The September showers came without warning. Before the last bell of the school bell dissipated, the heavy raindrops hit the glass window of the teaching building hard, splashing a blur of water marks.
Jiang Mingyu held the door frame and looked out, frowning tightly - he had snoozed in the morning and was in a hurry, so he didn't have an umbrella in his schoolbag. At this moment, there were shallow puddles on the road outside the school, and the rain seemed to have no intention of stopping. Just as he was debating whether to rush out bravely, a clear voice suddenly came from behind him, as clean as if it had been washed by rain: "You didn't bring an umbrella?"
He turned around and bumped into Huang Jingheng's clear eyes. The young man held a large black umbrella in his hand, with a few crystal raindrops hanging on the edge. The collar of his white T-shirt was gently swayed by the wind, and his fingertips held the handle of the umbrella lightly, but with a sure strength.
Purpose: Cherish the present moment