Washed by the Branches

[Published. Weibo: @Yao Zhi Lu] As she rode away from Shoutasi Temple, she secretly took his lighter right under his nose. Half a month later, tired of the bright lights and nightlife, Cheng Zhuo called Meng Tingzhi. “Miss Meng, I’m the owner of the lighter.” Born into a family of wealth and prestige, Young Master Cheng was a devoted lover. He liked Meng Tingzhi, but that was as far as it went. Meng Tingzhi didn’t take the car or the house. She left with only one of Cheng Zhuo’s broken watches. One day, Cheng Zhuo found a crumpled mock exam paper from the Second High School in Meng Tingzhi’s old books. Seven years ago, Class 7, Senior Year: Cheng Zhuo, 149 points. After graduating from college, Meng Tingzhi opened her own struggling art studio. Her cool, refined features lent an unexpectedly gaudy charm to her floral dress, and at the start of each month she carried a huge ring of keys to collect rent. One day, she got a call. Cheng Zhuo’s voice was hoarse with distress. “Meng Tingzhi, I’m the owner.” Cheng Zhuo went abroad in his senior year of high school. Meng Tingzhi once wrote him a letter at “Letters Across Three Lifetimes.” On a damp, rainy day years later, Cheng Zhuo ducked into the bookshop near the Second High School, wrote back, and sent the letter to his sixteen-year-old wife. | Unrequited love becomes mutual | The title comes from the Records of Local Customs: “In the sixth month, there are heavy rains, known as the Zhuozhi rains.” | Screenshot saved on May 20, 2021 Theme: Always keep your passion for love alive