On the ninth day of September, the Double Ninth Festival, it is appropriate to gather with relatives and friends.
The rain, cold and cold, kept falling.
The sparse raindrops hit the broad leaves of the three or two green banana trees in the garden, making it sound even more desolate.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so oppressive and cool; the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is only as deep as this. It is completely different from the north. It is full of wind and rain, overwhelming and indulgent.
……
The light is shining and it's the Double Ninth Festival again.
Hua Sitting alone on the steps in front of the courtyard with her chin in her arms, her smoky blue skirt dragged straight to the ground and was wet by the fine rain. However, she kept staring at the continuous rain curtain beside the gray tile eaves, not feeling the lightness of the autumn rain at all.
When Hua Guan looked over from a distance, this was the scene in the drizzle garden. At that moment, he seemed to see the girl from the Spring Court fourteen years ago again.