rows with Bai Song, one game was lost and the other game was won, and when he got tired of playing, he told Bai Song and left Line up.

He glanced at the time, it was already 10:30.

I went to the bathroom on the second floor to wash my face and brush my teeth, rinsed everything except my injured right foot, and lay comfortably on the bed, ready to sleep.

Rumbling--

As soon as I closed my eyes, there was a muffled thunder outside the window, and my eyes lit up for a few moments, as if lightning had passed by.

In less than half a minute, there was a dull and heavy sound of rain outside the window, and the rain seemed to be increasing.

Chang Jiayu opened his eyes and turned around, just as a gust of wind blew, blowing wet moisture into the room, Chang Jiayu immediately felt his arms were chilly, and drove away the little drowsiness he had.

When he sleeps, he often doesn't close the windows completely. The windowsill is protected by iron railings, and it's on the second floor, so he doesn't have to worry about someone breaking into the house or something like that.The small villa that Chang Zhenfeng bought is also located in the old city center of City B, because the city's economic center of gravity has been shifted to the east a few years ago, the neighborhood is very secluded, and Chang Jiayu seldom draws the curtains at night .

With the sound of rain, Chang Jiayu turned over and sat up on the bed, watching the lightning that continuously pierced the night sky, smelling the heavy moisture, feeling completely sleepless, he simply stood up and jumped to the window.

This rain can be called a torrential rain. A street lamp was on downstairs, and the hazy yellow light illuminated the road outside the villa. Drops of rain gathered into small rivers and flowed into the sewer.

The light from the street lamp also fell on the sycamore tree downstairs, and the pouring rain watered the emerald green leaves heartily, and the crystal raindrops swirled on the leaves, gliding along the slender veins. Flow down little by little.The load is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, most of the rainwater flows down, and the green leaves bounce up under the support of the stems, bearing another wave of night rain.

Chang Jiayu was wearing slippers and sitting in front of the glass window. From time to time, cold raindrops floated into the room through the gaps in the screen window and landed on his naked skin. The icy temperature made people feel inexplicably comfortable.

A few drops of leaves were completely soaked and stuck to the glass window. When they were illuminated by the flickering white light in the sky, they looked green and fresh. Several water marks on the window glass meandered down and meandered across the window. , like cutting the time in this night into fine pieces.

Chang Jiayu stopped by the window for a while, feeling quite relaxed being blown by the cold wind mixed with small raindrops.

"This rain is really heavy." He looked at a leaf falling on the ground and murmured.

After standing for a while, just as Chang Jiayu was about to turn on the lights, the sound of a car driving could be heard indistinctly amidst the sound of rain.

He looked casually, and immediately recognized the black car slowly parked downstairs.

Having sat in that car several times, Chang Jiayu has memorized the license plate number, and with the help of street lights, he will not admit it wrong.

Yan Jun's car stopped downstairs for a while, Chang Jiayu was puzzled, jumped to the side of the bed and turned on the light in the room.

He took out the business card that Yan Jun gave him, and entered the number on it into his phone.

When my finger was hovering over the dial button and was about to press it, a call came in.

Chang Jiayu stared at the strange number three times before realizing that it was Yan Jun's phone number.

He immediately pressed the connect button.

There came the sound of a man's breathing, and the sound of rain rustling through the speaker.

Chang Jiayu said "Hello", and the person over there whispered, "Did you sleep?"

Chang Jiayu grunted and asked, "Uncle Yan? Why are you calling me at this time?"

"I'm a little worried about you. It's raining at night, so remember to close the windows."

"Oh," Chang Jiayu couldn't hold back, and turned to look out the window, "Are you at home?"

"……Um."

Obviously not there, Chang Jiayu secretly slandered, but did not expose Yan Jun.

"I'll go to bed when the rain subsides, and uncle should go to bed earlier."

"it is good."

