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Pei Huan cares more about Yan Zimi's hands than Yan Zimi.

Afraid that they will get wet, and that Yan Zimi will pick them randomly, supervise Yan Zimi to change the dressing, and make Yan Zimi taboo.

However, Pei Huan added that his friend also cared about Yan Zimi's wound, which made Yan Zimi not like it very much.

In fact, the wound is not very serious, and today I can let it blow out.

Yan Zimi touched the scab with his little finger, and put on the last stroke of the homework he just drew.

After finishing the homework, the phone next to her suddenly lit up.

His hands are often empty, so the phone does not keep the messages private. Usually, when the screen is on, he can see the messages directly.

It was Pei Huanfa who said, "Three o'clock in the afternoon."

It was Yan Zimi who asked Pei Huan what time to leave tomorrow.

It wasn't an important matter, but Yan Zimi hurriedly washed his hands, and hurriedly replied to Pei Huan: "Okay."

Pei Huan didn't finish the chat, and said another sentence: "Going to the studio?"

Yan Zimi: "Well, let's go downstairs and have a meal."

fire: "It's windy, wear one more"

Yan Zimi: "OK"

Not only was it windy outside, but it was also very cloudy.

Yan Zimi put on an extra layer of clothes, and after thinking about it, he put on the umbrella.

While eating, Yan Zimi received a call from her mother.

As soon as he said hello, Yan Zimi felt the smell of alcohol coming from over there.

"Mimi, my Mimi." His mother called him.

Yan Zimi was helpless: "Have you been drinking?"

Mom hummed: "I miss you, Mom misses you."

Yan Zimi: "Happy Anniversary Mom."

Mom smiled: "I have received it, I have received it, and the gift has also been received. Thank you son. Dad also asked me to say thank you to you."

Yan Zimi asked, "Did you have fun?"

Mom: "I'm so happy."

Yan Zimi: "I heard it."

Mom: "You also have a part in our anniversary, so you should be happy too."

Yan Zimi laughed, and put the vegetables into the bowl: "If you have my share, don't take me there."

Mom laughed, and said with tenderness: "You can't blame me, it's dad who didn't take it, you blame dad."

Yan Zimi: "When will you go home?"

Mom: "I'll be back next week and I brought you a present."

Yan Zimi: "Okay."

Mom suddenly laughed and asked, "I found out that you changed your profile picture."

Yan Zimi: "What's wrong?"

Mom: "Is there a girl you like?"

Yan Zimi smiled: "What? No."

Mom didn't believe it, and began to analyze one or two: "The painting is full of sugar, English, flowers, and bees, all of which are bubbles."

Yan Zimi: "There are no bubbles."

Mom's alcohol is super strong: "It's the bubble of love!"

Yan Zimi: "...Mom, you drank too much."

Mom: "I didn't drink too much, and I'm sober, so you can answer Mom, are you in a relationship?"

Yan Zimi: "No."

Mom smiled like something: "Is that in the ambiguous stage?"

Yan Zimi: "No."

Mom made a long cry: "Is there someone you like?"

Yan Zimi: "...No."

Mom was even happier: "You hesitated!"

She fell into her own world as she said: "Ah, Mimi is finally going to fall in love. You must introduce it to your mother as soon as possible. Mom will buy her a lot of gifts. You are the prince of our family. She She is our princess!"

Yan Zimi: "..."

Really drank too much.

Yan Zimi: "Where's Dad?"

Mom: "I'm taking a shower."

Yan Zimi: "You guys have fun, I'm going to the studio."

"Okay," my mother was in a particularly good mood: "I have to take it home!"

Yan Zimi was helpless: "Don't drink too much, I'll die."

Unexpectedly, when the phone was hung up, my mother sent another message on WeChat.

A long and long speech, speaking intermittently, imagining the future of Yan Zimi and his girlfriend, mother will prepare these and that for you, your wedding must...

Yan Zimi paused his voice, and replied, "I don't have any girls I like."

Yan Zimi clicked on his profile picture. He thought it was a very ordinary drawing. There was also a sentence he saw when he was doing reading comprehension. He drew it casually for 10 minutes and finished it.

So Mum must be drunk.

Even though he thought so, Yan Zimi changed his avatar to the original one.

After eating and paying the bill, before leaving the restaurant, Yan Zimi's phone vibrated.

It was Pei Huanfa's message.

fire: "Why did the avatar change back?"

Someone moved behind Yan Zimi, he leaned a little to the side, and replied: "You know I changed my avatar."

fire: "It's hard not to know"

Yan Zimi answered irrelevant questions: "I just painted this afternoon"

fire: "I saw it in the afternoon"

Yan Zimi thought for a while: "Then do you see what is on the painting?"

fire: "Of course"

fire: "My little bee, my sugar"

Yan Zimi couldn't help pursing her lips, and snickered in a corner of the restaurant.

Yan Zimi: "I thought you didn't know, so you didn't say anything"

fire: "So you changed?"

