Lovely Allergen

"... According to the latest news of this Municipal Meteorological Administration, I released a red rainstorm warning today. It is expected that there will be short-term heavy rain, and with thunderstorm wind and other strong rigid weather, ask the public to pay attention to travel safety ..."

The old TV in the breakfast shop broadcasts the weather forecast, the fan blust of the fan, and the cumulus in the bush is integrated. I have finished eating the last slice of soup powder when I know. When I looked up, I saw the boss outside the waist and sighed: "This ghost, the world is dead, and it is a big rainstorm. The weather forecast is true."

He also stood up, his book was taken away, ride his own bicycle. In the field of view, the big piece of deep shallow green, the midsummer's wind rolls, hot air, face and body, the skin seems to be attached to a film. It's just in the morning, the heat hidden in the light is already in the early days, and the sun is reflected in the glass building, which makes everything other than the mottled tree become hot, as if the image is distorted.

It is indeed a weather that will have rainstorm.

At the classroom, everyone opened the air conditioner early, riding a car out of the uniqueness of sweat, and got into the air-conditioned room, and the man was touched to touch the arm, and sat down and opened his own book.

On the table, I borrowed his English homework and praised his creative festival.

"Thank you." When you know, you wanted to look at the notes and wanted your book, but your mind was thinking that last night, he said to Song Yu, which is likely to be invited by him.

In fact, it may not be invited to say that he can't say that he just gives a batch of student works when drinking green bean soup, there is his creative painting, and Jiang Yufan's photography work. However, there were only enthusiasm for Rong Xi and Song Shu, and Song Yu was quiet, and the word did not say.

Later, I couldn't help but ask him: "Brother, do you have physical education lessons tomorrow?"

Song He nodded and then asked him what happened.

I am not knowing when I know. After a few seconds, I found a reason, I would like to see a book of Song Yu.

"I was borrowed." Song said.

I didn't really want to see it, so I nodded very calmly, "Okay."

He just wants to confirm that Song Wei will go to work lesson.

Because the route from high school teaching to the playground, it is necessary to go through the Creative Festival - Small Fountain Square.

"It seems to be raining today." The speed of the same table is amazing, thanks to Dai Deh handed the exercise book to the music, "Do you have an umbrella?"

I'm going to have a good time, I nodded, "I have always been in the drawer."

"That's good, but I don't feel it. Today the sun is big."

Opened the air-conditioned classroom, like a big quick-frozen cabinet, let him and the outside temperature, the thoughts are blunt, the sense of body is not sensitive, it is difficult to understand the outside. I am afraid that I am afraid of heat, so I didn't leave the classroom.

More disgusting the high temperature, Song Wei, but she had to leave the air in the third lesson, and they are also very vivid to participate in physical education. Although the sun is slightly smaller than in the morning, it is bored, like a wet towel on the face.

Screw the air of the city, I am afraid it is wet water.

"I will take a good place for a while," Qin Yan took his shoulders, "Hey, buy a snow,"? "

Song Yu is hot, and he pushed Qin Yan, "hot, don't want to fight."

"No! How do you win me? You can do a male high school, how can you not play ?!"

He started to die again, and he went to the main road from the teaching building to the main road, and then closed the fountain square of the fountain.

Qin Yan's sight was attracted by the works of the work. "Is it changed again today? Hey this paper is good ... Isn't we high?" He saw it quickly, walked the horse, and saw Song Yu. Before a shelf, I saw God, I didn't feel a little strange. "What do you see?"

"Nothing." Song turned his head and left Qin Yan.

Big summer, they were still forced by sports to run two laps. After running, Song Yu came from the vending machine from the edge of the playground, bought a bottle of ice water, I was filled with a few mouthfuls, and the stuffy in my heart was less. Qin Yan pulled a few boys and three, because the weather is too hot, the Song Wei, the speed of speed, and the three of them are very fierce, so that the opposite side has thought that he is excessive energy.

"Lying in the trough, I entered one!" Qin Yan was like a cheerleader who was on the scene, gave Song Yu to applaud.

