The rainy season in Chunye Town is always long. Under the old locust tree in Qingling Lane, Lin Juangui and Cheng Yichi once shared an old umbrella, hiding their youthful thoughts in the damp wind.
They agreed to wait for the rain to stop and go see the rolling sea of clouds on the mountain top, but time is like rain on the fingertips. The tighter they hold on, the harder they can hold it. Later, the wind was still blowing at the entrance of the alley, but the figures side by side were scattered in the sea of people, and even a farewell was scrawled.
As time goes by, the leaves of Shan Ling turn yellow and turn green again, and the rain in Chun Ye falls and stops.
Many years later, a similar rain fell. The man holding the umbrella stood in the same place, looking through the hazy rain and fog, only a familiar outline was reflected. When the long-delayed "Long time no see, A-Lin" fell into the rain, the wetness in the corners of Lin Juangui's eyes couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Concept: Not all stories have a happy ending. Those thoughts scattered in the wind and unspoken confessions are the most profound marks of youth.
