Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

The bus is full of people, and it is the beginning of the school season. Colorful suitcases are lying across the aisle, and the seats are already full.

Next to the pull rod at the back door, He Dongyang, who was wearing a small floral skirt and two braids, was about to be squeezed against the rod. The air conditioner was turned on in the bus, but she was sweating profusely, and her fine hair stuck to her face.

"Wait, someone stepped on my foot, don't push it, I will be squeezed to death."

She was buried in the crowd, she was not tall, and she was invisible from the outside wearing a pair of flat shoes. In such a fierce battle, all He Dongyang could do was protect the paper in his hand.

Finally, she arrived.

As if being pardoned, He Dongyang hurriedly got out of the car through the back door as if fleeing.

Unfortunately, it was raining, and she was splashed with muddy water by passing vehicles as soon as she got out of the car.He Dongyang rolled his eyes helplessly, seeing that the rain was still heavy, she was sitting in the bus booth, watching the people running back and forth like a dead fish.

The pretty face was a bit haggard, she had put on light makeup today, and after being washed away by the rain, he didn't know where the beauty went. He Dongyang raised his tired eyelids and looked angrily at the manuscript in his hand.

"Reject the manuscript!"

She shouted in public, and the sudden convulsion scared the people who were waiting for the bus to stop the rain.

Really panicking in her heart, she picked up the manuscript and slapped it in her hand, her mouth was like a cannonball: "You actually returned my manuscript, returned it to me without even reading it, and printed it out for free or what? I'm so pissed off that I wouldn't know my child was being treated this way if I hadn't positioned the clips on purpose."

She is a novelist, and her path can be described as refreshing. The publishing house commented that contemporary people don't like her, it is too plain, without any ups and downs.

He Dongyang was lucky if he didn't faint immediately when he heard these words. They didn't see anything hidden between the words, and they probably didn't even know what the story was about.

Since graduating from university, she has pursued her dream, given up the job opportunity at hand, and embarked on a journey of pursuit alone.

Many times she thought that she would be submerged in the sea of ​​people, but every time she woke up late at night, she felt that she was full of energy, and she shook her head to record the inspiration one by one.

I won't stop writing two or three points, and today's dark circles are the proof.

"Forget it, your family doesn't want me to kill you yet! There is no unparalleled road, and the sky will send a great mission to everyone. There must be a way to the front of the mountain, and there will be times when riding the wind and waves..."

Ignoring the strange gazes on her, He Dongyang stood up with a "swish" and directly put the manuscript of his sweetheart on his head.

Sheltering from wind and rain is the only use of this "child".

He Dongyang ran all the way, the rain showed no downward trend, nor did it mean to rise.

Her dress was soaked through, but fortunately, the color she was wearing underneath was close to her skin tone, so she wouldn't be embarrassed when she got wet.

She often walks this street, and there is a coffee shop in front of it, the price is affordable, and the owner is also nice. After she came here a few times and got acquainted with the boss, she often came here to use the air conditioner to write manuscripts.

The manuscript on the head was unsatisfactory, limp and almost turned into a ball, He Dongyang changed direction with one foot and went to the coffee shop.

She was submerged in the rain, and her breath was not smooth, and there were drops of water on her long eyelashes, she was so dazzled that she couldn't see clearly, but under such sight, she vaguely saw a beautiful figure sitting in the far corner, leaning against the window, watching The direction is her side.

"Jingle Bell--"

He Dongyang let out a sigh of relief as he pushed the door open, and finally found a place to shelter from the rain.

however……

The store was overcrowded, and it was difficult to find a place to set foot. It seemed that there were quite a few people taking the opportunity to hide from the rain.

"As usual, let's have a drink, I'll find a seat first."

He Dongyang touched the water on his face, raised his hand and said to the part-time girl at the bar.

Others can shake the water from the umbrella anyway, but He Dongyang is so good, he is light.

After looking around, there was only one seat in the corner where people could sit. In order to avoid people crowding in again, He Dongyang didn't hesitate and walked over.

It was not covered by the rain that she could see the person in this position clearly. A green shirt was particularly eye-catching. Her eyes were a bit cold, but somehow she thought they looked good. It seemed that there was no makeup on, and the color on her lips was relatively light.

The long hair is not wet at all, and it seems that it has not been damaged by the rainy weather.

Sensing He Dongyang approaching, she raised her eyes, her fair face was too expressionless, and she calmly closed the notebook on the table with her hands.

It seems to be drawing something.

"There are no other places, don't you mind fighting for it?" He Dongyang raised his eyebrows, and put the corpse of the "hero" on the table.

"No mind, please feel free."

Her voice was surprisingly gentle.

The coffee was served, but He Dongyang's skirt was still dripping water, she swallowed it down, her body seemed to warm up, the person on the other side didn't talk much, He Dongyang bit the tip of his tongue, rubbed his hands together: "It's raining really hard, didn't you bring an umbrella?" ?”

Then as soon as He Dongyang finished speaking, he saw the umbrella in her hand, which was really embarrassing.

With nothing to do at hand, it's easy to show his face. He Dongyang sorted out the manuscripts on the table and spread them out.

The printed words are almost crowded together.

