Chapter 24： Thunder

In the early morning of the next day, Mu Xiaoya continued to pull Shirakawa for a morning run and ran down in a lap. Although Shirakawa was not as tired as yesterday, but finished He was still panting like a cow and sitting under the cherry tree. The image of the inborn nobleman on his body was not at all right now.

"Drink some water." Mu Xiaoya added water to Shirakawa in time.

Shirakawa was so speechless that he took the water and drank it.

"You are doing a great job today, tomorrow we will run a hundred meters more, okay." Mu Xiaoya erected a finger, and smiled and discussed with Shirakawa.

Shirakawa looked at that finger, his tired body was still protesting, but to the eyes of Shangmu Xiaoya's smile, he nodded so badly.

"Awesome." Mu Xiaoya cheered. "We run a kilometer today, and add a hundred meters a day later, so you can run to a month ..."

Four kilometers!

Shirakawa never thought that such a simple math problem would give him the urge to faint when he got the answer. Does he have to run in the morning every morning, then experience the current pain, and progress every day, reaching four times the current one month later?

"I ... I may be sick." Shirakawa felt that his current condition was very bad. If he had reached four times his current status, he was worried that he would become sick.

"It's going to happen, it won't." Mu Xiaoya waved her hands with tears and smiled, "Are you trying to avoid the excuse that the running specially made?"

"I didn't." Shirakawa was aggrieved. He wasn't making excuses. He was really worried that he would get sick.

"Will you run?"

"Run." Shirakawa agreed.

The successful Mu Xiaoya grinned, "Let's go and have breakfast."

Mu Xiaoya pulled Shirakawa off the ground, and the two returned to the cabin for breakfast. As soon as the two men walked to the wooden house, Liang Nuo-noo, who was supposed to have breakfast, seemed to be mad with a mobile phone and smirked at the dining table as if she had gone crazy.

When I asked, I realized that the original Taobao store of Liang Nuonuo had an extremely long sales performance last night. At this time, he was looking for help.

In order to ship the goods as soon as possible, Liang Nuonuo organized employees to pick wildly, and had no time to entertain Mu Xiaoya. Mu Xiaoya didn't mind. In the afternoon, she took food and water and went to the mountain for a picnic with Shirakawa.

From the cherry orchard, turn to the lake running early in the morning, and walk up, you can see a lush hillside where there is a clear stream winding and the next stream to the village below the mountain. Sitting next to a stream, you can overlook the whole mountain village, which is the best place in Liangjia Village.

At the place, Mu Xiaoya laid a large picnic cloth under the shade of the tree, and then put out the food and fruits that Liang Nuonuo prepared for them.

"Ogawa, do you like it?" Mu Xiaoya asked Shirakawa.

"Well, it's quiet." Shirakawa looked at the flowing stream again. "It sounds good."

"Then we stay here until dark, OK, Nono said, there will be fireflies here at night, we wait to see fireflies." Mu Xiaoya has never seen fireflies, all the understanding of fireflies comes from pictures And TV series.

"Well." Shirakawa likes it here, and naturally has no opinion. He sat under the tree with a book and looked up seriously.

Mu Xiaoya also took out her own design draft, sat not far from Shirakawa, and began to design the first pair of shoes after rebirth.

If she has any unexpected gains besides Shirakawa after her rebirth, it is probably a sense of fashion four years ahead of her. In the past four years, Mu Xiaoya has designed many shoes, mostly women's high-heeled shoes, but the ladies' high-heeled shoes that she designed before had very high requirements on leather and workmanship, which was not suitable for the small studio she and Fang Hui had set up. Therefore, Mu Xiaoya plans to design a few cheap shoes that are easy to sell.

Sneakers are one of the most commonly worn footwear, and they are suitable for spring, summer, autumn, and winter regardless of season, so there is a market whenever they are made. Mu Xiaoya thought about it, the brushes on her hands kept on, and soon she outlined the frame of a pair of sneakers. Later, Mu Xiaoya paused, pondered for a while, the brush moved again, and lightly outlined a few lines on the blank upper, which made the pure white shoes a lot fashionable, but not obvious. The burden is cumbersome.

Then Mu Xiaoya drew several side views of this pair of shoes below the design, and at the same time detailedly marked the various data proportions of the shoes and the required materials, in case the version is out of shape during production.

After painting, Mu Xiaoya turned over a page, intending to draw a new design draft, intending to change the design of some uppers in the original frame, so that the shoes reflect a different feeling. Only after writing, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have not noticed Shirakawa for a long time, so she went back to see Shirakawa.

I saw Shirakawa still leaning under the tree to read a book, and he didn't know when a leaf fell on his head.

"Ogawa." Mu Xiaoya shouted suddenly.

