When she was seventeen years old, Lin Jianxing was crying in the school broadcast room. It was Xu Zhaoye who turned off the microphone for her, handed her tissues, and lent her the only black umbrella.
She thought it was preference.
Later, after the college entrance examination, Xu Zhaoye suddenly disappeared without saying goodbye or explaining, not even saying "I'm leaving."
Lin Jianxing had waited for him.
Wait until college starts, wait until the old umbrella becomes dusty, wait until she finally understands: It's not that some people don't know how to say goodbye, they just don't put you in the range that needs to say goodbye.
Seven years later, Lin Jianxing became the director of a weather program, specializing in reminding others whether it will rain tomorrow.
During a rainstorm emergency live broadcast, she reunited with Xu Zhaoye at the Municipal Meteorological Bureau.
He became a short-term warning engineer, calm, controlled, and talkative as before.
She also learned to be decent and only called him: "Gong Xu" when meeting him.
The quarrying truck was trapped in a culvert, and her father asked her for help for another child. The live broadcast of the accident, old crush, and family wounds were torn open on the same rainy night.
Xu Zhaoye appeared again and again, blocking trouble for her again and again.
Lin Jianxing only said: "Just send the work news to the group chat."
It wasn't until the rainstorm stopped that night that he stood in the lobby of the TV station and finally said what he said seven years later:
"Lin Jianxing, I didn't dislike you back then."
After hearing this, she just asked: "So what?"
While she was waiting for these words, it had already passed.
This time, it was him who stood in the rain, waiting for her to look back.
Intention: I hope that everyone who is left behind in the rain can learn to hold an umbrella for themselves first; I also hope that the belated sincerity will no longer use silence as an answer.