Small theater:
One rainy night, he passed by the door of the liberal arts class. At that time, she happened to take out the papers from the grade group.
The temperature was still a little cool at night after the rain, and the noisy corridor was crowded with people. Among all the dark blue school uniforms, he was not wearing a school uniform, which made him particularly eye-catching. The weak light from the voice-activated light shone on his head, forming a shallow halo. There seemed to be gray-white smoke lingering around him, perhaps because the cigarette he had just smoked had not completely dissipated.
She hadn't spoken to him for a long time, and she stood in the shadow of the corridor in a daze for a while. The cool breeze blew gently through the cracks in the window, and the broken hair on her forehead was flying, stinging her eyes. She looked at his back alone, reluctant to blink.
She was worried that her eyes were too obvious, and she was afraid that he would know, but she still stared in rapt attention, replaying the acquaintance scene over and over again in her mind, and the throbbing over and over finally returned to stillness...
She wanted to find the shadow of the two of them in the various rain curtains with their eyes flowing, radiating light, and gentle sailing.
That spring breeze falling on the red pile was the most untouchable memory in her life, letting go of all the kites flying in the wind in this life.
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I don't stubbornly insist on any outcome, not marriage or having children. Falling in love with you is my outcome.
A short story adapted from the author's true story, watch it rationally
Purpose: To commemorate a time with little regret