The ball, Song Yu grabbed the collar fan, and the air flowed into his shirt. The sky is dark as if it is a moment, and the clouds quickly occupied the entire sky.

He reached out of his basketball, spread it up, and it seems to be waiting for.

"Song Yu, continue!"

"It's too hot." Song Yu turned away from the court, "I went to wash a face."

Qin Yan felt that he was inexplicably, "You also love it too much, you can't do it again."

But he never stopped Song, can only look, blame, he did not directly go to the bathroom after the football field, but the stadium of the wire circle, left.

A dark darker appears on a light gray cement floor, one followed by one. Out of the playground, Song Yugu was a little faster, and then ran directly. The English reading of the teaching building passes through the lush tree, and the Song wearing white shirt runs under the tree, and finally stops in front of a shelf in the exhibition area.

He pickedly, staring at the shelf, writing a note in [Junior (8) class ".

The rain begins, through the gap of the clouds and trees, drops in the shoulders of Song.

I wanted to take it directly, but he suddenly saw his palm, stained with the gray soil on basketball, dirty. So he didn't have a bobbure, holding a wooden strip of the shelf, got up, the side of the painting, before the rain, leaving this unmanned small square.

The rain will be wet in the back of the Song, and the translucent white shirt wraps a teenage micro-convex scapula. He entered the stairs passage on the first floor of the first floor, and wiped a little bit of rain with his hand, and bowed, checking the painting.

I went in a timely, I painted only a few drops of rain. This is the bustling city in the rain in the rain, but the trick of the photography double exposure, the city of the car is reficed to a lake.

The title is - nowhere.

Song Yan holds the studio, from the other stairway of the classroom away from the music, the light of the staircase becomes dark, reflects the reflection of memories in the faint water vapor in the air.

He seems to see the six-year-old music to know under the roof, pointing to the ground, almost improving the water of the first level step, asking Song Yu: "Xiao Yan brother, why will it flood in the rain? Haven't passed the small tower of the stones yesterday. "

At that time, Song Yu also tried to explain to him: "Because we have a lot of lakes here, you can make a lot of water. But in order to build more houses, they fill the lake into the ground, and they can't accuse it."

The little music is squats on the ground, and it is long.

"So there is no home in rain."

At that time, Song Yu just felt that I was unable to explain with him scientifically, he has his own strange understanding.

But at this moment, recalls about his childhood memory, Song Yu still can't help the hook.

These appearances in the music of the cerebeties, mostly from the peace of the Song Yu.

At half of the class, I suddenly heard the rain outside the table. When I was solely, I woke up, I remembered my own paintings. He turned his head quickly, sitting on another group of Jiang Yufan, showing a poor expression. Jiang Yufan, which is the same work, also handed a heartbroken expression, and then told him with the body language and mouth type, and then took it after class.

The rain is getting lower, the glass window is tapping, and the transparent rain line is full. The mood of the music is a little low, and it is not complete because of his own paintings may be collected.

I am very rare, I'm doing the hand to the drawer, tap the phone, the screen lights, but there is no message to display.

Song Yizhen did not give him a sense of view, indicating that Song Wei did not see it.

But he quickly denied this inference, because even if Song Yan saw it, he would not share any obedient feelings with him.

"The roll is not finished, let's talk about it, go to get out of class, you have a question, and you will continue to ..."

The teacher is still talking on the podium, but the first time Jiang Yufan, Jiang Yufan, rushed out from the front door of the classroom. I have been holding an umbrella, I hesitate, I saw a few people walking, he also followed them, low his head mixed out.

The door of the second (8) classes took the stairs, they ran quickly, and the wind came to break the viscous air. Seeing Jiang Yufan is ready to rush into the rain, I am shouting his name while I am opening the umbrella, takes him to the small square.

"My photo, my photo, my photo ..." Jiang Yufan came all the way, and I found out that every row of shelves made a layer of transparent light blue waterproof cloth, he still didn't worry, pull it Check, I saw a photo taken, I was intact under the rain.

