The whole class felt that Zhao Zhimian was too good to He Wanjing.
He Wanjing is gentle, beautiful, has good grades, and smiles like a hibiscus after the rain. Everyone is willing to help her - fetching water, occupying a seat, taking care of the day...
Zhao Zhimian is the best to He Wanjing in the class. He would take a detour to pick her up every day, get her two meals from the canteen, and hold up a slanted umbrella for her when it rained. He Wanjing said no, but she didn't listen. He Wanjing said let's go, she smiled and said it was okay.
No one thought that Zhao Zhimian would be with He Wanjing.
But only Zhao Zhimian knew He Wanjing's real family situation. After school, she squatted on the corner of the stairs and cried, holding her gorgeous broken mirror, afraid that no one would want it if it broke.
Zhao Zhimian knelt down and gently put the school uniform on her shoulders.
"Stop squatting here," she said, "Let's go home."
He Wanjing looked up at her with red eyes: "Don't you find it annoying that you come here every day?"
Zhao Zhimian smiled: "I come here every day because I know you will ask this question one day."
The whole school thought that Zhao Zhimian was just wishful thinking. Only Zhao Zhimian knew - she was waiting. Wait until the flower dares to show her the mud.
Then tell her:
Mud doesn't matter either.
The monsoon will stop.
I continue.
Concept: The monsoon never stops. It blows past one person and goes to the next person.
But there are always people who don't follow suit.
There is always someone on shore.
