novelinnhs Chapter 170 We've Broke Up
Chapter 170 We've Broke Up
The rain started falling in the last ten minutes of evening self-study.
First, a drop hit the windowpane.
Snapped.
Another drop.
Then the whole window was stained, and rainwater streamed down the glass, blurring the streetlights outside into patches of light.
When the bell rang, the corridor was already full of people.
Some people were waiting for the rain to stop, some were carrying their backpacks on their heads and rushing outside, and some were calling to have umbrellas delivered.
Song Huan stood at the classroom door, opened her schoolbag, and rummaged through it to find an umbrella.
It was black and folded, tucked between the textbook and pencil case.
He had just touched the umbrella handle when a figure walked past him.
Xiao Yunqing had her hair tied in a ponytail, and the zipper on her school uniform was zipped up all the way.
I walked at a moderate pace into the rain, and my hair was immediately covered with a fine layer of water droplets.
Song Huan froze for a moment, still clutching the umbrella in her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Go home." Xiao Yunqing didn't even turn her head, her voice indifferent, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.
Song Huan quickly pulled out the umbrella, opened it, and the black cloth spread out above her head with a creak.
"It's raining, can't you wait for me?"
Xiao Yunqing didn't stop walking. "No, I've already broken off all ties with you."
His voice was still the same, expressionless, as if he were reading a textbook.
Song Huan stood by the corridor, watching her walk away.
Rain fell on her shoulders, darkening a patch of her school uniform.
He sighed. "Alright, you can go now."
His tone was full of indifference.
Song Huan opened the umbrella and walked to the other side.
Xiao Yunqing paused briefly, as if she had tripped over something.
She bit her lip. "Okay."
The rain is getting heavier.
The drizzle turned into large raindrops, hitting the ground and splashing up tiny water droplets.
Xiao Yunqing walked along the school path, her pace neither fast nor slow, but her shoulders were hunched over.
Her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead, with water running down her cheeks.
The school uniform was mostly wet, its color changing from light blue to dark blue, and it clung to my body.
She looked down at the tips of her shoes in the water.
Water seeped over the shoes, wetting the laces and darkening their color.
He really doesn't care about me anymore.
[He took my threat seriously when I said we were breaking up.]
[Has he been wanting to break off our friendship for a long time?]
[I'm so sad.]
Suddenly, the top of my head went black.
The rain stopped, or rather, it was blocked by someone.
She looked up and saw a black umbrella, its frame open, water dripping from its edges.
Song Huan stood beside her, holding an umbrella, her face showing helplessness.
She had seen that kind of helplessness many times; he always had that expression whenever she threw a tantrum.
"I'll take you."
Xiao Yunqing looked away, focusing on the road ahead. "Who asked you to give me a ride? I'm breaking up with you."
With her lips pouting and chin raised, she was about to take a step to the side and jump into the rain.
Song Huan grabbed her arm, not with much force, but very steadily.
She was pulled back, her shoulder bumping into his arm.
The umbrella wobbled, and raindrops were flung off the edge.
"Stop fooling around, okay? You'll catch a cold."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.
Xiao Yunqing didn't move anymore.
Standing under the umbrella, water dripped from my soaked school uniform, staining the ground with tiny dots.
She didn't look at him or say anything, but she didn't walk any further into the rain.
The two people were walking on the school path.
The umbrella wasn't big, and the two of them squeezed under it, their shoulders about a fist's width apart.
Students passing by, holding umbrellas, glanced at it, then glanced at it again, and even turned back as they walked away.
It's not common for two people to share an umbrella at No. 1 Middle School.
"Look over there," someone whispered.
"Our school? They've got some nerve."
"They might just be going that way."
"On the way? Look how crooked that umbrella is."
Xiao Yunqing's ears turned red.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess, like water that's been stirred up.
[What are they looking at?]
[What's so interesting about it?]
Haven't you ever seen someone using an umbrella?
