Twenty-Five O'clock Rain

Seventeen-year-old Lin Kuo met 22-year-old Yu Kui. At that time, the late summer was long and rainy, and the love of the seventeen-year-old was like the endless rainy season, humid, hot, and without hesitation. Yu Jue was the only light in her gloomy youth, an adult she pursued cautiously and tried her best to get close to. She hid her heartbeat from everyone, hiding it in chance encounters, clumsy concerns, and a bunch of lisianthus sent quietly. The flower language of lisianthus is: unchanging love and hopeless affection. The young Lin Kuo didn't understand the subtle language of flowers. He only knew that she liked Yu Jue, so she wanted to give him the best flowers. But twenty-two-year-old Yu Jue is busy graduating, busy making a living, and rushing towards a promising future. He caught her flowers, politely thanked her, and was gentle and distant, never delving into the love that could not be hidden in a little girl's eyes. He thought it was just a child's temporary novelty, that this sudden preference would be like a summer shower, coming and going as quickly as it came. So he acquiesced to her rush, accepted her tenderness calmly, without rejecting, responding or taking responsibility. Seventeen-year-old Lin Kuo was left to endure a long and cold heavy rain alone in this one-way love. The rainy season will eventually end, and the love of young people will eventually run out. One day later, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, and Lin Kuo completely disappeared from Yu Jue's world. She didn't cry or say goodbye, she just quietly withdrew from his life. Many years later, when Yu Kuan was twenty-five years old, he walked through the crowds of people, saw all kinds of things in the world, lost his youthfulness, and understood love, hate, and separation. A strange girl gave him a bouquet of lisianthus. The moment the fragrance of flowers reaches the tip of your nose, the memories that have been sealed for many years suddenly collapse. It was only belatedly that he suddenly realized: It turned out that the bouquet of flowers given to him by the seventeen-year-old girl who looked at him timidly during the continuous rainy season many years ago was never a gift on a whim. It was the most grand, pure, and endless love in her entire youth, but it was never cherished by him. There are twenty-four seasons in this world, and every year there is wind and rain. But his love stopped at the non-existent twenty-five o'clock. The rain has been falling for years and no one has returned. He finally understood love, but lost the person who loved him forever. The rest of my life is long, rainy and regretful every year. Intention: what is in the heart