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Jiangcheng ushered in the first rain in August.

From small to small, the raindrops gradually become bigger and bigger, which seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu, who had just bought the peripherals, stood at the gate of the computer city and decided to rush to the parking space. If they were bigger, they would not be able to leave.

He distributed the five keyboards he bought to Ye Mozhu, and Zhang Xiaojian pointed at his head, meaning that he would use this to block it and save it from the rain.

Ye Mozhu immediately shook her head. She would rather be poured than use a steam engine retro keyboard worth nearly 10,000 yuan to block the rain, so she rushed out first.

Zhang Xiaojian followed closely with the keyboard, and suddenly found that the picture in front of him was a bit beautiful.

Ye Mozhu in the rain covered his forehead with a small hand. When he ran, he was a little clumsy like many girls. His raised hair encountered raindrops in the air, which brought a sparkle.

just..

It's just...how does it feel a little weird?

Zhang Xiaojian quickly discovered the problem that destroyed the beauty of the picture before him-Ye Mozhu turned along, and every time his left leg rose, his left hand followed.

So the beauty of this picture is completely gone, replaced by a bit funny.

Zhang Xiaojian in the rain laughed as he ran.

Ye Mozhu realized his problem, so he changed his left hand to block the rain, but when he ran again, his right hand and right leg were still swinging at the same time.

Zhang Xiaojian laughed louder when he saw this scene.

Ye Mozhu had no choice but to stop, turned his head and said solemnly: "Why are you laughing? Don't laugh."

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When I got home, it rained more and more outside.

Fortunately, the garage of the small villa is directly connected to the interior, so Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu do not need to be in the rain.

The second aunt saw that Zhang Xiaojian was coming back with Ye Mozhu's eyes, and she immediately took out a dry towel.

Seeing the second aunt approaching, Zhang Xiaojian's hands were already stretched out, only to find that the second aunt skipped him directly and came to Ye Mozhu's face: "Mozhu, come and wipe it, you can't catch a cold."

Zhang Xiaojian's hand froze in the air. He looked back at Ye Mozhu and wiped his hair with a towel with a smile. He asked, "Second aunt, are you my mother?"

The second aunt replied decisively: "No." Then the conversation changed: "Mo Zhu, you and Xiaojian went out this morning? I said this kid was arguing about shaving this morning."

Zhang Xiaojian coughed, and quickly got into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for the computer to arrive.

Seeing that the stevedores had moved in with five computers, the second aunt asked: "Zhang Xiaojian, are you planning to open an Internet cafe?"

Zhang Xiaojian came out of the bathroom and said, "It's convenient to open the black, what if Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong also want to play?"

Seeing Ye Mozhu sitting on the sofa somewhat restrained, Zhang Xiaojian said, "Go, let's go to the computer."

Ye Mozhu felt relieved and immediately rushed to the second floor with Zhang Xiaojian.

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At the same time, the construction of the music scene was forced to stop due to heavy rain.

Gao Qingsong and Bai Yang sitting in the office are staring at their small eyes.

After a moment of silence, Gao Qingsong took out a cigarette, took two puffs and asked: "That is to say, your Lele thinks you are a rich man?"

Bai Yang nodded: "Well, because I am driving a Lamborghini after all."

"How did you two meet again?"

"I met it downstairs at home."

"Are you in the car?"

"Yes."

Gao Qingsong raised an eyebrow: "It's hard to drive this car without attracting attention."

Bai Yang nodded: "The ten-year-old neighbors and relatives and friends in the family thought I was rich. They didn't believe me when I said I was just a messenger. At the same time, my heart was a bit complicated. Break the lie."

"Normal people are like this."

"Aren't we talking about Lele? You said she was because of money?"

Gao Qingsong replied: "It's hard to tell, but I know you should have fallen."

Bai Yang immediately pretended to be disdainful: "Why did I fall?"

Gao Qingsong replied with his disdain: "The reason you ask me this question is because you have fallen. Otherwise, if you are playing it, there is no need to ask me."

Bai Yang wilted, and picked up a cigarette.

Gao Qingsong watched Bai Yang ignite, took a deep breath, and shook his head. He said, "You don't dare to tell her the truth, because you're afraid to tell her, she will ignore you, right?"

Bai Yang nodded: "So it's very tangled now."

Gao Qingsong said: "In fact, there is no need to entangle, you will definitely be rich in the future."

"Because of Xiaojian?" Bai Yang was very calm.

Gao Qingsong nodded: "You and Zhang Xiaojian grew up, and it was your fate. This thing is fate, and he can treat you badly in the future? Put the man dignity thing away when you should."

Bai Yang said: "That's true, but a man, I must have a little self-esteem."

Gao Qingsong smiled and looked at the basic management book on Bai Yang's desk and said: "It's useless to see this stuff, or I'll enroll you in a class."

"What class?"

"Management, what you have to learn is okay, and then apply for an MBA. Anyway, you are not too old and you have no time to learn anything."

Bai Yang nodded his head seriously: "I think it's OK."

Gao Qingsong squeezed out the cigarette butt: "With the strength of the small sword, you may be able to toss in the future. More and more places may need your help."

Bai Yang frowned and said, "How can I hear a last word?"

Gao Qingsong looked at the heavy rain outside and did not answer directly: "It's raining really heavy."

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Gu Jiahan, the backstage of the singing bar, smiled stupidly with drum sticks.

Dongdong watched her holding her own drum sticks but occupying the pit without shit and said: "Jia Han, if you are free, you should stay away from my drum set. Wasn't it just that Huating had said platter singing? Will you let us record the album?"

Gu Jiahan was taken aback for a moment and said, "Yeah, it's not a few days since this count. Shall we call Brother Xiaojian to rehearse?"

Dongdong rolled his eyes and said: "Just go and sing a song. With his current quality, he can't catch it easily, so he can rehearse on the spot that day."

"That's right." Gu Jiahan returned the drum stick to Dongdong, then came to the window to look at the heavy rain outside and said, "It seems that there will not be many people tonight."

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At this time, Zhang Xiaojian, who had long forgotten about the concert at the back of his head, pressed the retro mechanical keyboard of the Traen steam engine, and the mouse he was manipulating shouted: "Give me a shield."

"Blow in the wind."

"Come with me."

Ye Mozhu is also sliding the mouse: "Can fight."

"Come on."

"Five kills and five kills!"

The second aunt stood behind the two with a bright smile. Although her old man couldn't understand, she always felt that the grandson should have lost this time.