"Why did it rain so suddenly," several people looked outside, "I can't go back now."
The bean-heavy rain fell heavily on the ground, and when such rain rushed out, it would hurt even people.
In front of the warehouse door was flat land, and a shallow layer of water quickly accumulated on the ground, which began to slowly seep into the warehouse.
There were only four or five boys who came here to move things and clean up. A few of them closed the door of the warehouse, and the wind and rain finally blocked the door.
But suddenly there was a loud crackling noise outside the warehouse, the lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, and everyone fell into darkness.
Everyone: "..."
This thunder is awesome.
So fucking miserable.
The warehouse is the size of two classrooms, but there is only a small window for ventilation. The window is very high, and on the top, there is nothing, only the occasional bright flashes from outside.
Lightning roared, and the flash of light made Qi Cheng see Qi Zhong's instantly stiff expression.
For just a short moment, Qi Cheng stretched out his hand to grab Qi Zhong's hand hanging by his side in order to avoid misreading. These hands have lost their usual temperature, become stiff and cold, and the little fingers are even trembling slightly.
Qi Cheng held him and raised his voice to several other people, "Who has a mobile phone?"
"I do not."
"It's time for the classroom."
"I'm in the classroom too."
After answering one by one, I realized that none of them had a mobile phone.
Qi Zhong's hand moved, and his voice came out from the darkness, trying to be calm, "It's okay, just wait, the heavy rain will stop after a while."
Qi Cheng frowned, not letting him take out his hand, and lowered his voice, "Qi Zhong, are you afraid?"
"Day," Qi Zhong said, "how can I be afraid of thunder when I'm ten years old?!"
Directly here, there is no silver three hundred and two taels and exposed himself.
"Your hand..." Before Qi Cheng could finish his sentence, there was a sudden thunder outside the window, and Qi Zhong's hand trembled visibly in his hand.
Sure enough, Qi Cheng sighed, and dragged him slowly inside, away from the small window of the warehouse.
The others didn't dare to move in the dark, they only heard the voices of the two of them, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"
"Find a stool and sit down first," Qi Cheng said, "Come here too, let's talk around. Don't be afraid, so many people are here, and you won't have to go back and do your homework."
His last words of reassurance, the other boys thought he was speaking to them, and immediately laughed when they heard the words, "There is nothing to be afraid of, but Qi Cheng is right, come on, come on, such a good atmosphere is really It’s perfect for talking around.”
They fumbled over, their laughter covering the thunder outside for a moment. The cold sweat on Qi Zhong's head slowly receded, he moved his hand, trying to pull it away from Qi Cheng's hand uncomfortably.
No one ever thought that Qi Zhong would be afraid of thunder, and Qi Zhong himself felt particularly ashamed.
His grandma died on a thunderstorm night, and the kind old man held his hand at the end. The thunder and lightning flashed by, his face was pale, and his eyes were cloudy. That scene became the source of Qi Zhong's nightmare.
Ever since I was a child, I was most afraid of thunder.
A bright environment with lots of people is fine, but such a closed and dark environment will arouse terrifying thoughts in people's hearts. Qi Zhong couldn't control his fear when thunder and lightning flashed.
But Qi Cheng didn't let him go, not only didn't let him go, but he was dissatisfied with his desire to take his hand away, so he pressed lightly on the back of his hand.
Now the crispness reached Qi Zhong's bones, his mind was blank, he was afraid of going away with the thunder, and could only hear the voices of other people approaching.
If you like someone, you can still have this, such an effect
"Where are you?"
Qi Cheng shook his chair, "Here."
The boys from Class 3 were getting closer and closer. From the sound of their voices, they were less than two meters away from Qi Cheng and the others.
In the dark, their hands were still tightly held together.
Qi Zhong's face turned red, and he whispered, "Qi Cheng."
Are you not afraid of being seen
At this time, there was a flash of lightning, and everyone saw the two of them holding hands.
but if... apart...
