When the rain started falling hard, he bent down to pick up the sketchbook she had dropped.
The dim light of the library reflected on his eyelashes, and also reflected the undried "Library in the Rain" in the book - it was the hottest throbbing in Lin's late youth.
"The composition is very clever." Jiang Yu handed the notebook over, and raindrops hit the page along his chin, spreading into an ink-colored cloud.
Later he became her light:
Someone from the art club tore up her drawing, but he glued the fragments together page by page;
She couldn't pay for the materials and hid in the corridor crying, but he was the one who paid for the full-year scholarship;
She was trapped in the teaching building on a rainy day, and it was he who put the umbrella into her hand and turned around and rushed into the rain. The handle of the black umbrella was engraved with a small "JY", which she held in her arms to warm it.
Until the night when my father became critically ill.
The corridor of the hospital was freezing cold. She dialed his phone with trembling hands and heard Xu Wei's laughing breathing coming from the receiver.
"Lin Wan," his voice sounded like ice, "don't bother me again."
Later, it was spread throughout Nanjing University that the girl who was always painting rivers and islands burned all her drawings when she dropped out of school. Someone saw half an unburned sketch in the ashes, which showed the silhouette of a young man picking up a sketchbook in the rain.
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When the elevator door was about to close, he pressed against the door frame with red eyes: "You saw the medicine list in the umbrella back then, right?"
Lin Wan pressed the door button. In the gap where the metal door slowly closed, she raised the corners of her lips at the reflector:
"Mr. Jiang," the glass reflected the bright diamond ring on her ring finger, "I'm afraid you can't afford my paintings now."
