He is seventeen years old.

His "story" has just begun!

This day.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao came to a small border town with strong folk customs.

We walked into a mountain forest.

According to the route on the mountain and river map, this is the last country under the mountains.

Pass through it and you will reach Lidu.

noon.

The two hurriedly lit a fire to eat, and then hurried on their way.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky, which was gradually getting gloomier.

The sun, which was still shining brightly in the morning, has hidden behind the dark clouds.

The air was so hot it was suffocating.

Su Xiaoxiao handed over a silk handkerchief, "Here you go, wipe off your sweat."

Zhao Rong took the neat silk handkerchief that exuded the fragrance of a girl, wiped it on his face casually, handed it back, and looked around, "Let's walk faster and find a place to take shelter from the rain. This rain will probably last for a long time."

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"oh."

Su Xiaoxiao lowered his head, carefully folded the silk handkerchief stained with his sweat, put it away, and responded cheerfully.

soon.

A strong wind blew.

The muggy air was cooled down.

But in this wilderness, apart from the shade of trees, Zhao and Rong still found no place to take shelter from the rain.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to take out his umbrella.

Su Xiaoxiao on the side saw this and blinked.

Zhao Rong took a look and said, "Why are you looking at me stupidly? Hold an umbrella."

Su Xiaoxiao said eagerly: "Well, I left in a hurry this morning and forgot my umbrella in the guest room..."

Zhao Rong frowned, "Why didn't you forget yourself at the inn?"

Her fox eyes narrowed into crescent moons when she smiled, and she refused to answer.

"I've convinced you, come here."

Zhao Rong put the small bookcase that Su Xiaoxiao liked to carry on his back into the Xumiwu and made way for him under the umbrella.

The more the two of them are under the same umbrella.

"Boom!"

"Hua Hua"

A heavy downpour that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

There was thunder and lightning and heavy rain.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao continued on their way.

Under the umbrella.

Men are slender and women are petite.

One left and one right.

The umbrella wasn't big, so the two of them squeezed in close to each other to make room for it.

at some point.

Zhao Rong held the umbrella in his right hand and tilted the umbrella to the right.

at this time.

It's not evening yet, but it's already dark.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's attention was entirely focused on the road ahead.

suddenly.

Zhao Rong felt a warm little hand covering his right hand holding the umbrella.

The palm is soft and smooth.

He is very familiar.

Because not long ago in Dawei, he had close contact with this hand.

However, I was just acting at the time.

On the road after that, the two of them maintained a certain tacit understanding and restored the original distance.
Chapter completed!