Qi Zhong was unwilling.
"What are you calling Qi Cheng for?" Xia Li approached with a smile, "I can only see two black shadows here, and I can't tell who is who. I guess it will take some time to get used to the darkness."
Qi Cheng hummed, and pulled Qi Zhong to sit inside.
Just as the two of them sat down, there was another loud noise outside the warehouse.
"Fuck!"
This sudden fall also startled others.
Tables and chairs pinged and rattled, but Qi Cheng didn't hear Qi Zhong's voice from these sounds.
He raised his other hand and stretched it out towards Qi Zhong tentatively.
Touched Qi Zhong's face.
The hand that charged by the second reached forward very gently this time, touched Qi Zhong's cheek, and reached his lips.
Qi Zhong bit his lip tightly, unwilling to reveal the slightest conceit, but he didn't expect Qi Cheng to make a move. When Qi Cheng's hand touched his face, Qi Zhong completely froze in place.
Qi Cheng rescued the battered lips, but when he wanted to withdraw his hand, Qi Zhong stuck out his tongue and licked his fingertips like a gu.
"What's going on these days, it's raining twice in three days."
"It's autumn," another person replied, "Damn it, that sound almost made me pee just now. I don't know if the warehouse is empty. I think there is an echo effect here."
"I feel that the atmosphere and location are quite suitable for telling ghost stories. Do you want to play or not?"
"Playing with your sister! It's no use for girls to tell ghost stories."
"The last time I ran around and saw Keban, the boys in their class were so happy. Less than a quarter of them were full of beautiful girls."
"There are 4 classes next door..."
In the corner, the tables and chairs are the innermost.
Qi Cheng's fingers were still at the position just now, and the warm touch of his fingertips just now made it easy to think of something.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Qi Zhong blushed and replied thickly, "What did I do just now?"
Qi Cheng said directly, "You lick me."
"Do you have evidence?" Qi Zhong said, "You slandered me."
Qi Cheng stopped talking.
Only then did Qi Zhong feel a little uneasy, and he said again, "Why don't you talk anymore?"
The conversation between the two of them was very soft, interspersed with the conversation of the group, and only each other could hear it.
"My fingers are still wet," Qi Cheng said, "You didn't lick them, but a ghost?"
Qi Zhong found a point where he could take advantage of the loophole, "Do you have evidence? Bring the evidence!"
Even though he knew it well, he still insisted on being a rascal.
The touch of the fingertips still remained at the fingertips, the warm to hot feeling, tingling and tingling, like an electric shock.
Qi Zhong licked his mouth, feeling like he had eaten ice cream just now.
Qi Cheng moved suddenly, his fingers moved forward, and touched Qi Zhong's lips again.
Qi Zhong was stiff all over, not knowing what he was going to do.
Qi Cheng poked into his lips, only staying outside, politely not crossing the line, the warm, scalding feeling came over again, not far from the feeling just now.
"It's you, Qi Zhong." Qi Cheng said in a tone of "Look, I said it".
Apart from his voice, Qi Zhong could no longer hear the sound of wind and rain outside the warehouse. He was still thinking about whether to speak, but found that he could no longer control his body.
He wanted to turn his head away, to say with the cheek that this was not evidence.
The reality is that he is so guilty that he can't say anything.
Sentimentality and something that stimulates the upper brain resist each other, making the rationality less and less. Someone kicked the corner of the table, and the loud noise made Qi Zhong stand up abruptly, and was brought back because of the too violent action. fall.
It was dark everywhere here, and there were hard objects like benches, tables and chairs, Qi Cheng was startled, and pulled him towards himself.
Qi Zhong slammed into his arms so hard that tears came out from the pain, "Fuck..."
The nose hit Qi Cheng's chest, this guy is so strong.
