Winter Time

[Life is not as satisfactory as it should be, but love fills it with tenderness] [Liang Jiaqian also met Weiwei] _ Liang Jiaqian and I first met on a rainy day. The umbrella I held in my hand broke, and the cold raindrops splashed onto the skin of my calves, arousing the chill. I stood on the roadside in a state of embarrassment. But at this moment, an SUV suddenly stopped behind. Before I could react, the car window lowered and the man in the driver's seat held out a navy blue umbrella. Due to the angle of my vision, I couldn't see the man's face clearly. Only in the continuous rain, the cold bones of his wrist as he handed over the umbrella became a close-up picture unique to rainy days. The man's fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints and veins on the back of his hands. The wet rain wet his forearms. The water droplets slid over the veins of the man's wrist bones like a swaying fish tail. I stared at this picture and was distracted for a moment. Amidst the sound of the rain, the man in the driver's seat seemed to say something, but he didn't hear it clearly. But when I got home, I suddenly remembered the man who handed me an umbrella in the rain. On the back of his hand, which was wet with rain, there was a small scar on the raised joint of his finger. Like moonlight. Later, I learned the man's name - Liang Jiaqian. Liang Jiaqian and I fell in love on winter days and parted on winter nights. In the year of separation, the Liang family in Hong Kong City was in constant dispute. One day, I received a brand new women's wallet that he entrusted to a friend. The women's wallet is a handmade product. It is exactly the same as the old wallet I bought from abroad when I was in college. After using it for a long time, it was accidentally scratched. I looked at the wallet, feeling slightly astringent, and reached out to open it. Unexpectedly, there was another photo in the mezzanine. And when I saw this old photo clearly, I was stunned and speechless for a long time. I saw the old photo of me at the age of sixteen. My face is childish and my smile is a bit silly. Behind my photo, there is a sentence written in his handwriting. ——Liang Jiaqian also met Wei Wei. At this moment, my nose felt sore and my tears fell. I held the photo of me when I was sixteen with my fingers, and choked with tears. *Beautiful coffee shop owner x gentle noble man from Hong Kong circle *Urban fairy tale/Third person in the text/The male protagonist has two names (Liang Jiaqian/Zhang Qingyue) *City background linkage article "In the Name of Summer" is interested in collecting it *Deng Shiwen's "Butterfly Love" is an interesting collection Intention: Life is not as good as you want, love is gentle and filling