When the bluestone road of Wutong Lane is soaked and shiny by the rain, five pairs of canvas shoes will always step through the puddles. Lin Xiaoman held up the camera and made a "click" sound that frightened the sparrows who were napping in the corner of the eaves. The water droplets splashed on Su Tang's sketchbook, spreading a dark blue.
"Lin Xiaoman!" Su Tang, who had a bun on his head, stamped his feet, but his brush honestly recorded the faces of the teenagers hiding in panic: Chen Ye, who was wearing overalls, was holding his schoolbag on his head as a shield when the strap of the schoolbag suddenly broke, revealing the mechanical parts stuffed inside.
"Be careful!" Zhou Yuqing shook off her ponytail and rushed over to grab Lu Chen, who almost fell. The boy who always held "A Brief History of Time" pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, but the glass bottle he held in his arms was still there - the transparent shrimp they caught by the stream last week were swimming in it.
Purpose: friendship first