Chapter 103 Umbrella
The subway and bus stations are not far from here. It only takes five or six minutes to walk from Jiangda Business District to the park near the Conservatory of Music.
Su Xia thought that this was what Xu Jiqing meant by giving it to her.
She carried the cello covered with a raincoat in front of her, holding it with one hand. When she wanted to get her schoolbag, Xu Jiqing had already picked it up and slung it over her arm.
The sky outside was overcast and gloomy.
Xu Jiqing took out a black umbrella and walked out the door, "The car is here."
When did the bus stop move to the front of the cafe?
Su Xia followed Xu Jiqing blankly, looking around.
The window glass was washed white by the heavy rain. When I pushed open the door, the hot and humid steam hit me in the face. Thick raindrops hit the floor tiles, splashing columns of water.
A white online-hailing taxi drove over from outside the cobblestone pier in the distance and pulled over.
The hazard lights were on and the wipers were moving rapidly, just like her uncontrollable heart beating wildly.
With a bang, Xu Jiqing opened the umbrella with the hand holding the bag and tilted it towards her.
It darkened overhead, and the gray sky was instantly obscured.
Raindrops pattered against the umbrella. Su Xia pushed the umbrella handle towards him but failed. "The two raincoats are already wrapped tightly around me. I won't get wet."
"It's for you."
Xu Jiqing didn't look at her and said calmly, "It's just two steps away. Take good care of your piano and don't worry about anything else."
"……oh."
Su Xia lowered her eyes hastily and walked forward holding the zither.
The Jiangda business district is quite old. The floor tiles of the small square sink a few feet every two steps, and deep puddles soon form.
Su Xia tugged at his elbow and walked around to find a slightly narrower puddle. "The tiles here are not strong enough. If you step on them accidentally, your shoes will get wet. You go first. Don't worry about me. It won't take more than two seconds."
Xu Jiqing seemed not to hear it.
The black umbrella had never moved away from her head. He took a half step to the side, as if he didn't care that holding it up for her for another two meters would mean wading into the water. He urged her in a calm tone, "The car has been waiting for a long time. Hurry up."
He seems to have this temper.
Once good or bad words are spoken, the matter is settled and there is no desire to communicate with others at all.
There was no point in thinking too much, Su Xia jumped to the other side in small steps and reached out to open the car door.
I glanced at the old sneakers on the boy's feet and found that they were soaked.
Is he going to wear this for a whole day?
...How uncomfortable that must be.
Why.
The online taxi that Xu Jiqing took was a spacious SUV. Its double flash lights flashed, casting a shimmering stream of light on the road.
The car door opened, Su Xia put the cello into the back seat first, then got in herself. After putting her schoolbag in, there was still a large space.
The girl looked up at him, her eyes soft and bright. Xu Jiqing held the car door expressionlessly, but did not move towards the passenger side. He closed his umbrella and got into the car.
The boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, was almost soaked from the upper body, with water flowing down his temples.
In contrast, the girl next to him was wearing a beautiful, clean dress, and even the hair around her ears was dry.
After checking the last digit of the phone number, the driver glanced at them several times in the rearview mirror. "Conservatory of Music, right? Which gate?"
Xu Jiqing replied, "The back door."
The driver responded and turned around to drive across the street.
She couldn't see clearly under the umbrella, and only after she sat down did she see that Xu Jiqing was even soaked worse than she had imagined.
Su Xia lowered her head and unzipped her schoolbag. She didn't find any tissues, so she took out a coat from the compartment and handed it to him. "It's easy to catch a cold if your hair is wet. Please wipe it."
The knitted cardigan she used to cover her legs in the air-conditioned room was cream-colored, soft to the touch, and had a hint of the sweet fragrance of a young girl.
Xu Jiqing touched it with his fingertips, pursed his lips, and took his hand back, "No, I'll do it later."
That’s right, who would use a small sweater to wipe someone’s hair?
It doesn't absorb water, which is a bit strange.
Su Xia herself was embarrassed. She said "oh" and slowly folded the clothes back. "Will Zhang Yue be unhappy if you come out to see me off?"
"Won't."
Xu Jiqing said, "Today we are supposed to be doing the test according to the timer, so it doesn't matter whether I am here or not."
She was relieved, "How long will it take?"
Xu Jiqing looked at her, "Eleven o'clock."
That's quite a coincidence.
Su Xia didn't know what to say for a moment. She was a little happy, but she also felt it was not good to appear too happy at this time.
The corners of her mouth were almost unable to close, so she quickly turned her face to the side, pretending to study the advertising magazine stuck behind the driver's seat, in order to suppress the dimples that were almost exposed.
This car must have been paid for. Although it is not as good as the Bentley that usually picks Su Xia up, the interior configuration is not bad. There is not much smell of cigarettes. There is an air-conditioning vent facing the back seat, which is cool. She shrank back.
Xu Jiqing noticed it and raised his hand to smooth the wind leaf. "It's raining so hard, why didn't your uncle come?"
Su Xia blinked, "...Uncle has been very busy recently. He has something to do today."
No way.
In addition to last summer, Su Xiaojuan was unable to spare any manpower several times and wanted to find someone hardworking and patient to supervise the construction site. Su Lijun kept going around in circles and actively recommended himself, but all of his plans were ruined by Su Xia.
Su Lijun came to Jiangcheng from his hometown with great ambitions to make a career and took over his sister's position as the boss.
As a result, for a whole year, the closest job I had done to the center of power was being Su Xia's driver.
The rest of the time, he either helps his aunt buy groceries or chats with the company security guard. He is so idle that grass is growing on his head. If Su Xiaojuan hadn't been keeping an eye on the gas bill of his car, he would have driven his Bentley to run a private car.
Su Lijun loves to tell tales.
Whenever there was a chance of meeting Xu Jiqing, Su Xia would try to go out by herself, and only ask Su Lijun to pick her up in the afternoon and evening.
What if we have the chance to take the subway or bus together?
She doesn't want to be delayed by this cheap uncle.
I have been looking forward to this opportunity to spend time together in the car for a month. Now it is here, but summer vacation is almost over.
If only there was a way to make Xu Jiqing temporarily unable to hear, she really wanted to say a few words to the driver.
It's raining so hard, can we drive slower?
Otherwise, it would only take more than ten minutes to arrive, and she was reluctant to leave him.
This year, it became very popular to apply blue-green sun-protection films on private cars. The already unclear sky outside the window appeared even darker. Through the rolling raindrops, the car lights outside were hazy and everything seemed to be soaked in water.
Xu Jiqing's hair was wet and black, covering a little of her eyebrows and eyes. Her thin lips were light in color but moist.
Su Xia's mind was full of thoughts. She thought about the piece of watermelon that Xu Jiqing ate in her hand like a hungry dog during the field study. Then her mind drifted far away and she remembered that in her previous life, she had been married for several years but had never kissed him.
He hates being kissed by himself...
Or do you not know how to kiss at all?
It would be fine if I didn’t think about it, but when I thought about it casually, I almost had a heart attack.
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