Second Hand Love Letter

The rain washes the world anew, and the fragrance without any smell is cold and pure.

Shi Ran raised her eyes abruptly, just in time to meet Chen Ruoyu's gaze.

"You gave someone else your umbrella, have you thought about what to do with yourself?" Chen Ruoyu asked with a blank face.

Shi Ran couldn't understand whether Chen Ruoyu's words were educating himself, or just a simple question, so he simply rolled his eyes and replied with a smile, "Isn't there still you?"

There were people entering and leaving the convenience store, and the warm wind blew across Chen Ruoyu's face through the drizzle. The supple forehead floated slightly, and there seemed to be ripples in her calm eyes.

"Go home?" Chen Ruoyu asked.

Shi Ran nodded.

"Get in the car." Chen Ruoyu said and pressed the key in her hand.

The bright yellow headlights flickered twice in the rain and fog, and the black Maybach that Shi Ran once rode on stopped quietly on the side of the road.

It was only a few steps from the convenience store to the car, and Shi Ran didn't get half a minute in the car.

The cold wind blew in from the cab of the car, Shi Ran fastened his seat belt, but when he looked up, he saw that the shoulders of Chen Ruoyu, who had just sat in, were a degree deep, and there were a few small water droplets hanging from the edge of the wool cloth.

Only then did Shi Ran realize that Chen Ruoyu's umbrella was actually not that big.

Since he was well protected under the umbrella all the way, it must be someone else who made the sacrifice.

The hot air from the air conditioner made Shi Ran's clenched palms warm and humid, and the disappointment just now under the eaves was slowly dissipated.

The rain that kept washing the glass blurred the scenery outside the window. Shi Ran remembered something and said to Chen Ruoyu, "By the way, I found my bracelet."

"Where?" Chen Ruoyu asked calmly.

"It was taken by Song Yi. She asked me to attend her birthday party on the weekend before returning it to me." Shi Ran said.

"You can call the police." As Chen Ruoyu spoke, she saw Shi Ranwu in the corner of the light smiling.

But that laugh was not a surprise that I figured out at first, but more like a lot of helpless self-mockery.

"That's her scheming. She didn't admit that she stole the bracelet during the whole conversation with me. When I called the police, she would say that she picked it up, or cleaned up the house, and even sentenced it to death. Can't judge her."

The rain outside the window cast a blurry shadow on the whole world, and Shi Ran's eyes filled with disappointment and disgust again: "I really don't know if it's my wishful thinking or she concealed it all these years. Great, I didn't even see that she was such a person."

Chen Ruoyu looked at the person beside him who was in gloom because of this incident, and felt a lot more distressed in his heart.

The hand holding the steering wheel shook slightly, like a silent tug-of-war between reason and sensibility.

But before she could reach out her hand, Shi Ran's voice came from her ear again: "Didn't she say she wanted me to celebrate her birthday? I'll just go."

Shi Ran looked at the rainy scene outside the window and squinted slightly, the pure black pupils were turbulent, as if a heavy rain was brewing, "She wants to hold a solo exhibition and invite so many people, I really don't know her I can't stand my face."

Chen Ruoyu seemed to know something, and commented bluntly: "You can't hold it up with eloquent words and eloquence."

Shi Ran didn't expect Chen Ruoyu to take his words, but felt as if he had found a comrade-in-arms who stood on the same front as him.

In fact, she has always been used to fighting alone, so when she suddenly heard that someone matched her, she couldn't help but feel a little more confident in her heart.

Strange to say.

Obviously there is only one more person around, but it seems to have a huge support.

The fighting spirit is high, as if it must be done.

It's just that people with high fighting spirit still have to bend over in front of money.

Shi Ran looked at the little money left in his mobile banking, and calculated, "Then tell me, what should I wear? Those Chinese-style dresses must not be cheap. Why don't you rent one, or Seven days without reason?"

If it was in the past, she would definitely be able to afford this nearly four-digit figure, but now she has a mountain called mortgage on her body, and she can't get enough to eat, so how can she have the money to buy luxury goods.

Thinking like this, Shi Ran posted on her Weibo account, and said in a melodious manner, "Otherwise, I'll find a few gold master fathers. As long as they can pay me a large deposit now, I can draw anything."

When Shi Ran said this, he felt a gaze cast on the side of his face.

Chen Ruoyu stopped the car for no apparent reason and looked blankly at the person who just said that.

The sky was darker than before, and the lights in the carriage were dim.

Shi Ran felt a little guilty for no reason, but he still refused to admit defeat: "What... what's wrong? It's my freedom to draw any manuscript."

