Xia Lang

The tall and big boys share one, and it is estimated that they can only block their heads.

Chongming F4 group chat.

Li Zhaozhuo: "Bring it."

Sun Wenhao: "That's good, I thought it was going to rain." Dance with hands and feet.jpg

It was purely a surprise. He originally wanted his driver to bring them two umbrellas, so lunch should not be delayed.

He and Zhou Yan didn't bring umbrellas, maybe they forgot or thought it wouldn't rain, and brother Zhuo simply didn't like to bring umbrellas, but luckily he brought them on a whim today.

However, why did Brother Zhuo's profile picture suddenly change?

Sun Wenhao clicked on his profile picture, and only after zooming in did he realize that it was a forest on fire.

Originally, he simply wanted to enlarge his avatar, but when he returned to his personal page, he found that his nickname and WeChat account had changed.

The nickname was changed to "Fen" with a bit of a secondary meaning, and the WeChat ID was changed to six letters, not like a word, but rather an abbreviation of something.

Ever since he joined Brother Zhuo on WeChat, his avatar has not changed. The avatar is a sea of ​​flames, his nickname is as simple as it gets, and his WeChat ID is the long string of letters and numbers initially set.

It all changed overnight, Brother Zhuo, he couldn't be... in love, right?

In the past, Brother Zhuo was with them almost every day, and there was no sign of it. Could it be what happened in the days when Brother Zhuo returned home?

Sun Wenhao poked into a separate dialog box.

Haozi: "Brother Zhuo, why did you suddenly change your profile picture?" He added a thief-like expression.

Brother Zhuo: "It's boring."

It's really boring. I haven't been able to fall asleep after talking with the old man last night.

Originally, I wanted to find Song Linju, but I didn't send him a message because I was afraid of disturbing him. I could only entertain myself and wait for the belated sleepiness to bring the belated tomorrow closer.

Sun Wenhao didn't believe it. Brother Zhuo wasn't him. No matter how boring he was, he wouldn't change his profile picture. There must be a reason for it.

Haozi: "Really? I won't tell Xie Gou and the others~"

this kid...

Brother Zhuo: "Oh."

After Li Zhaozhuo finished replying to the message, he looked up, and as expected, he saw Sun Wenhao and Xie Xuyao ​​put their heads together.

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Sun Wenhao: I won't tell Xie Gou, but it's none of my business if he wants to see it.

really know how to behave

Ah.

He didn't know Haozi yet, among the four of them, he was the only one who didn't talk about it.

The reason why he didn't tell Haozi and others about him and Song Linju was not because he was afraid of slaps in the face or strange looks, but because he was afraid that Song Linju was not ready yet.

The bell rang after school, but the rain outside did not show any signs of diminishing, and the sound of moaning and sighing was indispensable in the classroom.

But Li Zhaozhuo was in a good mood and quickly stuffed the things on the table into the drawer, picked up the phone and was ready to leave.

Seeing that Brother Zhuo moved in a hurry but didn't hold an umbrella in his hand, he thought he had forgotten, so Sun Wenhao called him, "Hey Brother Zhuo..."

Sun Wenhao only opened his mouth, Li Zhaozhuo cut off his words, turned his head and lowered his voice slightly, "You should recognize the umbrella hanging in the corridor."

If this kid yelled loudly, everyone in the class would know that he was carrying an umbrella, let alone Song Linju who was not far from them.

Sun Wenhao was taken aback, why did Brother Zhuo tell him this?Does he not support it?

What Brother Zhuo said next solved his confusion.

"Song Linju and I share the same umbrella."

"nice."

Although Sun Wenhao felt an indescribable strangeness, he thought that it might be because Brother Zhuo and Brother Song finally got back together, and maybe the relationship was deeper?

After all, Xie Gou often relies on himself, especially recently, he doesn't know what he's going crazy about.

Song Linju was reading a question, and didn't pay much attention to the faint ringing of the rain mixed with the sound of the rain. His deskmate gave him a hug before leaving, and then he noticed Li Zhaozhuo standing in the aisle waiting for him.

Song Linju separated the unfinished page with a pen, and closed the book behind his back, "Why are you silent when you're here?"

There were three people in a row, and the two sitting outside had already left. Li Zhaozhuo simply walked over to Song Linju, "I'm afraid to disturb you."

Song Linju took out his meal card and mobile phone from his schoolbag, "No, just call me next time."

"it is good."

As soon as Song Linju looked up, he saw Li Zhaozhuo looking at him with a smile in his eyes, motionless.

Song Linju glanced at the door, "I'm outside with the umbrella."

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes moved slightly, and his smile became more obvious, "Yes."

So, you give in.

Seeing that Li Zhaozhuo didn't understand the hint in his eyes, Song Linju said directly, "I want to go out."

Li Zhaozhuo nodded, "Go out."

That's what he said, but he still didn't move, as if he didn't understand Song Linju's words.

Li Zhaozhuo was not standing in the middle, but leaning on the desk in the back row, blocking most of the aisle. If Song Linju wanted to squeeze past him, physical contact was inevitable.

Seeing that Song Linju moved after looking at him for a while, Li Zhaozhuo thought that he had decided to squeeze past him.