"Fortunately, they react fast, but my photo has been plastic, your painting is more dangerous, go see." He pulled the arms when he was so knowing.

The eyes of Le know also search for their own paintings, but I really walked to the previous place, but I found out there.

"What about my painting?" Le knows.

Jiang Yufan checked the left and right sides, it did not know when he was knowing, and the middle is just a little. "Do you determine if you are here?"

I have nodded when I was knowing.

"It's strange. We found it again."

The two read this row and didn't know how to know. The placement of the workshop is a confrontation, very law, obviously in this album square array.

The heart of Le knows like a small piece, as if it was stolen. He is calm, and his heart is falling, and it is disappointed to return to the teaching building before the ringtone next class.

Jiang Yufan took the steps and two steps and took the lead to go to the third floor stairway. He said: "How can someone sneak, then - a big shelf, how to say it ..."

He suddenly turned, and he turned and looked at the corridor of his own class. He said when he knew behind him, "many people."

If you know, you still look up, you don't have a lot of people, "how you are around our classroom back door ..."

"Walk, go see." Jiang Yufan looked at the excitement of the lively, and he was very mood, but he still followed him.

When several people in the group, several classmates saw the music that came over, smiled and waved his hand, "Hey, isn't this Lele?"

"Wow! You are amazing!"

If you know, a misty water, crowded people seem to be dispersed for him.

It is the painting of the latter, and the painting is not damaged. The pain is so big, and this picture seems to be not wet.

"How to run here?" Jiang Yufan asked others, "Who is coming?"

"Didn't see it, I will see it here."

"I didn't see it in the first one."

Jiang Yufan grabbed his hair. "We ran directly from the front door to the stairs."

When I was so immersed, I was immersed in confused, and the ringtones were ringtone. He eventually moved this inexplicably disappeared album back to the classroom and put it next to air conditioners.

The rain is getting lower, the bigger stop all day. Near the end of the plane, everyone chose to stay in the classroom for lunch, Le King is also a little sleepy, and he sleeps in the table for half an hour. When you wake up, it is even greater. Someone opened the door, isolated on the rain in the rain, suddenly poured into the rain.

When I know, I word into the blackboard.

Jiang Yufan ran to him before, and his hand was supported on his desktop. "

"Well ..." Le knows slowly, "Is she not in class?"

"Can be fake." Jiang Yufan's finger knocked on the desktop. "Look this floor is not right to help you to move, more romance." After finishing, he said, "but a little trace did not stay, It's really secret. "

When I know, I looked at the phone in the drawer, and there were some news, but I still didn't have the name he wanted to see.

"Well, you have reasonable."

A secret love that is willing to save his painting in heavy rain, this statement is much more reasonable than a certain thought of time.

Tens of seconds, the mobile phone screen is dark, and it is restored.

The weather forecast is finally a test.

The heavy rain seems to be at the end, the sky is much darker, the window is infiltrated, the leaf of the broad-leaved trees outside the window is immersed, as if to drop green juice, the ground is flooded, the high school teaching building climbed the leaf of the tiger .

I am very grateful to the person who helped him to move, and I am worried about the work of other people. I saw the members of the Student Members of Organization Creative Festival during dinner, so he followed helping.

Only his painting is by him.

Before, I would like to say that the mathematics teacher who said in the late self-study, it is not coming, and the coupon representative has made a new set of rolls to them. Everyone has become numb, the squad leader is sitting on the podium to maintain discipline, the classmates under the stage are looking down, and a few people speak very small.

I'm always very focused on the time. He took the pen to take the pen and poked a few times. I thought of a solving idea. I just wanted to go, suddenly the thunder flashed, and the body conditions were reflected.

"The bigger it is, the greater it."

"I am so scared by this lightning."

Jiang Yufan looked outside the window, "... Will not stop."

The squad leader took the table, "Quiet. Don't talk."

The voice just fell, the bright classroom suddenly fell into a dark.

"The trough is really power outage!"

"Jiang Yufan, your crow!"

