Wait Until the Weather Clears

Qu Yuming's runway is only 100 meters. The starting gun sounds, raise your legs, swing your arms, and cross the line. A little more than ten seconds was enough for her to escape from the house where the bottle was broken, and escape into a life where she could start over. She put all her pain into the plastic track, thinking that if she ran faster, the rain would not be able to catch up with her. Mu Qi's court is very big and the sound of his swing is very clean. What her parents gave her was an empty house and a card that could never be swiped. She learned to put all her emotions into a tennis bag, zip it up, and fasten the buttons. She thought she didn't need anyone, until she saw a girl rushing into the middle of drunks with a broom, her hand was cut open by a broken wine bottle, and a touch of red appeared on her palm. They were in the same high school, so they were two lines that would never intersect. But fate happened to push them under the same street lamp - Aunt Wang's snack shop, the steam of oden cooking, and two folding tables put together. Qu Yuming found that the handle of Mu Qi's umbrella was wrapped with transparent tape, and Mu Qi found that the toe of Qu Yuming's spike shoes had been mended again and again. They both had a broken umbrella, but one of them left the hole exposed and let the rain fall, while the other wrapped it up decently and pretended that the sky was clear. Later, Mu Qi tilted the umbrella toward her, and Qu Yuming discovered for the first time that the sound of rain could also be pleasant. Later, Qu Yuming suffered an old injury and fell to the ground before the finish line. Mu Qi put down his own game and rushed over, knelt on the track and hugged her, saying it was okay, I am here. They fell and got up again on their respective playing fields, and saw another version of themselves in each other's eyes. The ten seconds of sprinting are long, long enough to fall in love with someone; the protracted game of tennis is short, short enough to accompany her throughout the rest of her life. No matter how long the rainy season lasts, there will always be sunshine. Concept: Real victory is never on the other side of the finish line, but in the moment you decide to keep running. The story of Qu Yuming and Mu Qi is a story about "continuance". A sprint lasts only ten seconds, but Qu Yuming's life is a long marathon; a tennis match lasts for three sets, but Mu Qi's love is a lifelong battle. They are all caught in the rain in their own worlds, some because their families are broken, some because family ties are thin, some because old wounds are recurring, and some because the road ahead is unclear. But they never stopped running and swinging. Sportsmanship is not only "higher, faster and stronger", it is also "choosing to stand on the starting line even when you know you may not win"; it is gritting your teeth and crossing the white line when an old knee injury occurs and the end point is blurred in front of your eyes; it is showing up at the training ground early the next morning after losing a game. This spirit ultimately points to an answer: winning is not just about taking first place. When you hone yourself day after day for a goal, when you swallow all the pain and continue to take the next step, you have defeated your destiny. Qu Yuming did not get a ranking in the last competition, but she finished the entire race - which in itself was a complete victory. The redemption of love is that Mu Qi let Qu Yuming know that even if it rains all the time in her world, there will be someone holding an umbrella to accompany her until the sky clears. Qu Yuming also let Mu Qi know that she, who seemed to have everything, deserved to be loved unreservedly by another person. They become each other's umbrella, not to stop the rain, but to tell each other: the rain is still falling, but you are no longer alone in the rain. To everyone running in the rain: Your umbrella may be broken, but there will always be someone to help you tie it up.