He stared closely at Song Linju who was getting closer, for fear of missing a trace of expression.

Yes, he did it on purpose from beginning to end.

For physical contact or something, it would be even better to see Song Linju shy.

But it turns out that Li Zhaozhuo was thinking too much.

Song Linju went out, but he didn't force his way past him. He directly moved the table in front of him by a large amount, which was more than enough for him. After recovering the table, he turned and walked out.

Seeing Song Linju getting closer and closer, Li Zhaozhuo's expression froze with the corners of his lips gradually raised.

It has to be said that Xueba has a quick brain, and he doesn't get into the pit he dug at all.

"Hey Song Linju, wait for me..."

Li Zhaozhuo chased after him, and as soon as he left the classroom door, he saw Haozi and the others waiting for them at the door.

Sun Wenhao showed the expression that you finally came out, "Brother Zhuo, what are you doing in there? You have been dawdling for so long."

"Nothing to do, just pack your things."

Although Li Zhaozhuo was answering Sun Wenhao's words, his gaze still subconsciously followed Song Linju's figure.

Going past Zhou Yan to get the umbrella hanging on the railing, Song Linju inadvertently glanced at the umbrella in his hand.

The long black umbrella looks a bit like the one Li Zhaozhuo used when he sent him home.

With a slight hook of the finger, the umbrella fell into his hand. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he was blocked by a figure.

It's Li Zhaozhuo.

He smiled and pulled him to his side, "Why are you in a daze, the rain is hitting you."

"It's nothing, Zhou Yan's umbrella looks bigger, why don't you hold it together with him?" Song Linju raised the umbrella that was not too big in his hand.

Sun Wenhao's ear pointed, "What Zhou Yan's umbrella, this umbrella belongs to Brother Zhuo, but Brother Zhuo said he wanted to share it with you."

Li Zhaozhuo sold himself with a sideways glance like a machine gun, and Sun Wenhao with an innocent face.

I knew this kid was a ticking time bomb.

However, Li Zhaozhuo was not at all embarrassed by the lie being exposed. He even nodded as if there was something serious, and said to Song Linju: "It makes sense. I also think my umbrella is relatively big. Otherwise, let Zhou Yan support you, and we will support you." mine?"

This means that we must hold an umbrella with him.

Zhou Yan, the tool man who was arranged, was a little helpless, "Why do I suddenly feel a little redundant?"

Li Zhaozhuo was not polite, "You just found out?"

Xie Xuyao ​​glanced at Sun Wenhao who was laughing very loudly beside him.

This fool.

"Forget it..." Just when Song Linju wanted to say that holding his own umbrella should be fine, Zhou Yan handed him the long black umbrella with a gentle smile.

"It's okay, I was just joking, I really don't need such a big umbrella by myself."

Li Zhaozhuo narrowed his eyes slightly watching this "friendly and modest" scene, this gentleman is showing his boyfriend his umbrella gentleman?

Oh, he can really be a man.

Li Zhaozhuo openly held Song Linju's hand in front of several people.

Song Linju, who wanted to decline politely, immediately raised his eyelids to look at him, feeling the surprised gazes from the other people, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held back by Li Zhaozhuo.

Sensing Song Linju's unnaturalness, Li Zhaozhuo said in the usual tone, "What are you hiding from? Give me the umbrella."

Li Zhaozhuo remained calm, as if he simply wanted to take the umbrella from him.

The umbrella slipped away from the loosened fingertips, replaced by the temperature rising from the friction of the warm fingertips with thin calluses.

Song Linju hooked his fingertips and held his empty palm.

After Li Zhaozhuo took out the umbrella from his hand and stuffed it to Zhou Yan, who looked like he was watching a show, he took the lead in taking the long black umbrella that he handed over, and patted him on the shoulder like brothers.

"Thanks."

He didn't need to thank him for his own umbrella, but if he didn't say it, Song Linju would say it, so he might as well say it.

"Let's go, let's eat." Li Zhaozhuo embraced Song Linju, who was standing there and didn't know what he was thinking, and walked towards the stairs.

Sun Wenhao and Xie Xuyao ​​immediately followed, and Zhou Yan, who followed at the end, rubbed his numb shoulders from the pat.

He just said something to Song Linju, is it necessary for this kid to kill him?

After going downstairs, I saw a group of people standing by the gate, looking at the heavy rain outside the building without love.

Li Zhaozhuo and the others passed through the crowd and walked into the rain under umbrellas.

Before taking a few steps, Sun Wenhao's trousers were completely wet, and the ice was cold and stuck to his legs.

Sun Wenhao cursed as he walked around the puddle, "I'll go, it's raining too much, I guess my shoes will be heroically sacrificed before the food is eaten."

Sun Wenhao was wearing sneakers, and the splashed rainwater could easily contribute to its sacrifice without much aiming.

Sun Wenhao went left and right to avoid many puddles, but Xie Xuyao, who was holding an umbrella for him, stepped on a lot of mud and gravel.

"When it's wet, it's wet. Anyway, you're not overheated. Steam it with your body temperature and you'll be dry."

Sun Wenhao gave Xie Xuyao ​​an elbow, "Go away, you, don't just wear boots