The rainy season came earlier that year than in previous years.
Cheng Dui later recalled that everything actually had signs - the air pressure was dropping, the wind was changing direction, and the sky was getting lower day by day.
It's just that sixteen-year-olds don't know how to read the weather, nor can they read too many thoughts.
He remembered that last night the man was pushing a beer cart through the alley on a summer night and rushed down from the back door of the bar with a look of astonishment on his face.
At the opening ceremony the next day, he became the top student again with his buttons tied to the top. He stood on the stage with a gentle and humble voice.
Cheng saw it every time.
He didn't say.
But his body remembers for him - the wind that the person walked by, the shadow that fell on him, the moment when the fingertips brushed against the fingertips like a dragonfly touching water.
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"Later someone asked him, when did you start paying attention to that person."
He said that the first time I met him, he did not give way.
"That's it?"
He said, well, that's it.
"I've never seen anyone standing like that again."
"He stood there as if waiting for the rain to stop."
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When he was sixteen, he encountered a monsoon.
It took me a lifetime to identify its trajectory.
Finally he discovered——
The wind wasn't here to tell him where to go.
The wind came to make him stop.
Stop next to a person.
Stopped for life.
Intention: Love has its own will