During the rainy season when he was seventeen, Shen Tingyu spent three years writing a love poem in his heart that only had Lu Shi'an's name on it, but he never dared to hand it out.
Her youth is the measure of sixty-two rains - every time he looks out the window, her world becomes cloudy and sunny. Lan Umbrella has been silent in the closet for three years, like a long-premeditated monologue. It has practiced all the openings but never had the courage to perform it.
It wasn't until the last rainy day before the college entrance examination that he finally walked towards her. At the moment when her heart beat like a drum, she thought that the mime would finally have lines. But he took the blue umbrella that was warmed by his body temperature, turned around and held up the clear sky for another girl.
It turns out that he remembered all the ways to avoid the rain, but he just didn't want to share an umbrella with her.
Years later, at a class reunion, I heard that he was married and always carried an umbrella with him to prevent his loved ones from getting wet. When the show was over, the drizzle started falling again, and someone asked with a smile: "Do you still bring two umbrellas now?"
She shook her head and walked into the rain. No longer waiting for anyone, no longer preparing an umbrella for anyone.
I only occasionally see blue umbrellas, and I stop lightly, as if passing through a long and quiet rainy season of youth - where the seventeen-year-old eaves are always hidden, and a trace of light blue water that has never been sent away.
Intention: In the blue umbrella that was never sent out, I finally understood the rainy season - the end of secret love is not to get it, but to learn to walk into your own sunshine after the rain stops.