In the third year after the breakup, Jiangnan was in trouble again.
The rain was falling continuously, making the whole city damp and dull. I thought that the heartbeat that started in the rainy season had long since left without saying goodbye and was rotten in the wet memories.
Until another rainy day, Shen Yumian showed up at my photography exhibition holding an umbrella. His shirt was soaked with dark marks from the rain, and his voice was hoarse: "Did you leave a ticket for me?"
The rain is still falling, pattering down, over the green tiles, over the old alleys, over the countless days and nights we have missed.
It turns out that after going round and round, we have never been able to get out of that Jiangnan rain.
The rain doesn't stop and people are not far away. This time, we walk slowly and start again slowly.
[All ABOs in this article are private and should not be confused or unreasonable.
[I don't have any writing skills at all, so I just clicked the cross mark when I couldn't stand it.
Concept: The spring water is blue in the sky, painting a boat and listening to the rain to sleep