"Can you get out of school in advance!"

Other classrooms also came from sound, and the first reaction was looking to the direction of the high school teaching building, where it was also a dark dark.

The squad leader has worked in the previous efforts, let them all whisper, obey the elongation class is more difficult than 8 classes, and the students run to the corridor.

"I am going to the office to find a teacher, you are not allowed."

The boys in the class began to start and chat, and "said it must be in advance" and "eat the barbecue for a while". There are also some students take out the small table lamps of the USB interface, or the mobile flashlight of the mobile phone, doing a question against light.

I also took out my mobile phone when I heard, I want to finish this question. He just turned it down. It flashed a white light outside the window. It seems like torn night. It is as bright as white, but it is very dark again. Swallow. This is a terrible ancestors when he knows, and he hides it with your hand.

Sure enough, the next second huge thunder appeared, and how to be prepared when I know, I was shocked.

"When you know, you are so big, I am afraid of thunder." The boys behind the seat tease him, "What is this good?"

When I heard this, I looked down and tried to do the question more focused.

The squad leader is not returned, and the classroom is getting messing up, but it is not going out.

"I heard that our school is a generator, it should not stop."

"Is it? I will go directly to school."

Chatting, rain, front seat female classmates whisper, mixed in the dark classroom, but they can't resist the moment.

A big question is not difficult, I know when I do it, I will write the last step. He finally produced a mood who did not want to wait and endure, pick up the phone, unlock the screen, and opened the dialog of Song.

He wants to say that he is very afraid of Song, but think of the joke of the lattice boys, I feel that I am not like.

Herdiness, the feeling dialog suddenly moved, I thought it was my illusion, and I gave him a message.

[Song brother: You said the book he said last night, people who borrowed it have also given me, go home to give you. ]

He didn't expect it to be such a topic, an excuse to be temporarily arrested.

But he wouldn't think of it, this is also the first after the first thunder, it will be afraid, and the hard thinking is a suitable, first talking to him.

It looks natural, there is no concern, it is very similar to the opening of the ordinary brother.

Outside the window, I flashed again, I licked my mobile phone, I felt that my attention was taken away by Song Yu, so it was not so confused, but the thunder was still afraid.

He hits a line and click on the send.

[Le know: Brother, I have a little panic. ]

The squad leader came back, opened the classroom door, "The teacher is not in the office, nor is there a tea."

The classmates in the class explode, but the squad leaders who do their duty still do not allow them to leave casually. "If you have holiday in advance, you will definitely have a notice, first, etc.

I received the reply from Song Yu when I complained in cheering and whispering.

[Song Jin brother: so many people in the classroom, what is panicked? ]

I thought about it, I feel that Song Yu said nothing, so I don't know what to say at a time.

He didn't pay attention to the top of the top, after a few minutes, and couldn't help but send him a sentence.

[Le know: still a little scared. ]

I have been waiting for a long time, I played twice, the team leader repeated the third time, don't loudly, I didn't receive the reply from Song Yu.

He thought that he was sure to be naive, timid, and did not grow in the eyes of Song Yu's eyes.

There is girls to go to the toilet, please take a fake to the class. I know the direction of the high school teaching building, just see the light of Song Yuxi's star, like a certain confusion.

He also made a holiday, because the image of the students was easily allowed, but he did not go to the toilet, but directly into the stairway, came to the aerial promenade connected to the two teaching buildings.

The world outside is slightly lighter than the classroom. The wind mixed with rain and wet smells toward him, slightly wet his hair and shirt. The gallery of the marble bricks, sliding, very slippery. When I was solely, I walked down and walked. I saw my canvas shoes falling on a black floor, taking a small loud shining ripple.

He is actually a purposeless, not much independent consciousness, it seems to be here.

This is where he quietly waited for Song Yu's get out of class. But his waiting is unilateral, will not really wait until Song Yizhen, see the high school (5) class has a classroom, and if you know, you will pick up your own words, first step by cycling.

Song Yu is the one that is unaware and passive.

