The rain hit the iron roof of the bicycle shed, and the crackling sound drowned out the sound of my heart.
On that rainy day seven years ago, Fan Chumiao huddled in the corner and rubbed her cold arms. Her trousers had already been wet by the slanting rain. Huo Chengduo didn't say anything. He suddenly squatted down and the moment his fingertips touched the material of her pants, she froze. He neatly rolled up her trousers to her knees. Without getting up, he just looked up at her on one knee. The young man's face was expressionless, but his eyes were burning with indifference, sincere and paranoid.
He held her hand that was turning white into his palm and said word by word: "Fan Chumiao, I only like you."
Later she realized that it was not a temporary impulse, but a madness that had been building up for too long and was about to burn him out.
Seven years later, it was the same rainy day again.
The black car was filled with heat. Huo Chengduo took off her muddy high heels and naturally put her cold calf on his lap. The touch of a dry towel wiping her skin was so familiar that it made people's hearts tremble. He even prepared a hot towel in advance and gently applied it to her red ankles, slowly rubbing the cold joints with his fingertips.
Just as Fan Chumiao was about to speak, she heard his low laughter, with the laziness and determination of an adult man:
"I feel sorry for my wife, can't I?"
The blush instantly burned from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. She suddenly wanted to shrink her legs but was held down. She spoke so hard that she couldn't help but said: "Who is your wife! She didn't get the certificate! No - we haven't reconciled at all!
Idea: A photo, I love you crazy.
