Mengtang's wrists were firmly held, and Wei Chuan was tall, his arms hanging high to protect her from the rain.
The playground was close to the training hall, and Meng Tang was pulled by him to hide under the eaves.
Only the main entrance is open in the museum. Many people are too lazy to go around to the main entrance and just wait for the rain to stop under the side eaves.
Meng Tang patted the rain on his body and panted slightly: "Why are you here?"
Wei Chuan answered the question inappropriately: "How is it? Are you wet?"
Meng Tang shook his head: "It's not that wet."
Her position was closest to the side entrance of the training hall, but this also caused the people who came after to squeeze her and Wei Chuan in one layer at a time.
The light from the mobile phone seemed small and dim in the huge outdoor space, but it was enough for Meng Tang to trace the outline of Wei Chuan with his sight.
There was a layer of moisture on his short hair, and there were water droplets on his face.
Meng Tang took out a piece of cotton cloth from his pocket and handed it to him: "You can wipe it with it."
"What?" Wei Chuan picked it up and looked at it by the light, "A handkerchief? "
Meng Tang said: "No, it's just a piece of clean cotton cloth, which I use when transporting wood carvings."
Wei Chuan smiled and brushed his wet short hair with the cotton cloth.
There were many people standing around him, but fortunately the two of them were leaning against the wall, and no one noticed him. Wei Chuan got a little closer and asked in a low voice:
"Are you running alone?"
Meng Tang said "Hmm": "I stayed in the restoration laboratory until half past eight and didn't come out. What about you? Why are you in the playground?"
Wei Chuan stuffed the cotton cloth into his pocket and said: "From six o'clock to 8:30, I had an hour of free time. I lost the game with my teammates and took the risk to run two laps on the playground. It started to rain as soon as I came out."
Meng Tang was amused. This training life is also quite colorful.
The rain was pouring, and it didn’t slow down in more than ten minutes.
Going back like this, you will be wet from beginning to end, but the young couple beside you can't wait any longer.
Girls complained that the rain was too heavy and they were tired from standing, while boys said they could rest on him.
The girl hugged him, humming and coquettishly in the boy's arms.
The boy kissed and coaxed her, making Meng Tang beside her so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
This attitude of being like no one else is treating all the people around him like nothing.
Wei Chuan patted Meng Tang on the shoulder and changed places with her.
He said "hello" in the boy's ear: "Brother, there is someone else next to you. When it comes to love, it depends on the occasion."
The boy snorted: "I don't have a girlfriend, so why are you so upset here?"
"Am I sour?" Wei Chuan laughed angrily, "The sound of the two of you kissing was louder than the sound of the rain. Do you want to bring a bed over for you two?"
There was a burst of laughter around, this matter will become a hot gossip tomorrow.
Meng Tang particularly admires Wei Chuan for this, while others hang their heads in embarrassment and speak out about his past justice.
The girl pushed her boyfriend and said, "Let's go back to bed. I don't know when the rain will stop."
The boy responded, turned around and pushed Wei Chuan: "Get out of the way."
Wei Chuan was caught off guard and bumped into Meng Tang who was behind him. Meng Tang said "Oh" and covered his nose.
Wei Chuan had no intention of pursuing the matter and turned around and asked Meng Tang, "Where did you hit it?"
"The nose." Meng Tang replied angrily.
"Let me take a look." Wei Chuan came closer, smelling the aroma of wood on the tip of his nose, and his raised hand froze.
The height difference between the two of them was huge, and the fragrance seemed to come from Meng Tang's slightly open collar. You could only smell a little bit if you were close.
Meng Tang was unaware, raised his head and shook his head: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She looked at her phone, it was already past nine o'clock, and said:
「雨一直不停，我也不能站在这儿等，要不我也回去吧。」
大不了淋一场雨。
She was indeed very tired and wanted to go back to the dormitory and lie down.
Wei Chuan raised his finger and said, "Don't worry, there are still so many people here, and the rain is so heavy. You will catch a cold when we go back."
Meng Tang frowned because a cold would delay time.
"Come with me to the training hall, there are umbrellas there." Wei Chuan said, "I thought the rain would stop soon."
Just when Meng Tang was about to respond, Xie Lingyin called:
"Meng Tang, where are you? Do you know if it's raining?"
"I was hiding from the rain in the gymnasium."
"Why did you get there?"
"It started to rain halfway through the run, so I met Wei Chuan, and he took him here to take shelter from the rain."
"Meet Wei Chuan?" Xie Lingyin laughed, "Then let him take you back."
At this point, she must have finished taking a shower.
Meng Tang hung up the phone, and he and Wei Chuan squeezed through the crowd and walked in a large circle into the main entrance of the training hall.
Entering the basketball court, a dark-skinned boy booed:
"Hey, Brother Chuan, I really brought a girl here."
"Go away, it started raining before I even ran away. This is Meng Tang, my friend."
Mengtang smiled politely and waved to them.
Wei Chuan turned around and explained to her: "If you lose in the game, I'm going to take a big risk. Let me go to the playground and bring a girl over."
Meng Tang: "..."
I'm really good at playing.
Several people on the school team rolled their eyes: "Oh, friends, we understand~"
"You know nothing." Wei Chuan retorted mercilessly.
"Friends, we are all good friends."
"Friends go together for life, those days are no longer the same, in one word..."
Someone started singing.
Wei Chuan said with a smile: "Shut up quickly, the tune has gone to Milan."
He patted one of them on the shoulder: "Where's the umbrella? Let me use it."
"In my bag, I asked you to bring an umbrella if it rains tonight, but none of them listened."
Wei Chuan rummaged through his bag and found a folding umbrella. He raised one towards Meng Tang and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."
"Brother Chuan, are you coming back? This is the only umbrella in our team."
Wei Chuan smiled and said deliberately: "I won't come back."
"If you dare not come back, we will lift you up and throw you into the rain."
Wei Chuan waved to them with his back.
"They..." Meng Tang hesitated.
"It's okay, I have to come back for training later. Maybe the rain will stop by then."
As he said that, Wei Chuan took out a jacket from a black bag and handed it to Meng Tang: "The umbrella is small, put this on to protect it from water."
Meng Tang grabbed the clothes, glanced at the boy behind him, and asked, "Whose is it?"
Wei Chuan thought about being refused a coat on the high-speed train, and said, "It's for the coach."
Meng Tang: "...you gave me the coach's clothes?"
Wei Chuan: "It's okay, he bought too much and can't wear it, so he brought it for us to wear. We haven't taken a shower yet, so we can't try it on, so I'll lend it to you first."
Meng Tang was pushed out by him.
When she left the house, it was still raining heavily, so Wei Chuan reminded her to put on her coat.
After Meng Tang put it on, he found that his hands could not be exposed.
She lowered her eyes and rolled down her sleeves, and asked Wei Chuan: "How tall is your coach?"
Wei Chuan: "185."
185, that's really a big deal. Meng Tang raised his head and gestured with his eyes: "How tall are you? I think you can wear it."
“190,” Wei Chuan opened the umbrella: “What about you?”
“165.” Meng Tang stuck the zipper to the top, “Net height.”
“25 centimeters is such a big difference?” Wei Chuan raised his hand to compare the gap between the two.
Meng Tang: "...What do you mean?"
"It's nothing," Wei Chuan's eyes were full of smiles, "Let's go, the rain is getting heavier again."
Meng Tang snorted secretly, and followed him into the rain curtain intertwined like silk threads.