"Is that true?" Su Hao recalled carefully, "Oh, this has nothing to do with you, it has something to do with your father."

"ah?"

"I just think your last name is good."

“…”

Xu Yunuo almost angrily passed by. Seeing that she had been filling in the details with ink, she didn't draw the seventh frame. The battle was about to get up and snorted, "Jiang Lang has finished all his talents, can't make up the picture. I will definitely finish drawing before you this time."

Su Hao nodded lightly and said, "I think so."

Xu Yunuo was stunned.

Su Hao has always been competitive and competitive, and he will be provoked to win and lose. Being so calm is like irony.

"Are you hinting that I am overestimating my ability?" Xu Yunuo raised his eyebrows.

Su Hao shook his head and said seriously: "I really can't draw the seventh frame."

"Why?" Xu Yunuo was stunned.

"Because," Su Haobi paused, his eyes fixed on the July rain, "My August rain is absent."

*

In the second half of the class, Su Hao kept staring at the seventh square with blank space.

When Bian Ran was walking in the studio, he noticed that she was wandering around and came to her to remind her once.

She said apologetically that she had no inspiration.

She didn't know if this teacher, who was young but seemed to have a lot of experience, understood the story in her painting. Bian Ran told her that she could not wait for inspiration when she was waiting. If there was no inspiration, then look for inspiration.

Perhaps the teacher did not have a pun, just said it simply, but Su Hao seemed to have been touched by a certain nerve.

Remembering the phone call that didn't get through yesterday, after class, she suddenly felt a strong desire to get an answer immediately.

There was still some time before dinner, and Xu Yunuo wanted to take her to the library, but she said she would not go if she had something to do.

Xu Yunuo made an appointment with her to meet her at a later restaurant, so she left the studio first and went to the library alone.

Su Hao stayed in the studio alone, picked up his cell phone, made some mental preparations, and called Xu Lie again.

As a result, I still received a shutdown reminder.

She looked at the time and converted the time difference.

It's only ten o'clock in the evening in China now, so there's no reason to go to bed so early and turn off the phone.

Did Xu Lie change his mobile phone number? Or would something bad happen?

The feeling of anxiety spread in Su Hao's heart.

She searched for the solution that she could not log in on WeChat on her mobile phone, and followed the steps to verify it step by step. Because she was irritable, she kept entering the wrong password and operated dizzy for a while, and finally successfully retrieved her account.

Su Hao took a deep breath and logged into WeChat.

New news from all directions surged in like a flood.

The jumping red numbers made her dazzled her. She waited until all the messages were transmitted before she finally saw the new message in the top message box.

Su Hao pointed it open with his trembling fingers.

The screen on the interface is full of green background. It was the message she sent to Xu Lie before entering closed study, saying that she had to study hard and would not touch her phone for a long time.

After sending the message, she went to school. I don’t know if Xu Lie responded to her.

Now she saw it.

He replied to her message.

Although there was only one word, it seemed to be enough to soothe all her anxiety and uncertainty at this moment.

He said, "Be good."

*

The class was over, and an administrator came over to lock the door. Su Haohao continued to stay in the public studio and walked out with his bag. When he was going down the stairs, he saw through the windows of the stairwell that it was slightly cloudy and drizzling.

She touched the tote bag in her hand and found that she was walking in a hurry in the morning and forgot to put an umbrella inside.

However, Su Hao has no time to care whether she will be wet. While walking down, she held her phone and entered a bunch of characters in the WeChat dialog box with Xu Lie, and then deleted it.

What should I say in the first sentence at the beginning?

Say "How do you turn off your phone?" But this is a familiar lover who only contacts you every day.

He said, "I can use my phone?" But he should have told him the news as soon as possible, and now he mentioned it as if nothing had happened.

It's too awkward to say "How are you doing recently?"

Say "Are you here?" She doesn't want to sell insurance.

Su Hao frowned and was struggling repeatedly. He walked to the entrance of the teaching building, stomped his feet and lost his patience, so he simply called the voice call directly.

