On the rainy day's car ride home, I bumped into a pair of familiar eyes - it was my uncle Li Siyu whom I hadn't contacted in six years.
The tips of his hair were stained with rain, and the scent of tobacco was hidden in his suit jacket. He was no longer the boy who made me cry; and I was still the Xia Su who felt inferior because of his excellence and was content to secretly take photos of his blurry profile.
We are obviously not blood relatives, but no one dares to take a step forward.
The wipers couldn't wipe away the fog on the car window, just like I couldn't hide the skipped heartbeat when I saw him. The "relatives" in the elders' words are a distance that I dare not cross. But when his coat gently covered me, I suddenly wanted to ask: Is this reunion that is six years late, an accident of the rain, or a foreshadowing of the heart?
Purpose: Taking a reunion on a rainy day as a guide, even if Xia Su has low self-esteem, she is willing to be the little sun to warm Li Siyu and "restraint in liking".