After saying good night, Chang Jiayu hung up the phone, thought about it with the phone, leaned over and turned off the light in the bedroom.

He returned to the window, the black car was still there, and there was no sign of leaving.

Chang Jiayu could even see the windshield wipers swaying continuously on the front glass of the car, and he could also see the black shadow inside the car, as well as a faint scarlet.

Chang Jiayu thought, he must be smoking in the car.

Yan Jun was worried that he would drive here specially, so he chose to hide it on the phone.

Chang Jiayu stood up, wiped off the splashed rain on his cheeks with his hands, lowered his head and turned over the phone in his palm, thinking whether to call and let him into the room.

But not long after, the rain has gradually subsided, falling on the leaves into a pattering sound, and the thunder and lightning have also escaped into the sky, only the vigorous and dense humidity in the air is still lingering around.

Chang Jiayu didn't have time to make a call. After the rain subsided, the black car drove away quickly.

The next morning, Chang Jiayu woke up from a nap, lazily got up, jumped to the window and looked out, the rain had stopped.

Water is still dripping on the leaves, and there are crisp and ethereal sounds from time to time, and the air is fresh and pleasant.

The sycamores downstairs are still standing tall and straight, and the street lamps are quietly standing by. If it weren't for the dripping leaves and the wet road, Chang Jiayu would have thought that the torrential rain last night was just a dream.

After returning from a business trip, Chang Zhenfeng saw Chang Jiayu's injuries. In order to comfort his son, he took him to eat crayfish. Originally, he wanted to ask Yan Jun to thank him, but the latter had something important to do. No appointment.

Because of this accident, Chang Jiayu stayed at home for the remaining days of the National Day. He had no conditions to go out to play, and it was impossible to play games all the time. For the first time, Chang Jiayu finished his homework the day before the holiday.

Classes resumed after the National Day, Bai Song sat in the classroom and saw Chang Jiayu coming in with a cane, and immediately stood up to express condolences.

"Brother, you are suffering," he said with a sympathetic look, "I will help you with things like collecting water in the future."

Chang Jiayu went to the seat and sat down, leaned his crutches aside, let out a long breath, and looked up at him: "Thanks."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Ok?"

Bai Song chuckled: "For example, help you with a bird or something."

Chang Jiayu picked up his crutches and poked him: "Go away, you're so wretched."

His foot was injured, so he could only watch from the sidelines in physical education class. Those who played basketball played basketball, and those who played football played football. Chang Jiayu felt that his bones were too idle.

However, apart from some inconvenient daily life, there is no big problem.

Everything is back on track.

Already in the third year of high school, the arts and sciences are thoroughly divided, but the school insists on adhering to the concept of all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, and adds an ideological and moral course to the third year of high school.

"Ideology and morality are just ideology and morality. It's a bit boring to let us do this kind of boring social practice." Bai Song said with a dull expression while holding the topic of the group.

Chang Jiayu looked at the requirements of the project, curled his lips, pressed down the cap of the pen forcefully, and said casually, "I'm afraid the math teacher and Mr. Sipin conspired together."

There were more than 50 people in the class, and ten groups were freely formed. Chang Jiayu, Bai Song, and three other male students were in a group. The task they got was to find a company's information and analyze mathematical problems based on the information provided in the information. , the harder the simulated math problems, the better.

"What's the point of this? The college entrance examination is not taken. We are given so much homework every day, and we are made to do all this useless work. It's annoying to death." Wu Yingjun, a boy in the same group as them, said.

"Tossing around," Chang Jiayu put down the piece of paper, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his hands and fingers behind his head, and pushed the back of his head, "Does anyone in your family run a company?"

All shook their heads.

Bai Song's parents are power plant workers, and the other two's families are not in business, so they can't be sure what company's information to analyze for a while.

After returning home, Chang Jiayu mentioned this strange thing to Chang Zhenfeng.