[Won't he feel ashamed?]
She turned her head, wanting to see his reaction. Then she froze.
Song Huan's left side was exposed outside the umbrella.
The school uniform on my shoulder was soaked, the color of which had darkened by a shade. The sleeves were clinging to my arms, and rainwater was dripping down from the cuffs.
When she looked up again, the umbrella in his hand was completely tilted towards her, with the center of the umbrella directly above her head. The black umbrella fabric covered her entire body, and water dripped down from the edges like a small waterfall.
Half of his body was outside, and raindrops pattered on his shoulders, splashing up tiny droplets.
The rain is getting heavier.
The sound of rain grew louder and louder, drowning out the sounds of cars in the distance.
Song Huan was still saying something, seemingly complaining about the rain.
That's summer for you; the rain comes and goes as it pleases.
His voice was broken by the sound of rain, intermittent and hard to hear.
Xiao Yunqing pouted and reached out to grab the umbrella handle.
Song Huan reacted quickly, pulling her hand back and patting the back of her hand.
"What are you doing!"
Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything, and went to snatch it again.
This time, both hands were used: one hand gripping the umbrella handle, and the other pulling his wrist.
Song Huan raised her hand higher, causing the umbrella to swell upwards.
Xiao Yunqing stood on tiptoe, but couldn't reach it. She jumped, but still couldn't reach it.
My soaked shoes splashed a small patch of water as I stepped on the ground.
"Can you please stop repaying kindness with enmity?" Song Huan held the umbrella up even higher, her voice filled with exasperation. "This is my umbrella! What if you steal it from me?!"
Xiao Yunqing lowered her hand.
She looked at Song Huan.
Half of his body was in the rain, and the other half was under the umbrella, as if he had been cut in half by a line, the left side dark blue and the right side light blue.
She took a step to the left, her shoulder touching his.
She reached out, grasped the umbrella handle, and instead of grabbing it, pushed the umbrella slightly towards him.
Song Huan was stunned.
She let go, letting her hands fall down, clutching the hem of her school uniform.
I didn't look at him; I kept my eyes on the road ahead.
Rain dripped from the edge of the umbrella, pattering onto the ground between the two people.
Song Huan straightened the umbrella.
He didn't say anything.
The two walked side by side, shoulder to shoulder, their steps in sync.
Rain dripped from the edge of the umbrella and landed on the shoulders of the two people.
……
When I got home, the rain hadn't stopped.
Song Huan pushed open the door, folded up the umbrella, and placed it on the balcony.
Water dripped from the umbrella and pooled on the ground.
Zhang Xuejuan peeked out from the kitchen.
"It's raining so hard outside, I thought you weren't coming back."
"What can you do if you don't come back? Become a homeless person?"
Song Huan changed her shoes and walked into the living room.
Song Wentao sat on the sofa, holding a teacup, looking at his phone.
Song Huan stood in front of the coffee table, looking at him.
"dad."
Song Wentao raised his head.
Song Huan complained, "Why did you put me in the newspaper?"
Song Wentao put down his teacup and said unhurriedly, "I only found out it was you this morning, so I just wrote it down."
Song Huan looked at his face, calm and matter-of-fact, as if he were talking about something very small.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
Zhang Xuejuan came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of cut fruit, and placed it on the coffee table.
"It's a good thing to be in the newspaper." She forked a piece of apple and handed it to Song Huan.
"Look how hard it is for other people to get featured in the newspaper, but your grandparents would be so happy if they did."
Song Huan took the apple, took a bite, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.
"Will you give me my favorite Xizhilang jelly?"
Zhang Xuejuan was stunned for a moment.
Song Wentao was also taken aback.
The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Song Huan at the same time.
Song Huan chewed on an apple, her expression serious, as if waiting for an answer.
Zhang Xuejuan looked at him for two seconds, then turned to Song Wentao, "What did he say?"
Song Wentao shook his head, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.