Going to the end of the promenade, I feel that I should stop. In an instant lightning, the lightning is overnight, illuminated everything around, and he raised his face, like only coincidences that will appear in the movie.

The stairway standing in the gallery stands with a figure, and the lightning light is bright.

When I know, I feel that I am wrong, I am in the original place, but the lightning has never disappeared, and it is indeed Song Wei.

In the dark, his eyes seem to be bright, looking up. I don't know if I know the self-suggestion, he feels that Song Yizhen seems to give him a look, then turn around, did not come toward him and the promenade, but go to the bathroom next to the stairway.

Perhaps it was confused by the thoughtful eyes, and perhaps it would know that I would like to thunder, I'm going to follow the steps.

Reflective floor tile remains in the water pattern of his fluctuations.

In an instant of the thunder, I shaken the shoulder and push the door of the bathroom, like a dark zone. He hopes that no one knows that he will come here, as if he is hit by him and Song Yu will give him fear, and it is also the same as the relationship between him and Song.

The washroom is empty, only a row of wash isas and a whole drainage tank, Song Wei stands there, seems to have just finished his hand.

I was very low, I called the Song Dynasty, and then I didn't naturally on the opening.

"... Today's rain is too big."

He understood a little, it turned out that many things were actually margon before they occur.

The weather forecast clearly understands that the upcoming heavy rain is in front of him, and the early warning will never war.

Just he can't believe it, but it can't be avoided.

But this enlightenment is blurred and embarrassing, and the present is not fully understood.

Song Yu took a few steps. Lightning once again, it took translucent in the room in the room, in that moment, Song smashed the face of the music, his soft short hair, light pupil, eyelashes, extend from the shirt neck, White is like a neck of a porcelain bottle, an elongated finger, a slightly raised rib.

"Well." Song Yizhen gave a response because of the gods, and the consciousness opened, "How come you come."

But he was covered by thunder.

I didn't hear it when I was knowing, so I didn't answer. His fear does not need to hide in the face of Song, do not worry about laughing at his physiological fear like the boys behind him, so I'm going to take a few steps when I know.

His shadow is safely present.

Song Yan wants to comfort him and want him to be afraid, but it is not legal. But when I was knowing, I held his wrist step by step, and held a watch that was cherished, and put some, holding the arm of Song.

The moist skin is pasted on the palm, and the strength is very strong, but it seems to happen to the heart of Song.

"You can hold it."

His tone is tentative, but the action is very straightforward, as if you are worried that Song Yu is refused, so take a step by step. The metal nameplate of the shirt neck seems to accidentally encounter Song Yu's nameplate. The subtle collision sounds in the night, reverberations in the ear of Song.

He was a bit surprised and did not raise his hand and looked for learning, but he won't see his expression when he was embarking on his clavicle. He is like a child, even like the past every morning, frank and natural.

But this is the first time, they have completed an unknown hug in a dark corner of the school.

"You have a good thing on you." If you know how to say without evil words, the arm holds the back of Song, and draws the stability from him.

Song Yan silently had some awkward, but when he appeared, he lifted his hand under his consciousness. He touched the head of the music, and the other arm was also very lightly behind him, as if not intended. Use a half-point force to circle the music.

His brain flashed in a strange imagination, think they now seem to have a middle school student.

But this thought is soon drowning in the rain, nailed to the soil.

When the thunder came, I was very tight when I was very tight, after a few seconds, he was slightly released, and he called his tone deeply in the arms of Song.

"How are you?" He asked Song Yu.

I don't know how to respond, I can't say that I have worried that he wants to see it. It is very stupid to go to half, so I stopped at the stairway.

"... Wash your hands." He replied very simply.

I am gently, I feel like a shirt and shirt, I feel the chest of Song Yizhen micro shock.

"But there is no toilet room on the 5th floor?" He thought, just asked them.

Song's voice is not twisted.

"I know."

"There are so many words, are you not afraid?"

"No."

If you know, you will hurry to close your lips, release it after two seconds.

"Hold a small meeting." He worked earnestly.