In the south of July, the weather said it would turn. No, it was sunny just now, but it was cloudy again.

"unfortunately, it's raining again!" Zhao fan curled his mouth and complained. He put out his right hand and groped in his trouser pocket for a while, took out a box of "Panda", pinched the flat package, sighed helplessly, threw it on the road wet by the rain, looked at the cigarette box, and started to stay.

through the hazy rain, this ordinary looking young man, who is about 178cm tall, is squatting at the door of a convenience store. He is wearing a short sleeved sportswear of "Li Ning" on his upper body, a big underpants over his knees and a pair of slippers on his feet.

"in such a weather, Lao Wang shouldn't go today, should he Zhao fan muttered to himself and looked at the sky again. The rain will not stop for a while. It seems that it will rain back.

Zhao fan, a post-80s young man, was an orphan when he was young. His parents abandoned him before he had memories. He didn't hate them because he had no impression on his parents and naturally could not talk about feelings. Zhao fan is crossing the waves on the main road and grabbing food with wild dogs, but that's all in the past.

now Zhao fan is a small employee of a repair shop. It's a very small shop. He usually repairs a TV and radio for the neighborhood. The owner of the shop is Wang. He takes good care of Zhao fan. Zhao fan worked there before he graduated from junior high school. Until now, he graduated from senior high school and didn't go to college, he became a common repairman in the shop.

Zhao fan has a rented one bedroom one hall cottage next to the repair shop, which is funded by the government. There is a second-hand computer in the cottage. Zhao fan often uses the Internet to kill boring time.

"I don't know if the novel of today's starting point has been updated!" Zhao fan whispers that novels are Zhao fan's favorite pastime. Today, Zhao fan went out to buy something. His family was seriously short of food. Unexpectedly, it rained.

Zhao fan looks at the gloomy sky and sighs helplessly. He doesn't know when the rain will stop. There are no pedestrians in the hot street. Zhao fan looks back at the convenience store behind him, leans the rice bag to the door and enters.

I picked out a bag of soft white sand and paid Zhao fan to chat with the salesgirl in the convenience store, who had been taking a makeup mirror from left to right.

Zhao fan takes out a match and lights up a cigarette. He takes a deep breath and spits out a round circle of eyes. Zhao fan has practiced this skill for a long time. It can be said that Zhao fan is just to learn how to smoke!

as soon as Meimei's eyes brightened, "really good, how did you do it? How about teaching me? "

Zhao fan laughs and puts his head together. "Well, it's hard to say. You put your mouth together. I'll let you feel the shape of your mouth!"

Meimei's face turned red, and she scolded Zhao fan angrily, "hooligan!"

Zhao fan looks out, but it's going to rain for a while, so he continues to talk with Meimei. Meimei is still shy and refuses to take care of Zhao fan. But at last, Zhao fan successfully arouses Meimei's desire to talk with him by virtue of his three inch tongue.

this gloomy weather is also suitable for chatting. God gave Zhao fan a chance to grumble. Do not look at Zhao Fankou Huahua, but he is actually a standard virgin!

"Oh, you are a real man Thief! " With the passage of time, the rainy days outside have not changed, but the relationship between Zhao fan and Meimei in the convenience store has been growing. Suddenly Meimei pointed at Zhao fan and shouted.

Zhao fan lowers his head, imagining that he might say goodbye to the tragic identity of virgin today. Suddenly, hearing the words of Meimei, Zhao fan is stunned, "am I a thief? What do you mean? "

Zhao fan looks up and sees Meimei's panic expression and the gesture pointing at Zhao fan's back. Zhao fan immediately responds.

turning around quickly, Zhao fan saw a wretched looking man, holding a wallet in his hand, running to the outside of the store at full speed. He was almost as fast as a Xiang.

wait! Why is the wallet so familiar? Shit! That's my wallet!

Zhao fan rushes out. The thief is not up to standard. Is that stealing? It's a robbery. It's not technical!

maybe the thief is too obscene. He deserves to be unlucky. When he ran to the door of the store and didn't pay attention to him, he was upset by Zhao Fandui's rice bag at the door of the convenience store. Then the whole man rushed out.

"my rice!" Zhao fan cried out. The thief was fast, and the force of impact was not small. He kicked Zhao fan's woven bag of rice, and a bag of rice was all on the street. Zhao fan's heart was, wow, wow, cool!

"return my rice!" Zhao fan is full of rice in the street now. He forgot to pick up his wallet when he flew out. It's a trick to cut his feet at that wretched man lying on the ground.

"I want you to kick my rice, I want you to steal my money, I want you to grow obscene..." Zhao fan is beating and scolding fiercely, venting his depression.

that wretched man's heart is even more oppressive. It's not my fault who provoked me. Long wretchedness is not my fault!

the salesgirl looks at Zhao fan, who is frantically shaking her fist. Her mouth is wide open. She looks silly. Isn't it just a bag of rice? As for such a playful life! Have an idea with a dirty guy.

they didn't know that Zhao fan's life was very tight and he spent a lot of money carefully. Now the bag of rice is gone. It can be said that Zhao fan can't open the pot this month, or even within a few months.

I don't know how long it took. Anyway, Zhao fan was in a good mood, and the unlucky wretched man fainted. At this time, Zhao fan's clothes were all wet, and the rain was still falling.

Zhao fan stood up and saw the rice scattered all over the place. Just now, his mood sank again. Zhao fan began to bend over and pick up the rice one by one. He could still cook porridge!

"click" a thunder!

Maybe God thinks Zhao fan's life is too sad, and wants to give him some stimulation. Maybe God thinks Zhao fan's life is too sad. Maybe Yan Wang wanted to split that wretched man, but he missed Zhao fan

a thousand Hamlets may have a thousand. In a word, a flash of lightning has come down. It happened to hit Zhao fan's head. If he was a normal person, he would go to hell and drink tea with the little devil at the first time. But Zhao fan is not an ordinary person. If he is finished, the book will be finished.

Zhao fan didn't feel the pain. He even had a clear consciousness. He tried hard to look up and see which bastard split himself. As a result, he saw the branches and leaves of a big tree covering his head. At that moment, if Zhao fan can still shed tears, it must be a loud flow, because he thought of the primary school head teacher said to them, "don't hide under the trees in thunderstorm weather."

with this last thought, Zhao fan became a white light with the lightning! Well, maybe it's through, maybe it's rebirth, who knows!

under the trees and at the door of the convenience store, there was only one stunned saleswoman who almost made Zhao fan say goodbye to the virgin girl and stare at the burnt rice. Oh, and the wretched man who still faints to the ground.