The most irritating tear duct is the nose, his swearing has a nasal sound, Qi Cheng thought, Qi Zhong won't be crying, he hesitated for a moment, pulled down the opponent's hand, held Qi Zhong's face from his arms, and pulled it closer to their own eyes.
Thumbs tentatively touched the corners of his eyes, and touched a circle of wet marks.
really cried.
Such a big man, such an adult man, actually shed tears.
"..." Qi Cheng, "You cried."
His tone made Qi Zhong feel ashamed.
Qi Zhong covered his nose, his tone was almost suffocated by him, Qi Cheng usually looked like he had a high EQ, but why he fell to the other extreme at this time, he muffled and refused to admit it, "I didn't cry."
Qi Cheng, "Qi Zhong, I found out that you are really a liar."
His voice is lingering like a willow branch in the heavy rain, and the liar is read out by him, as if it has been coated with a layer of gold, and the derogatory words have become commendatory, everyone loves to hear it.
The classmate who accidentally kicked the foot of the table just now wailed, "It hurts me to death!"
If there is thunder and lightning, even if it is only for a short moment, others will find out how weird their posture is.
Qi Cheng was still holding Qi Zhong's face, his slender fingers moved from Qi Zhong's jaw to the bridge of the nose, "Did you hit your nose?"
Qi Zhong said in a muffled voice, "Yes."
"It hurts," Qi Zhong said, "Qi Cheng, your fucking chest is really hard."
"How can you be a man if you are not tough?"
Qi Zhong hissed in pain, "It hurts - what are you doing?"
Qi Cheng put down his hand pinching the bridge of his nose, and said slowly: "See if the bridge of your nose is injured."
"Oh," he stopped touching his face, and Qi Zhong felt something was wrong again, "Fuck, you were driving just now?"
Qi Cheng just said that he was tough? !
This is trying to imply something to him!
"What car did you drive?" Qi Cheng replied in his own words, "Do you have evidence?"
Qi Zhong almost choked back his tears.
The temperature inside the warehouse is very low, and it is getting colder and colder as the weather outside. This place is not like a classroom, even if there are four or five people there, there is no heat at all. The voices of the few people chatting are getting lower and lower, and they start to look at the door, feeling worried.
It stands to reason that such a heavy rain will weaken after a while, but it has been about 20 minutes now, not to mention that the rain has weakened, they feel that the wind has become stronger.
Blowing past the window, leaving behind a whirring sound.
"What should I do?" Xia Li showed a sad face, and subconsciously looked in Qi Cheng's direction, unable to see clearly, "Qi Cheng, is there a way?"
"Teacher Yang knows we are here," Qi Cheng said, "wait for him to come."
"The teacher doesn't have an umbrella either."
Someone pointed at the door and exclaimed, "My God, the warehouse is overflowing!"
After his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, there was indeed a piece of ground next to the door that was darker than the others. Qi Cheng raised his wrist and stared at the watch, trying to see the time clearly.
"It's almost twenty o'clock," he said after a long time, "get out of class is over."
Qi Cheng thought for a while, and then made a decision, "get out of class will be over, the students will pass by here, let's run out in the rain, and rub umbrellas when we see anyone holding an umbrella. With this kind of rain, you will get soaked if you run for a few seconds longer. Hurry up, everyone."
"That's the only way," said the students in the class, "I hope you don't catch a cold."
After the get out of class bell rang, Teacher Yang didn't come over either. They opened the door of the warehouse, and the rain outside suddenly poured into the warehouse.
The icy wind wrapped in the rain, and several people stood a little farther away. Qi Cheng suddenly remembered something, he turned his head to look in Qi Zhong's direction.
The light outside can at least tell people's expressions, Qi Cheng's sudden turn of his head met Qi Zhong's eyes.
The boy's brows were restrained and arrogant, his hair was so stiff that it flew upwards, his face was handsome, and the cold sweat disappeared.
Only the eye sockets are reddish, and the eyes looking over in the storm are more vibrant than the blooming flowers.