When she was sixteen, she moved to a rainy county.
There is a river there, and a boy with water in his name.
There are two rains in Wen Yao's world.
The news of her father's death in the line of duty was like a cold rain, extinguishing all the voices in her world. She failed in the high school entrance examination and had no choice but to move back to her hometown of Qingchuan with her mother to attend high school.
Until I met Xie Ming. Like a downpour, it fell involuntarily in her quiet youth.
Later, Wen Yao learned that rain has a shape.
It was Xie Ming's back blocking her when he rescued her, it was the panic of the starry sky above his head when he was escaping from the evening self-study, it was the slight pause on his fingertips when he took the notes I had compiled.
She once thought that the rain was coming to save her.
Later she discovered that what she regarded as a torrent of youth never wet his shoulders, but soaked through the entire four seasons of Wen Yao, year after year.
A rain named Xie Ming has been falling in Wen Yao's heart for many years.
Mission: Civilized, harmonious, honest and friendly