The rainy season in the south has begun again.
When Lin Jian was squatting in the corridor of the kindergarten, flattening the wrinkles on the drawing paper, she looked up and bumped into the eyes she had dreamed about for seven years - Zhou Yan was standing outside the glass door holding a black umbrella, his suit trousers stained with raindrops, looking down at the children's drawings she had posted on the wall.
"Teacher Lin, this is the new legal advisor, Lawyer Zhou." The principal's voice was like a thin needle, piercing the chirping cicadas in the room.
The heavy rain seven years ago suddenly flooded into her memory: when she was thirteen years old, she hid in the alley with a love letter in her hand, watching Zhou Yan get into a taxi with her relatives. The rain soaked the words "I like you" on the letter paper, and finally turned into a ball of mud.
Later, she heard that his father was bankrupt and his mother was seriously ill and moved to the south. Then she waited for seven years, but today she saw the wedding ring on his ring finger - the news that he would be engaged to the daughter of a pharmaceutical group next week had already spread wildly among the parents.
"Teacher Lin?" Zhou Yan's voice was deeper than in memory, and her knuckles unconsciously rubbed the cuffs of her suit. There was a blue stain there that couldn't be washed away - it was exactly the same color as the crayon drawings drawn by her kindergarten children.
The pothos in the corridor was dripping with water, and Lin Jian touched the seven-year-old letter in her pocket.
Should she stuff it into the inner pocket of his suit this time, or let it rot in the humidity of the rainy season?
