A rain that has been falling for a thousand years traps a person who refuses to let go.
He thought holding an umbrella was for protection, but he didn't know that under the umbrella was a prison. He thought the rain was fate, but he didn't know that the rain was the torrential rain in his heart day and night. When the truth is revealed - everything in the city is the fragment of his obsession, the figure standing in the rain without getting his clothes wet is the past that he has spent his entire life trying to forget but holding on to.
The umbrella falls and the rain stops. The light of day fell on his brows for the first time.
It turns out that it was never the rain that trapped him.
It's the heart that refuses to let go of itself.
I hope everyone who has stood in the rain for too long will one day hear his own sunny day.
A casually written surreal short story. Xiaobao who can understand it should read it. It is a writing exercise written out of boredom.
Intention: Self-sufficiency·Self-crossing