In my youth that year, I happened to catch up with the heavy fog
Fortunately, I met a few friends in the fog and met him.
I asked him why are you here?
He said waiting for you
I said how did you know I would come?
He said he didn't know, and he hadn't thought about it anyway.
Concept: One was domestically abused, and the other's parents died young - two teenagers without umbrellas held each other's umbrellas in the fog of youth, and after getting separated, they found each other again.