When Qiao Jin walked outside the community, he saw a car parked on the side of the road.

She walked over and the car door opened.

The rain poured in along the wind, and it wetted the car door in an instant.

She quickly retracted the umbrella, and the rain dissipated instantly along the umbrella surface. When she got into the car, she did not wet the seat.

Qiao Jin said: "Why are you here?"

Song Yanqing looked at the umbrella in her hand with a hint of curiosity: "Bought it?"

It is still rare to sell such beautiful oiled paper umbrellas in cities.

When put away, it is a very long section, lying between them.

Qiao Jin placed it upright on his thigh.

She looked at him first: "It was given by a friend, you haven't answered me yet?"

Song Yanqing retracted his gaze, and then glanced at her, "The weather forecast says it is raining today. I know that you lived here last night, so I happened to come over to deal with the matter and see if you leave."

He paused, and then said: "So I can take you back."

The sound is like the best sound of strings, every word falls on the tip of the human heart and vibrates.

Another couldn't help but glanced in the rearview mirror. Master, this is the mother's solo?

He didn't dare to believe it, so he changed to another woman and fell under his suit pants every minute.

Qiao Jin didn't have any special reaction after hearing this.

These two are indeed gods, and gods will not easily move the heart.

"You came just right."

Qiao Jin looked at the rain outside the window: "It's like taking a taxi when it rains."

Song Yanqing chuckled, "So have you dealt with things here?"

Qiao Jin: "Almost."

She thought of what she had heard on Xu Rong's side, and asked him: "Isn't life the most important thing in a person's life?"

Song Yanqing twisted his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Qiao Jin: "How come another person died, and I don't want to live anymore."

She encountered something that puzzled her.

Song Yanqing also instantly understood what had happened.

He whispered: "I haven't seen it, but I understand that everyone thinks differently. Some people are not something others can replace. Once they disappear, they will completely lose their direction and no longer have the motivation to live. Maybe for that person In other words, the person who died is the motivation for her to live."

Qiao Jin nodded thoughtfully.

She looked down at the umbrella with her legs bent. It was very beautiful. Ming Chu probably paid a lot for Xu Rong to buy this umbrella.

This is not like the level of general assembly line crafts.

Qiao Jin didn't understand why Xu Rong gave it to herself.

Maybe she felt that she couldn't take this thing with her after she died.

Song Yanqing noticed that Qiao Jin's mood was a little more depressed than usual now. Perhaps this was not the mood she should have, but he felt that such Qiao Jin was real enough.

In the past, there was always a layer of fog, which made people unable to understand.

She stood too high and saw too much, but in fact she would not understand the wonderful world of this ordinary human being.

The car drove silently towards Mu's house. In the car, Qiao Jin suddenly said, "Will you go to my house for dinner tonight? I told Feifei, let the kitchen do what you like to eat, what do you like to eat?"

Song Yanqing was a little surprised by Qiao Jin's sudden invitation.

Qiao Jin never mentioned it because of sending her home so many times.

He didn't care about this, and decided to wait until the right time to visit him, but now that Qiao Jin mentioned it, he definitely wouldn't refuse.

So he responded: "Okay."