Shirakawa's body seemed to be equipped with a switch that sensed Mu Xiaoya. Mu Xiaoya just made a sound and immediately looked up.

"It's okay." Mu Xiaoya actually just wanted to yell at Shirakawa, and after that, she had nothing to say, so she smiled and turned her head to continue drawing her own design draft.

Shirakawa froze for two seconds, and saw Mu Xiaoya ignore him, not angry, and continued to look down at his book. A tacit understanding permeated between the two, and the two seemed quietly like a painting. In the entire picture, there were no other sounds except the stream and the birdsong.

Mu Xiaoya skillfully drew the second design, and just completed the complete frame. Suddenly her eyes turned dark. She subconsciously looked up at the sky, and immediately frowned.

I don't know when a **** cloud floated over my head. The sky in this mountain really means change.

"Ogawa, it's going to rain, let's hurry back." Mu Xiaoya closed the design draft and stood up and ran towards Shirakawa. But she ignored the speed of the thunderstorm. Mu Xiaoya had just pulled Shirakawa out of the tree, and the rain fell down.

The two were instantly drenched.

Mu Xiaoya couldn't bear so much. She stuffed the design draft and Shirakawa's book into a backpack, then squatted down to collect the underground cloth and food on it.

Shirakawa stood blankly in the rain, and for a while he couldn't respond to what he should do at this time. He wanted to help Mu Xiaoya, but the sliminess on his body made him very uncomfortable. He finally ignored the discomfort on his body and took two steps in the direction of Mu Xiaoya. Suddenly a thunder in the sky made a loud noise. ring.

Shirakawa's entire body froze, and his brain started to chaos.

Mu Xiaoya wrapped the cloth on the ground into a ball, hugged it casually, and turned to Shirakawa, who was standing aside, said, "Ogawa, let's go down the mountain to avoid the rain."

Speaking, Mu Xiaoya took the lead to run down the mountain, but after running back a distance, she suddenly found that Shirakawa didn't move, and turned around strangely.

"Ogawa?"

This time, Shirakawa's extremely sensitive switch against Mu Xiaoya seemed to be malfunctioning. He stood in the rain like a wood and couldn't move, letting more and more rain wash on his body.

"Xiaochuan." Shouting, Mu Xiaoya turned back and ran to Shirakawa, only she walked in front of Shirakawa, and the sky was a thunder again, louder than that, and scared Mu Xiaoya.

"Ah, ah ~~~"

Shirakawa's chaotic brain seemed to be cleaved by this thunder. He screamed quickly, like a frightened beast, spinning around in horror, and stumbled down to the big tree.

"Xiaochuan." Mu Xiaoya was anxious, fearless, rushed forward, took Shirakawa's arm, and prevented him from entering under the tree.

Shirakawa had lost his mind at this time. He was struggling in a panic, trying to get rid of Mu Xiaoya's restraint, and desperately ran in the direction of the big tree.

"boom!"

There was another thunder, and Shirakawa's whole body trembled, squatting directly on the ground in shock. He held his head and shivered.

"Xiaochuan gets up quickly, we leave here." The thunder was getting louder and the rain was getting heavier. Mu Xiaoya was terribly scared. This is a mountain. Not only is there no lightning rod, but it is full of trees. It is too dangerous when thunder. Shirakawa must be taken down the mountain.

"Ah, ah, ah ..." Shirakawa crouched on the ground, closed her eyes tightly, and screamed shortly in her mouth. No matter what Mu Xiaoya called him, he could not give a response. His expression was terrified, like a helpless and vulnerable child.

"Ogawa is up, the mountain is too dangerous, we go down." Mu Xiaoya dragged hard, but she was too weak to pull Shirakawa at all. He even slipped and fell to the ground several times because of excessive force.

"Ogawa, you get up, let's go down the mountain." Mu Xiaoya wanted to cry, but Shirakawa couldn't see her tears at this time. She was frustrated as never before. She overestimated herself. The psychological preparations she had made and the measures to deal with Shirakawa's disease were all useless at this moment. A deep sense of weakness, along with rain, permeated her body and mind.

How to do how to do?

"Boom! Boom!"

There was another thunder, and Shirakawa's body trembled with each thunder.

Mu Xiaoya gritted her teeth and suddenly shook off the cloth at her feet, covering the two men's heads across the rain curtain. She knelt beside Shirakawa, covering his ears with both hands, and tightly hugging Shirakawa's head in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, I am here."

"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen, don't be afraid!" Mu Xiaoya was talking to Shirakawa, and he was talking to himself.

The thunderstorm continued, scouring the ground indiscriminately, the creeks in the mountains became more and more rapid, and the trees and trees were folded. But the place covered by the checkered tablecloth seemed to be a world in its own right, standing still in the wind and rain.