Hui burst out with a puff and laughed out loud.

The rain outside became heavier. At this time, the rain was like a group of cheerful, white little angels gathered in the clouds, playing down, and jumped to the ground happily. The little angels formed transparent "tulips" on the ground, and the "tulips" brought a burst of coolness and good wishes.

At this time, Zhang Jun was completely drunk and he was completely immersed in the ocean of love.

They snuggled in the pavilion, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Looking at the Liao River in the distance, it seemed like a gray cloth curtain blocking its sight, so gray that it could not be seen clearly. A few whistles from the ship were heard from a distance, but the shadow of the ship was not seen; trees not far away were also blocked by the cloth curtain, and only the general outline could be seen.

The sky is black and the surroundings are gray. They seem to be isolated from another world. There is no noise here, there is only the two of them...

Suddenly, a white, dazzling lightning flashed through the gray-black sky. Yang Jiahui covered her ears and plunged into Zhang Jun's arms. In an instant, a thunder thunder rushed over from a distance. The earth was trembling with the thunder. He hugged her tightly, for fear that she would be swept away by the thunder.

They were quietly waiting for the rain to pass by in the pavilion. Suddenly, a sparrow broke into the place from somewhere and kept chirping on the stone bench opposite. Yang Jiahui also showed her head from his arms. Looking at the sudden "guest", the sparrow was jumping back and forth on the stone bench, but her black eyes were staring at the two people, as if saying: I am here to shelter from the rain, and it will not hinder you.

The two of them looked at the little sparrow, and the little sparrow was also looking at them. Zhang Jun stretched out his hand and said, "Hi, hello!"

However, the bird didn't understand what he meant, so it spread its wings and flew away with a loud bang.

Yang Jiahui gently pinched his arm and said, "It's all your fault, I scared it away."

Zhang Jun habitually scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I am kind-hearted too!"

The two of them looked at each other and were both happy.

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered the story that Lao Hou told yesterday and asked: "Hey, do you know Fang Xia's story?"

“Know some.

What's wrong?"

"I only found out yesterday that she is also a stock god." Zhang Jun originally wanted to ask Fang Xia about her funds, but when he said that, he changed his question.

Yang Jiahui said thoughtfully: "It's really not easy for her to survive from a laid-off female worker to this day."

"I still admire her very much." Yang Jiahui said and laughed at Zhang Jun.

"It is indeed not easy to be able to get into a big house." Zhang Jun slowly brought the topic to the capital.

Yang Jiahui is a smart girl. When she understood what Zhang Jun meant, she said lightly: "They are all good, only I went in through the back door." After that, she glanced at Zhang Jun secretly with her eyes.

Zhang Jun felt that this topic was a bit troublesome, so he quickly said, "I was very moved when I heard her story yesterday. I also want to be a person like her."

"You can do it because you are timid." Yang Jiahui laughed after saying that.

Haha, Zhang Jun smiled silly.

The rain did not mean to stop at all, but instead it became heavier and heavier. The "tulips" on the ground were blooming in pieces, the water gradually increased, and the temperature dropped sharply without realizing it. Yang Jiahui couldn't help but fight a cold war, and Zhang Jun hugged her tighter.

"Look at my skirt, I'm so full of wet, it's all your fault that you didn't come early." Yang Jiahui was acting coquettishly in Zhang Jun's arms.

Zhang Jun touched the edge of his skirt. It was indeed a little wet, but it was not serious. He wanted to retract his hand, but he didn't want to touch her thighs. An electric current immediately spread from his hand throughout his body. Half of his body felt numb, and his face immediately swollen and red. Yang Jiahui was also a little embarrassed, lowering her head for a while and speechless.

Time passed minute by minute, Yang Jiahui looked at the time. The opening time had passed, and she had no intention of leaving; he had no intention of leaving either. They were chatting and smiling in the pavilion.

"Tell you a joke."

"kindness."

"When I was young, I was only three years old. Once I went to my second aunt's house to break into a relative. When I was having dinner, I was holding a bowl of rice and my cousin told me: Jun, the bottom of your bowl is leaking.

I turned the bowl over, and the result is…”

"A bowl of rice has sprinkled on you?" Yang Jiahui asked curiously.

"Yeah, but my cousin got beaten up!"

After Zhang Jun finished speaking, hehehe was having a straightforward joy.

"Look at your bad looks!" Yang Jiahui said delicately.

"I'm telling you a joke." Zhang Jun was intrigued for a moment.

"Xiaoqiang will learn Tang poetry from the teacher again. The teacher read: The bright moonlight in front of the bed..., teacher, teacher, whose girl is Mingyue?" Zhang Jun said, raising his right hand.

Yang Jiahui burst into laughter and said, "I don't think it's Xiaoqiang but Xiaojun!"

hehe.

The rain finally became much lighter, the gray "cloth curtain" was opened, the boats in the river gradually became clearer, and the "tulips" on the ground were gone. Yang Jiahui stood up from Zhang Jun's legs and passed back and forth in the pavilion several times; Zhang Jun also stood up, but his legs, who had been "pressed" for a long time, were a little numb, so he had to stand there without moving.

Yang Jiahui saw some tricks and felt a little embarrassed. She bent down and gently beat his legs. It took her a long time to move freely.

"Jiahui, are you going to the exchange now?" Zhang Jun asked.

"I want to go home and change my clothes and go in the afternoon."

"Then can I accompany you?"

Yang Jiahui waved her hands repeatedly and said, "No, you should check the market. I think the market has not yet ended."

"All right!"

Zhang Jun felt a little disappointed, but he also understood that it was not good to go to her house rashly before the time came.

Seeing that the sky finally cleared up, the dark clouds that looked like the mountains had dissipated, and the green trees and grass all seemed full of vitality after the rain. A few birds traveled back and forth between the trees, chirping non-stop. They were in a very good mood and took a deep breath of the fresh air and walked out of the pavilion.

"I'll give you a piece, okay?"

Zhang Jun begged.

"Looking at you, I'll let you accompany me for a while!"

"Look, rainbow." Yang Jiahui pointed at her finger and jumped up happily.

I saw a huge rainbow hanging on one side of the sky. The rainbow was like a belt woven by a bouquet, adorned on the blue skirt. It was a spanning the Liao River. It was such a gorgeous bridge! The bridge of hope! The bridge of happiness!

Zhang Jun took out his cell phone and shouted: "Xiaohui."

Yang Jiahui turned around with a smile.

With a "click", Zhang Jun took a photo of this beautiful moment with his mobile phone.

On the picture, the beautiful Yang Jiahui and the beautiful rainbow complement each other. Zhang Jun looked at his cell phone with a happy smile on his face. He wanted to treasure this photo forever forever...

Chapter 22: First time

Chapter 22: First time

The rain finally stopped, and the sun gradually spread to the earth through the clouds. On the banks of the Liao River, the air in the woods was particularly fresh. Zhang Jun sucked it greedily, his mind became clearer, and his mood became better. He leaned against the fence and looked at the river quietly. The fish in the river were also chasing and playing happily. From time to time, they walked out of the water and bubbling and swirling.
Chapter completed!