The rain was a little less, but it was still a little dense.

The members of the group took their umbrellas and left without saying goodbye, not seeing how enthusiastic they were. Sister Liao said that after leaving the building, everything inside became a secret. Even if they met each other on the road, they could be regarded as not acquaintances. Don't be stressed, don't be burdened.

Gradually, there were only me and Shang Muxiao left under the eaves. He was on the far right and I was on the far left. There was a long distance between the two of them. It looked only five or six meters, but it was actually a whole Mariana Trench.

Perhaps because of the rainy weather, the car could not be called for a long time, and I could not leave for a long time, so I could only embarrassedly shrink under this cramped roof with Shang Muxiao.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

I turned to look at Shang Muxiao, he was leaning against the wall, his hands fell to his side, when I met his gaze, he slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke from his mouth.

The smoke caressed his cheeks and slowly dissipated in the air, and the damp wind nudged it gently, dropping a faint smokey kiss on my face.

It's like... my favorite scene in "The Wind Backward".

I blinked, wanting to open up a little more distance from each other, but it was raining next to me, and I really had nowhere to go.

Annoying bitch, can't it just stay side by side?

In order to avoid his misunderstanding, I gave a rare comprehensive explanation: "Because someone crashed my car, I now have to take a taxi when I go out, but unfortunately it is raining today, and it is difficult to take a car nearby. This is why I still The reason for not leaving." After I finished speaking, I ignored him, lowered my head and continued to try to use the software to take a taxi.

After waiting for a timeout, he asked me if I wanted to increase the price. I just ordered it, and I was empty. I looked up in astonishment and found that Shang Muxiao took my phone away.

"Since it's me, I'll take you back." With that, he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

I looked at him in disbelief. This person really wanted to come out and come out, and he clearly said before that he didn't want to see me again, but now he wants to take the initiative to send me home.

What, regret not taking my "opportunity"?

Chapter 4 I Can Accept Your Unspoken Rules

"Need not."

Without thinking about it, I refused, stretched out my hand to Shang Muxiao, and motioned for him to return the phone.

"Have you thought about it? It's hard to get a car at this point near here." He looked into the rain, and his eyes fell on a black Hummer parked not far away.

The pitch-black behemoth stood in the open space like a monster, with a full sense of existence.

"I finally drove a 'big car'."

I continued to reach out to him, unmoved.

He snorted, threw the phone back to me, and backed away to the wall.

The rain is still falling, and don't know when it will end.

It was as if the entire Qingwan car had bypassed here, and it was as if I had been pulled into a blacklist of refusals without knowing it.

Shang Muxiao put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall, and looked into the rain curtain for a long time.

I don't know why he didn't go, but he just didn't. Not only did not leave, but also quiet like a mass of air.

I'm not sure if he's in a daze, or he's enjoying the rain, or something less virtuous - see my joke.

As time passed, I lost hope of getting a taxi and stopped looking at my phone.

"I said, it's hard to get a taxi around here."

Just sighing a little tiredly, the Shang Muxiao seemed to be paying attention to my reaction all the time, and said some schadenfreude words.

The hardship I suffered today will be counted on Shen Luoyu's head in the future.

"Come over here." I stuffed my phone into my jacket pocket.

Shang Muxiao tilted his head and looked over: "Huh?"

The protracted tone was not a surprised tone at all. I'm sure he heard it and understood it, just wanted to hear it again badly.

And say no to the second time, it doesn't really make a difference to me.

Derailment is the difference from zero to ∞, and the same should be true of showing weakness.

"Come here and go." I looked at him, chin up toward where the Humvee was.

Shang Muxiao stood up straight, with a triumphant smile on his face, took two steps forward, then stepped back and stretched out his hand towards me.

"Give me an umbrella, I hate rain."

It's okay if he doesn't explain, but once I explain it, I can't help but think.

Handing over the umbrella hanging on the armrest of the wheelchair, I asked hesitantly, "You didn't have to give it to me because of my umbrella, right?"

He held the umbrella body and smiled at me: "So what?" After speaking, he twitched suddenly, opened the black umbrella and whistled into the rain.

The black Hummer stopped in front of me, Shang Muxiao got out of the car and opened the rear door, looking like he was welcoming the big driver.

Although I still feel a little bit in my lower limbs, Shang Muxiao's car is too high to get up on my own.

I suspect he just got it right, watch my joke here.

Standing still, I didn't move for a long time, and the dark carriage was like the mouth of a giant shark, opening sinisterly towards me. Either way it's telling me it's not a good idea.

"Need help?" Finally, Shang Muxiao seemed to have had enough of the show, and decided not to disguise himself as a human-shaped mushroom attached to the door, and extended a helping hand to me.

He glanced at You Sen's "Giant Mouth", and then at Shang Muxiao. It's not a good idea, everyone knows it, but I'm still going to have to throw myself into the trap.

"Excuse me, help me." I held out my hand, showing weakness again, and found myself getting used to it more and more.

Even with the help of Shang Muxiao, the process was still not smooth.

Twelve years ago, a serious car accident damaged my spine and paralyzed my lower limbs, and my legs were completely paralyzed from that day on. I had already accepted the reality and realized that I was destined to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

For the first two years, the doctor told me to actively rehabilitate, thinking that although I could no longer walk as freely as a normal person, I might be able to stand for a while and occasionally walk around the house with a cane.

I didn't think it was any better, but my parents insisted that I had to start a painful recovery. Then, all attempts ended in failure. For the first time in my life, I realized that not all hard work pays off. And the untold disappointment on my parents' faces was more torment than the frustration of failure.