The early spring rain, with its unique coolness, dripped down the corners of the eaves and hit the ground.
A few drops of cold water fell on my face. They were thrown out by others after shaking off their umbrellas. Tian's eyes at the door finally became focused again, and he took a breath after failing to get up.
The fine pain all over his body suddenly surged over him like a tide, like hundreds of ants passing along his limbs and bones, causing him to break out in a cold sweat again.
Across the flower bed is the road. It was time to get off work, and the street lights shone on the foggy pedestrians, whose faces were all in a hurry.
No one pays attention here.
When the bus arrived at the station, another group of people got on and off. A Tian finally straightened up.
"Hey." He heard someone calling him from beside him, "If it's convenient, can you help me find my glasses?"
A Tian raised his head.
A drop of rain fell into his eyes and slid down the corner of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes.