Chapter 746: The Grace of an Umbrella

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He came late, and now he didn't know where to buy buns. It seemed that there was no one selling buns here. Although there was no shortage of people selling buns and buns shops in this generation, it was late at night. If he walked there with his legs, the buns would be cold when he returned, and they would be almost hungry.

When he was about to leave, he saw two bags on the side of the flower bed. These were buns. Who forgot to bring them?

He waited for a long time again, thinking that someone would come back soon. But no, the buns were still there, but no one.

He walked over, and sure enough, there were two baskets of buns, and there seemed to be a note on the bag. He picked up the note and put it in front of his eyes.

Thank you for holding the umbrella. Two baskets of buns are not a respect.

Jiu Yue thought about yesterday. He was standing at the edge, which was the last place where he could hide from the rain. But others might not be so lucky. There was someone standing next to him, but he didn't see his face clearly. It was just a small favor, so he didn't think too much about it.

However, he got two baskets of steamed buns in exchange, which he didn't expect.

He picked up the steamed buns. The steamed buns were still hot and just out of the steamer. The steamed buns in this store had a unique fragrance. His stomach growled, but he didn't eat them. Instead, he picked up the steamed buns and walked home quickly.

He didn't know that not long after he left, a woman came out from the side. It was Yan Huan. She rode her bicycle again. She didn't want to know much about the man. She just thought she was returning the favor of the man's umbrella. As for the rest, there was nothing, because she didn't even see what the man looked like.

She rode the bike slowly, and the wind blew her hair from time to time, bringing a hint of coolness.

The weather is going to change and it's going to get cold.

There were still many people on the street, and for the people here, now was just the beginning of their nightlife. All the shops were open, and the lights were shining on the people coming in and out, eating, talking loudly, or laughing, but silent.

It seemed that other people were very lively, but when she came here, it was all desolate.

Could it be because she was alone?

She parked her bike outside, then opened the door and walked in. The apartment was much warmer than outside. She took off her coat, put the buns on the table, and then took out chopsticks from inside and sat there to eat.

Eat five today, four tomorrow morning, and add some millet porridge, and you will be full.

And she had never indulged herself like now in her two lives. She didn't have to rush, shoot, or care about all the human relationships, deal with people she didn't like, and didn't have to do anything. She just went to bed on time every day, ate on time, relaxed, and indulged herself at the same time.

She put the unfinished buns in the refrigerator, then took a shower and rested.

When she came out, she wiped her hair and picked up a photo frame from the table. Inside the photo frame was a photo of Lu Yi.

"Good night," she kissed the photo frame and prepared to go to sleep.

She turned off the light. No matter how dark it was, she would not be afraid. Lu Qin made her afraid of the dark, but Lu Yi cured her.

It was raining outside at some point. Under the rain curtain, it was a quiet night.

The soft quilt, the fresh air, and the sound of rain hitting the glass when it rained outside were like a quiet serenade, accompanying her to sleep alone.

Jiu Yue suddenly opened his eyes, turned on the light, and sat up. Then he walked to the window, opened the window, and could hear the sound of rain hitting the window outside.

The plum rain season is like this.

And this rain may last for a long time.

From where he was, he could see that there were few cars on the avenue outside. Only two rows of street lights were left, quietly lit.

He hugged his arms, and his thick eyebrows were knitted tightly.

When he treated Sun Yuhan, he also had an examination. The doctor said that his brain might have been hit before, so there was no blood congestion in his brain.

However, the doctor had no way to deal with the matter of no memory. He said that it was possible to recover at any time, or he might not remember it for the rest of his life. After all, his condition was no longer within the scope of medicine. He could not get injections, take medicine, or undergo surgery.

So, he had to continue living like this, not knowing who he was, and no one told him who he was.

He closed the curtains, and also blocked the light from outside, and then he lay down, and then put his arm behind his head, but he had not felt sleepy for a long time.

Two years, two years, he could not remember anything.

Out of habit, he touched the ring finger of his left hand, and there was no ring there. He had been wearing that ring for two years. It was the only thing he had on him. Otherwise, he would not have been able to live in poverty for two years and finally sell the ring.

The ring was on his ring finger, which was the closest to his heart. What did this ring represent, and why did he miss it so much? So far, he still didn't know.

Early in the morning, he opened his eyes, but Sun Yuhan was still asleep. He carefully pushed the door open, walked over, and put his hand on her forehead. Only when he felt it was not too hot did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Sun Yuhan slept soundly, and occasionally he could hear her snoring.

He sighed softly, then opened the door and came out again.

He took out some change from the drawer. He was going to buy vegetables and cook. The stock market was closed on weekends.

Sun Yuhan was going to sign a rental contract with the accelerator. The rent she paid in advance was more than 10,000 yuan, and she didn't do much. The money really flowed into her pocket like water. Of course, stock speculation in September was very powerful. In a few days, she got tens of thousands of yuan, but he didn't care too much about stocks.

Sun Yuhan felt that if he was more dedicated to this, he might earn more.

However, what she didn't know was that the stock market always had risks and luck. Maybe he could earn more, but maybe he could lose everything.

Jiu Yue was a human, not a god. He didn't only make money, he also lost money, and he lost a lot. However, Sun Yuhan made him too mythical. It's not easy to be a god in the stock market. It can also be said that there is no god.