One rainy day ten years ago, he was thrown like a dog at the door of my house.
He lay on the ground, letting the rain soak every inch of his skin.
Beside him was a sycamore-colored umbrella.
After he woke up, he became a fool and looked at me with dull eyes all day long.
I was glad that God gave me such an opportunity to punish him, so for the past ten years, I abused him crazily.
Ten years later, it was still a rainy day. I held the parasol umbrella and sold it to someone else.
At that moment, there was a sense of reluctance in my heart.
So I casually discarded the parasol umbrella, just like I discarded him.
I don't want to have any trace of him.
But one day later, I was desperately looking for him.
I visited 37 cities.
Finally I met him. He no longer had the dementia he once had.
On the contrary, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and was followed by bodyguards, making him look like a young man.
But he was holding the parasol umbrella that really didn't match his identity.
His eyes were so unfamiliar when he looked at me.
With trembling lips and teeth, I finally spoke.
"Qianshu?"
"Who are you?"
He looked at me strangely and answered.