Yan Zimi immediately went out and changed his profile picture back.

Then he said, "What? What did I change?"

fire: "So naughty?"

fire: "So? What do I need to tell you not to change?"

Yan Zimi: "Then"

Yan Zimi: "Feel free to express your attitude"

fire: "The profile picture is very nice"

Fire: "Is this okay?"

Yan Zimi: "That's it"

He immediately went out again and changed his avatar to the one he used before.

Sure enough, Pei Huan sent another message: "Yan Zimi, you are very skinny."

Pei Huan said again: "Change back"

Yan Zimi: "Why?"

Pei Huan: "I like it very much, is this a good reason?"

Yan Zimi: "Then..."

Yan Zimi: "Barely accept it."

Yan Zimi: "Barely take a while."

Yan Zimi went out again and changed his profile picture back.

fire: "It might rain later, have you brought an umbrella?"

Yan Zimi subconsciously wanted to answer, but he hadn't typed the two words halfway. He looked at the sky outside the window, deleted the pinyin, and replied: "No."

fire: "It's bad when it rains"

Yan Zimi's hands rested on the phone's keyboard, and he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, not knowing how to answer Pei Huan's shit.

Forget it, I won't reply, it's not what he wants to hear anyway.

After putting away the phone, Yan Zimi stared blankly at the sky for a few minutes.

Then he scolded himself in his heart.

In the evening, he has a class in his studio, teaching a third-grade child, so there is another teacher on duty today.

The class was divided into two periods. At the end of the second period, there was a rumble in the sky outside and a heavy rain began to fall.

"Sure enough, it's still raining," the teacher sitting over there sighed, and asked, "Zi Mi, did you bring an umbrella?"

Yan Zimi: "Have you brought it?"

The teacher was distressed: "No, I didn't know the weather until I went out, so I don't want to go back."

Yan Zimi thought for a while: "I have it, I'll lend it to you."

The time for the children to finish is just right, and one stage just ends at the end of the second period.

After the rainstorm ended, it was still raining outside. The child was picked up by his father. The teacher on duty at the front desk thanked Yan Zimi in every possible way and left the studio.

So there is only Yan Zimi who said "I still have an umbrella" 5 minutes ago in this studio, but actually has nothing.

Misfortunes never come singly. When he turned off the lights in the studio, he found that his mobile phone ran out of battery and turned off without knowing when.

Yan Zimi stood at the door of the studio, tapped the phone several times that didn't respond, and was at a loss for a while.

He can't even explain his behavior.

Is it fun Yan Zimi?

The rain was still falling. Although it was a little lighter, it was not enough to just go out like this.

Fortunately, the studio is along the street, so you can try your luck without a mobile phone, maybe you can get a taxi.

15 minutes passed...

The location of the studio does not belong to the business district. It is difficult to get a car in rainy days, and there are no pedestrians. It is very desolate here at the moment.

Yan Zimi pushed his glasses, looked back at the studio, and thought, which of the three is better, sleeping in the studio for a night, going out and hailing a car, or walking back to school.

But after thinking about it, what he did was stay in place, motionless.

With nothing to do, the senses are more sensitive and more boring.

He began to observe the rain, the flapping leaves on the side of the road, and the large splashes in the potholed pool.

A white car drove on the road, followed by two black cars, followed by a taxi carrying people.

Not long after, there was a booming sound not far away, and the sound of the engine from far to near attracted Yan Zimi's attention.

He looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a red and black motorcycle approaching from the far side of the road.

On a rainy day, this car was obviously a strange car on the road, so Yan Zimi took a second look.

The man in the car was all black, with long hands and long legs.

Cool is pretty cool.

Yan Zimi looked back and continued to stare at the cars on the road, hoping to meet an empty taxi.

But on the left ear, the sound of the locomotive is getting louder and getting closer.

Yan Zimi turned his head again and saw that the car changed lanes, turned on the right turn signal, slowed down, and then.

Then it stopped in front of Yan Zimi.

Yan Zimi was stunned for a moment.

The long leg on the car was put down neatly, and with a hook on the heel, the leg was put down.

Then he straightened himself up and took off his hard hat.

"Yan Zimi."

Yan Zimi was still stunned.

Pei Huan held the hat in his hand and turned his head to smile at Yan Zimi.

Only then did Yan Zimi come to his senses, his skin, which was patronized by the wind and drizzle just now, continued to warm up due to the sudden appearance of the person in front of him, and a certain part of his body became numb in an instant.

Pei Huan looked at Yan Zimi, and said the second sentence of the night: "I didn't bring an umbrella either."

Yan Zimi blinked slightly, then pursed his lips and smiled.

The two of them are now under the eaves of the studio, and on the top is a small warm yellow lamp that is just enough for atmosphere.

Pei Huan's clothes were wet a lot, and the lamp refracted a lot of light on him.

It's not so cold, and it's not so dark.

Yan Zimi took a step forward and looked into Pei Huan's eyes: "Are you stupid?"