On this day, Lin Qingxu still went to work in the cafe in the commercial street next to the school as usual.

One month before Lin Qingxu's birth, her father was hit and killed by a car and lost half a million in compensation. His mother, Yang Li, did not remarry and ran a hot-dry noodle restaurant. The conditions at home were not difficult. Lin Qingxu heard from neighbors that the relationship between his father and mother was very good. It may be because of this reason that her mother didn't like her very much since she was a child.

Yang Li did not exceed Lin Qingxu's food and clothing requirements, but was very indifferent to her. After Lin Qingxu tried to ease the relationship with his mother when he was a child, he accepted his mother's indifference over time. When Lin Qingxu went to Qingxu University, he no longer used his mother Yang Li's money, but was self-sufficient by relying on scholarships and money earned from part-time work.

The number of people in the coffee shop began to decrease. Wang Jing carried the tray with empty cups and walked to the bar.

Seeing Lin Qingxu's happy face when he drank a large sip of Coke, she couldn't help but shook her head. She really didn't think this thing was so good.

But even after getting along for so long, she still feels that Lin Qingxu's face is beautiful and refined. He looks good and is a student of Qing University, but unfortunately without a good background, he is simply a winner in life.

Thinking about it this way, God is not that partial.

A customer gestured to place an order. She walked over and met a shocking face, heard him say "a cup of cappuccino", and saw the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

As she walked toward the bar, she thought, okay, she took back what she had just said, God is still partial, but she is very grateful for God's partiality for allowing her to see such a face.

There were gradually fewer people in the store, and until the end, only the handsome guy who surprised her as a **** was left. Wang Jing leaned against the bar to commit a nympho, sighing in her heart, the handsome guy's profile is so perfect, she heard Lin Qingxu ask her, "Are you still going? Isn't there a date today?" Then she came back to her senses.

Yes, when Lin Qingxu reminded me like this, she sighed that the beauty was misleading, and hurriedly packed her things, "I'm leaving now, you have to finish it with hard work!"

Lin Qingxu finished cleaning the stains on the bar and poured herself a glass of ice-cola. After drinking, she was about to pack up and lock the door. When she noticed that there was another person near the window, she walked over slowly. Sorry, we are going to close."

He seemed to be interrupted by her voice, raised his head, a little embarrassed: "Oh, good." Then he walked out.

Lin Qingxu cleared the table, thinking to himself that the face just now was indeed pleasing to the eye.

After finishing packing, she walked to the door and locked the door, only to find that God was not beautiful. It was raining. The rain was a bit heavy, mixed with wind, and with the coolness of March. She wore a thin knitted sweater and couldn't help but shrink.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Some people are holding umbrellas and some are not holding umbrellas on the streets. People are hurried and hurried.

There was only one person who walked unhurriedly, holding an umbrella, and approached her. The man walked in front of her, she looked up, and faced the pleasing face just now. Neither of them spoke. The world inside the umbrella was static, and the world outside the umbrella was flowing.

He didn't speak, but stared at Lin Qingxu blankly, as if fascinated, until someone ran past them with rain, splashing rain, breaking the silence under the umbrella.

He put the umbrella in her hand, his ears were red, he glanced at her hesitantly, and then rushed into the rain, while running, he turned back and smiled at Lin Qingxu.

The smile was silly, blooming on that pleasing face, but it was extremely real.

The rain was heavy, falling on the running figure, as if smearing a good landscape painting, bright and vivid.

Lin Qingxu was holding the umbrella, but felt that there was still another person's temperature in her palms. As a result, she felt an unfamiliar feeling in her heart, like throbbing.

The mobile phone in the backpack kept dancing and singing.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" It was Shen Zhiyi. Seeing the rain was heavy, she remembered that Lin Qingxu didn't seem to have brought an umbrella when she went out today.

"No, I borrowed the umbrella." Although the person forced her into it, she could still be regarded as borrowing his umbrella.

Lin Qingxu's appearance is good, from childhood to adulthood, many people pursued her. But the person I met today seemed to just want to lend her an umbrella.

Simply braving foolishness.

The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and Shen Zhiyi warned, "Then you come back quickly."

"Okay." Lin Qingxu stopped thinking, hung up the phone, holding an umbrella, and walking towards the school gate.

She walked very slowly, holding the umbrella handle loose and tight, tight and loose.

She always felt the temperature of the boy's hand on the umbrella handle.

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