Chen Ruoyu looked at Shi Ran so deeply, her dark pupils were like a huge net, and she wanted Shi Ran to be imprisoned and hidden.

Time seemed to stagnate in the carriage. I don't know if it took a while or just a second before Chen Ruoyu lightly opened her thin lips and said, "We're home."

The voice fell, and the pause of time was lifted.

Shi Ran looked at the umbrella that Chen Ruoyu took the initiative to hand over to him, and was a little flattered: "I'll trouble you to take me home, so I won't take your umbrella, just these two steps."

But Chen Ruoyu was different, still handing the umbrella to Shi Ran.

The street lamp turned on at this time, and it fell on the silent face, which looked a little more warm and did not violate the harmony.

Shi Ran didn't refuse anymore and took Chen Ruoyu's umbrella: "Thank you."

After saying that, she hurriedly ran towards the apartment where she lived.

This point is not considered the peak time of elevator use, Shi Ran carried the meal and entered the empty elevator alone.

It was also at this time that there was a vibration from her mobile phone, and a very simple line of words jumped out.

—[Icarus: Madam, make an appointment. [knock knock]]

Shi Ran watched the little penguin on the screen knock on the door, and couldn't help but smile a lot.

This Icarus is one of her long-term draft clients. Since her university, she has asked her for custom-made drafts. Rather than contract drafts, it is better to say that she stipulates a range for Shi Ran to play freely, which Shi Ran has encountered over the years. The father with the best temper and the most money, the regular gold owner.

Icarus hasn't contacted him much in the past year. Shi Ran thought she had abandoned him, but he didn't expect that she would show up when he needed money the most.

Shi Ran didn't dare to delay, he hurriedly hung the lunch on his wrist, and quickly tapped the keyboard: [What kind of appointment is this time? 】

The reply from there was also very fast: [Fox personification, adult woman, ancient style, the rest of the wife can play freely. 】

【it is good. 】 Shi Ran replied decisively.

She likes this kind of gold master father who doesn't ask much the most.

The elevator quickly reached the floor where Shi Ran lived, and the silver door opened slowly, but Shi Ran did not go out.

She was hesitating about how to discuss with the gold owner's father about paying a little more deposit this time, when she saw that the elevator door was slowly closing.

Shi Ran hurriedly pressed the button for delayed door closing, hurriedly put the phone in his pocket and walked out of the elevator.

Just as she opened the door and walked into the house, she felt a short vibration in her thigh against the coat.

Not a message from Icarus, but a transfer text message from a familiar account.

Shi Ran hurriedly glanced at the unsustainable deposit amount in the text message over the years, and threw himself on the sofa in frustration.

Why didn't I say it earlier, it seems that I have to take another order...

Suddenly, Shi Ran seemed to have sensed something was wrong, so he hurriedly took out the phone from under his butt, stared at the text message just now and counted zero carefully.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand...thousands.

...100,000!

This time Icarus paid her twice as much as a very high-quality drawing.

Shi Ran felt that his typing hands were shaking: [Are you typing too much? 】

But I don't want the people over there to be more calm than her: [No, anyway, I will ask you to make an appointment this year, so I will put them here first. 】

Shi Ran was deeply moved by Icarus' reassuring behavior. After sending Icarus an emoji of a penguin refill, he quickly switched the chat box and shared with Chen Ruoyu: [I have the money to buy it. Clothes! [Little penguin pats belly]]

However, she did not know why her first thought after receiving this good news was to share it with Chen Ruoyu, not Xiaoba and the others.

But after all, it is a happy thing. Even if the person opposite is an ice cube face, he will definitely be infected. Give yourself a smile.

However, Shi Ran was wrong, and what Chen Ruoyu sent was just a sentence that fit her personality very well: [Congratulations. 】

Cold, not even a cute emoji.

Shi Ran was a little disgusted, and before she could complain, another message popped up in the chat box: [Do you know where to go to order a dress? 】

Shi Ran was stunned for a moment, and there was only a lot of distress in his eyes.

It is true that the money is there now, but it seems that there is really nowhere to spend it.

The Maybach on the roadside of the apartment parked quietly in the rain, like a giant beast dormant in the dark.

The dim windshield showed the light of the mobile phone screen, and a bank text message suddenly jumped out from the top of the screen.

[Your savings card account ending in 9100 will transfer and withdraw RMB 1 at 19:21 on November 26th…]

It's just that the person sitting in the car raised his hand and swiped it away without waiting for the windshield to stay on the text message screen for longer.

Chen Ruoyu looked at the chat box that had been silent for a long time, as if she had anticipated Shi Ran's ignorance, and said: [After get off work tomorrow, I will wait for you in the underground parking lot. 】