Yan Jing cut a plate of fruit, walked out of the kitchen and put it on the table. Hearing what Chang Jiayu said, she turned her head and said, "Does the company you are looking for have any requirements?"

"No, but it's not easy to find. My classmates and I think it's better to search on the Internet."

Yan Jing sat down next to Chang Zhenfeng, thought for a while and said, "Xiaojun runs a company there, how about I contact him?"

Chang Zhenfeng said: "The company's information is all confidential, and Jiayu is just a project assignment, so there is no need to be so serious."

"Why don't you need to be serious?" Yan Jing disagreed, "You can't do homework carelessly, and what you can show the children are all irrelevant materials. It's not a big deal. I'll ask."

Chang Jiayu opened his mouth, seeing that Yan Jing had already picked up the phone, lowered his head and stuffed a piece of dragon fruit into his mouth, blocking what he wanted to say.

There is no objection from Yan Jun's side, so let Chang Jiayu go to him to get the materials on the weekend and the matter will be settled like this.

On Saturday morning, Chang Jiayu got up early and took the subway to Yan Jun's home.

After ringing the doorbell, a middle-aged woman's answer came from inside.

After the door opened, Chang Jiayu looked at the person standing in front of him, and called out politely: "Hello, Auntie, is Uncle Yan at home?"

"Yes, it's Jia Yu," the middle-aged woman said kindly, "Mr. told me last night that you would come over. He is taking a bath. You should come in first and sit down."

She saw Chang Jiayu holding a cane and reaching out to help, Chang Jiayu quickly waved his hand to refuse, and walked in the door with the help of a cane.

Sitting in the living room, the juice was handed to him, Chang Jiayu thanked him, bowed his head and drank half a glass of juice.After putting down the cup, he turned his head and looked around.

Yan Jun's house is also a villa, which is larger than their house and has a different decoration style.

Chang Zhenfeng's aesthetics is often complained by Chang Jiayu, but he still asked Chang Jiayu's opinion when decorating, so he didn't make it too exaggerated.The furnishings in Yan Jun's house are not very conspicuous, and they don't look ostentatious, but the unique sense of design still shows clues.

There is a large shelf in the living room, and the things placed on it are exquisite, including jade and silver. Chang Jiayu went to look at them with great interest. Yan Jun is someone who will place fake gold and silver in order to save face.

There are also some unique items on the shelf, wood carvings of sheep heads, blue and black bronze sculptures, and other things.

"looking at what?"

Chang Jiayu was so engrossed that he didn't notice the footsteps behind him, and the voice above his head startled him.

He straightened up and turned his head, Yan Jun was standing behind him.

He had just taken a shower, and there were still obvious drops of water on his hair.

The white shirt on the upper body is very plain, outlining the tough muscles in his chest and abdomen, making the clothes look a bit restrictive.

Chang Jiayu was stunned for a moment, and after greeting Yan Jun, he said, "These things are quite interesting, so I came over to have a look."

Yan Jun looked down at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, took the string of Buddhist beads that Chang Jiayu had just looked at for a long time in his hand, and handed it to him: "Like this? Give it to you."

Each bead on the string of Buddhist beads is mellow in color, round and lustrous, but Chang Jiayu dared not take it.

"This thing must be very expensive, I can't have it." He said honestly.

The young man looked frankly, Yan Jun looked at him quietly, hummed, and put the thing back.

"Let's go, I'm not looking for information."

The study room is the innermost room on the first floor. Chang Jiayu followed Yan Jun into the room. The curtains in the room were open, bright and majestic. There was a stack of paper books on the black wooden table, and there were people resting in the back. bed.

Yan Jun asked Chang Jiayu to sit on a chair and pushed the documents in front of him. Someone knocked on the door outside, and Yan Jun called in. It was the middle-aged woman who opened the door before.

She put a cup of hot tea on the table, Yan Jun: "Sister-in-law Li, bring a cup of hot milk over here."

"Ok."