The sky was gray, the clouds were breathless, and there were scattered raindrops. The crystal raindrops slid onto the nameless flowers and plants in the flower bed, rolled into the soil with a gurgling sound, and disappeared.
Li Xia held an umbrella and stood by the teaching building, watching Junzi's figure go away, gradually hiding in the thicker rain curtain. She shook her head, seemingly helpless, and turned around to go back to work.
Years later, when she recalled that time, she still felt that the nameless flowers and plants on rainy days were beautiful. Seeing the sadness in her heart quietly peeling away along with the coolness, her mouth and tongue felt sweet and wet, as if she was chewing a piece of greasy candy. Junzai's paper stars were soaked with sweat in his hands and crumpled into a ball. Thousands of peeling worries were wrapped around them, and they slowly turned into sporadic stars.
"You know what? I like you." Wild flowers and plants are growing.
Concept: In fact, youth is like wet and cool rain. After the rain, there is another bright sunny day. The sincerity of the two girls is just light passing through the long night, and at the end, it bursts out together.