Xiaoxia was walking in the rain, and her umbrella seemed to have a big hole, and she couldn't help but feel the rain. Among the hurried crowd, they were the only two standing still on one side of the street. Xiao Xia looked at Lu Fan, the figure that had been lingering in Xiao Xia's dreams for three years. The raindrops mercilessly hit Lu Fan's face, blurring his tears. His shirt was soaked by the rain, and his short hair stuck tightly to his face, covering his eyes, making it impossible to discern what was hidden in his eyes like stagnant water. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, relentless and raging. The broken memories of my senior year in high school are becoming clearer and clearer, like the double cypress road washed by the rain.