"Is this a novel draft?"

He Dongyang trembled a little when he heard her speak: "Ah, yes."

"Sitting at a table is destined. My name is Xia Shuang, the summer of summer, the frost of frost and snow."

Xia Shuang's complexion was ruddy.

Thinking that others are not close to others, he didn't expect to report his name after only two sentences. He Dongyang was stunned by the development beyond his comprehension.

He Dongyang opened his mouth halfway, Mumu looked at Xia Shuang, and coughed lightly: "He Dongyang, congratulations, Dongfang's Dongfang, Sunshine's Yang."

The two named each other, and they both sighed in their hearts-it's nice.

Frustrated today, He Dongyang is like a dazed wild horse, in urgent need of a bole.

It is estimated that the rain will not stop for a while, so He Dongyang pushed away the coffee cup and said sincerely: "Do you have time? Can you read the manuscript for me? In fact, I think my writing is not bad."

Xia Shuang read her expression, and felt that she said "it's okay" from her mouth, which seemed to violate her heart.

"Is it long?"

He Dongyang smiled: "Not long, it won't take much time."

As he spoke, he tore up the manuscripts at hand one by one, found the order with difficulty, and handed the first page to Xia Shuang.

The words on the page are beautifully spaced, and it will not give people the feeling of being densely packed and exhausting to read.

When Xia Shuang read the first paragraph, the expression in her eyes gradually changed. Unlike the person in front of her, her writing was like a clear stream, narrating quietly and slowly sketching.

However, when I was halfway through the reading, a problem appeared. A large paragraph of words was blurred, and a few lines could not be distinguished, let alone what was written.

He Dongyang's eyes were burning, waiting for his evaluation.

A person who has just met, presumably will not have too many compliments and criticisms.

"The words are beautiful, the layout is clear, and the writing is good, that is..."

He Dongyang couldn't wait: "What is it?"

Xia Shuang met her eyes: "I can't see clearly below, the rain is too heavy, it's all blurred."

It turned out that there was no problem with the article, and He Dongyang became unhappy, but fortunately he was affirmed, and he felt much more comfortable than when he just got off the bus.

No matter how heavy the rain was, it would stop, so He Dongyang left first to go home and change his clothes.

After taking a bath, he made himself a cup of ginger soup. He Dongyang fell on the bed and said to himself: "I don't know if we can meet again another day, why didn't I ask her for her phone number, but it would scare her so directly." Well, it's not worth it to leave a psychological shadow or something."

In the slightly cramped rental house, especially when the lights are not turned on on rainy days, everything around is dark.

It doesn't affect the mood.

When He Dongyang was eating, he was still thinking that if she was nourished by beautiful love, she would have more energy on the way to pursue her dreams. It's a pity that she doesn't like what she likes, and she doesn't know where she likes it.

"Be an orphan, He Dongyang."

She thought so before going to bed.

The next day she had a headache, and when she lost the manuscript, she found that a few sheets were missing. Although it was a blurred manuscript, He Dongyang's mood was more complicated, as if she had lost her child, even though there was a backup It's the same feeling.

"Ah!"

He Dongyang opened the window and saw the beautiful sunny day outside.

"Good guy, I seem to have caught a cold." He Dongyang staggered to find the medicine. He searched with his eyes closed the whole time, rummaging around, looking here and there, "The medicine, I remember it's in this cabinet... Oh, last time it expired and I threw it away."

Half an hour later, He Dongyang, who was pale and feverish, went downstairs to buy medicine.

Her hand holding the medicine trembled slightly: "You don't need that much, just two packs of granules will do. Drink plenty of hot water when you get home, and I'm sure there will be no problems."

Seeing that she couldn't open her eyes, the doctor touched her forehead and said in surprise: "You seem to have a high fever. How can you do without antipyretics, and you even ran out to buy medicines yourself."

He Dongyang raised his hand to test the temperature of his forehead: "It doesn't seem very hot, it's ice cold."

When the doctor was speechless, he felt sorry for her alone, and sighed: "It was my hand you touched."

He Dongyang: "..."

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

When He Dongyang had a cold, he didn't want to do anything. He drank a big pot of hot water every day and watched TV under the blanket.

When he was alive again, He Dongyang saw Xia Shuang again when he passed the cafe.

He Dongyang looked much better, walked towards Xia Shuang who was wearing blue and white striped short-sleeved sleeves, and said happily: "I saw you again, is it fate?"

After speaking, I just want to give myself a big mouth, too direct, it will scare people!

Unexpectedly, Xia Shuang's complexion did not change: "I am here to wait for you."

He Dongyang was puzzled, and pointed at himself: "Wait for me?"

"That's right," Xia Shuang pulled out a few sheets of paper from the notebook, "Last time you were in a hurry and the manuscript was left behind. I think the manuscript is very important to you, so I'll see if I can return it to you."

He Dongyang's eyes flickered, isn't it right? I can't even read the words on it clearly. What's the use of asking for it, and she has a backup. For such an important thing, everyone can do it well.

Just wait here for a few days, just to return the scrap?

He Dongyang had an idea, took the manuscript with both hands, and smiled brightly: "Thank you!"