The familiar call ringing rang in my ears, and Su Hao stood under the porch with his cell phone in his arms, leaning against the pillar nervously.

The ringtone rang ten seconds and no one answered it.

Twenty seconds, no one answered.

Just as Su Hao's heart sank little by little and was about to sink to the end, the ringtone suddenly stopped.

She was stunned, thinking that the time limit was reached, but when she looked at the screen of the phone, she opened her eyes wide.

Time on the screen is moving around for a second.

The phone was connected.

It was obviously just a phone call that could not be met, but Su Hao suddenly didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He hurriedly put his phone back in his ear, opened his mouth, and wanted to say "Hey", but he couldn't make any sound in his throat.

The other end of the phone is also quiet.

It was so quiet that she could hear the sound of air flowing over there.

A trace of drizzle drizzle drizzle fell silently in the sky, and it was like the last July rain she painted.

Time passes by minute by minute, and the numbers on the screen become more and more accumulated.

But no one could say hello.

In the end, Su Hao even became uncertain. Is it Xu Lie's subjective intention to answer the call? She hesitated and said, "Did you answer the wrong one..." She realized that her voice was trembling violently.

The other end of the phone was still silent, until Su Hao really thought Xu Lie had just pressed the switch button when he slipped his hand, a long-lost voice rang: "Did you call the wrong one?"

Su Hao's eyes suddenly surged.

Because she was trembling when she heard Xu Lie's voice.

"No," Su Hao held back his crying and quickly denied, "I didn't call the wrong one."

"I didn't get it wrong, either." Xu Lie said in a hoarse voice.

Su Hao nodded, and only remembered that he couldn't see it after clicking.

The phone fell into silence again.

"I called you yesterday..." Su Hao said stiffly, "I called just now, why did your phone keep turning off? Have you changed your number? Or is it because you are already asleep? What time is it...?"

Su Hao was incoherent and didn't know what he said. He just spoke desperately, trying hard to use these perhaps meaningless words to block the gap this year.

Perhaps because these questions were too confusing, Xu Lie had no way to answer them, and in the end he only answered her last question: "Third to 10:30."

"Oh, yes, the jet lag is twelve hours, just in a turbulent way. You are 10:30pm and I am here at 10:30am." She continued talking nonsense.

"I mean," Xu Lie said dryly, "I'm here at 10:30 am."

Su Hao was stunned: "What?"

"Here," Xu Lie paused, "New York time, 10:30 am."

Su Hao raised his hand to rub his ears.

"No need to rub it, you're right." Xu Lie's voice finally had a smile on his face.

Su Hao jumped up suddenly and looked around and looked around.

"The direction is three o'clock." Xu Lie reminded her.

Su Hao suddenly turned around and looked towards three o'clock.

In the drizzle, the boy wearing a white shirt and black trousers and holding a black umbrella was watching her from afar and walking towards her step by step.

This is a beautiful dream she has had countless times.

This is a beautiful dream that she would rather not have lost after waking up from her dream.

Now, the boy she had been thinking about day and night came out of her dream.

It remains unchanged as she remembers.

The rain in the sky was obviously not as heavy as it was, but still as dense as a cow's hair. Su Hao seemed to hear the surging rain falling by the strong wind, which was shocking and deafening.

She stayed there, and the tote bag hooked on her finger suddenly slid down from her fingertips, making a heavy muffled sound.

Then she was finally awakened by the muffled resounding and rushed into the drizzle.

Just as a year ago, she heard about his departure and ran into the drizzle.

Xu Lie's heavy steps seemed to have regained a new life when he saw her rushing. He looked at her with a flash of eyes and took big steps towards her.

Su Hao ran under his umbrella, hit his chest fiercely, and hugged him tightly.

Xu Lie almost didn't hold the umbrella firmly because of this hit. For a moment, he hesitated. He grabbed the handle of the umbrella with one hand and put the other over her back, rubbed her into his arms with the same force, as if he was about to rub her into his bones and blood.

Su Hao closed his eyes tightly, feeling the real touch of being hugged by him, and tears fell like rain in his arms.
Chapter completed!