My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Probably the last freezing rain in winter made a "pop" sound, hitting his fingers exposed outside his gloves, which was particularly painful.

--troublesome.

Biqitani murmured, hurriedly took out the umbrella from the front pocket of the bicycle and handed it to the girl behind.

"Hurry up."

Isshiki opened the umbrella, and just raised it to the top of his head, the plastic part of the umbrella immediately turned up, like a wine glass filled with cold rainwater.

The strong sense of floating made Isshiki scream.

Biqigu strives to maintain balance.

Just now... almost overturned.

The extremely low temperature rain water under the action of the cold wind made his eyes a little bit unable to open.

The rain has been falling, although it is temporarily unable to penetrate the thick coat, but the entangled coldness has been taking away the body temperature, and everything in the vision is not clear.

Only the temperature of the hug behind him comforted him a little.

"Senior, come on~"

"Although you said so, but..."

Isshiki struggled to rebuild the umbrella and raised it above his head. His cute little face seemed to be an embarrassing kitten in the rain, and his voice was as small as a cat.

"Don't worry, don't worry about your little Caiyu being blown away by the wind, because ah...heart, but it's very heavy."

In the cold wind and cold rain, such words slowly entangled my heart with inexplicable mood.

After this rain, it should probably be snow...

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Is it a special day today?Why do you always feel restless?

Is it the end of the world?Hmm...tsk, if I have dumb hair, it's not impossible to be transformed by the Tucao star, right?

Dudulu!

Do you like Da Guo Gong Sauce for building buildings?Are you okay?Was he really killed by staying in the United States?

Chapter 15 Such Komachi scores quite high

"Hey, what's wrong with you? What's the daze standing on the road?"

The piercing car whistle slashed his eardrums sharply, and the uncle driver who got out of the car looked at him impatiently, but a few seconds later waved his hand with a weird expression: "My kid, are you okay?"

Kid?

He seemed to have regained consciousness, looked down at his hands, and compared with the reference, he was only about seven years old.

"Ah, it looks like you are lost, are you lost kid? Boy?"

He blinked, and the burly uncle driver suddenly turned into a seven or eight-year-old girl, also standing in the middle of the busy street, with long black hair that floats in the wind, and a fleshy cheek with Perplexed and confused, seemingly lost child...

Little Biqigu frowned slightly: "...hui?"

"Ok?"

In the tender and light voice, the little Kato Megumi turned his head to look at her childhood sweetheart, smiled lightly, a little embarrassed.

The little girl was about to walk over to pull him, but her height soared as she stepped forward, and she jumped to nearly 1.6 meters, staring at him...

The young man Yu Guang swept around and found that he had also suddenly recovered his true height.

Haruhi Suzumiya, the head of the group was staring at him: "What are you doing here?"

"I should ask this sentence."

"What are you doing standing in the middle of the road? How many times do you want to die?"

"where am I?"

The impatience of vitality turned into three nothings, and Nagato, who had taken off his glasses, replaced Haruhi's position, still showing no expression, and even the occasional ripples in his eyes disappeared completely.

"You should be in the department."

"Are you there too?"

"Yes."

The disturbing car sounds in my ears have disappeared, and the surrounding environment seems to have been painted in another color by someone. It is a familiar department.

In the unexpectedly spacious room, there are only a long table, a few steel pipe chairs, and steel bookshelves. The two or three cracks on the ceiling and walls make people clearly appreciate how old this building is. old.

It's very quiet here, with occasional "cracking" keyboard hits, occasionally a little flipping through a book, and of course the dull humming of someone who is extremely idle while writing a diary.

"Although I think that destiny is less credible than the fact that there are water monsters in Lake Biwa, if destiny really affects people's life in a place that humans don't know, then my wheel of fortune is 80% the beginning of this time Rotating."

Standing behind Lao Xu, Biqigu watched this guy scratching his head, suffocating word by word: "It must be someone on a remote mountain, rewriting my coefficient of fate without authorization...Haha?"

Sitting on the steel pipe chair, the short-haired girl is looking at a very heavy hardcover book.

Fair skin and expressionless face, as well as fingers that are as precise as mechanical moving slowly, underneath the short hair is a straight and delicate face.

It feels like an inconspicuous doll.

Higiya leaned in front of Nagato Yuki and looked at her face carefully, perhaps because he had any comments on this harassing vision, Nagato suddenly raised his head without warning...

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"I, seem to be dreaming?"

The severe winter night breeze hit the window, and the glass in the living room rattled and rattled. He struggled to prop up his body lying on the sofa and looked outside.

The night was dark, and only the intermittent light of street lamps remained in the darkness.

It seems that my parents will not come back recently because of the company's annual meeting. There are only Isshiki and Komachi at home.

My sister is probably busy preparing for the exam and can't always be by his side. After all, there are not many days left before the exam day. Now she should be shutting herself in the room and working hard.

Does my sister feel cold...

Biqigu sat up slowly, and saw that there was still a glass of water on the table, beside it was a sticky note with Isshiki writing, reminding him to drink some water when he woke up.

He drank a big sip of water and refreshed his spirit a little. It was about ten o'clock when he looked at it. The faint odor from the kitchen was distinguished in his unblocked nasal cavity. About half an hour ago, the color should burn Some water, and the smell of brown sugar and ginger.