The rain in Hangzhou, once it starts, is like rheumatism growing in the bones, causing pain for four years.
At the West Lake that year, Xia Binchen was the "money keeper" who couldn't help but in the family power struggle, and Ruan Ying was the "passer-by" who caught a glimpse.
An old dark blue umbrella was caught on the corner of his expensive suit next to the wooden post in the reed field.
Lingyin Temple is filled with incense, and all living beings seek perfection, but she only left him one sentence -
"So I kept this ray privately, hiding it in your ruts, and wishing you a safe journey."
At that time, he thought it was the deepest blessing, but later he realized that it was the hardest farewell.
The red sticker on the case was shocked by the dust.
The shackles of family interests have fallen, and she is the swallowtail butterfly determined to fly across the sea, while he can only be trapped in the storm called reality.
On the day of separation, she put away her old umbrella and looked indifferent:
"The rain has stopped, Mr. Xia, and we are no longer on the road."
She left, leaving behind an unfinished play "Swallowtail Butterfly".
He won the business war, but lost his only love in a heavy rain for the rest of his life.
Many years later, standing in the echo of the rain alley, he finally understood the deep meaning of the phrase "hiding in the ruts": it was the tenderness she had exhausted her luck to give him, and it was also her determination to cut off the world of mortals.
Since you can't hold back that old umbrella, then be the only person listening to the rain in this misty sky.
At least under the umbrella, she had been there.
[Author's words] Take advantage of the mist and rain in Hangzhou to write a fictional story of joys and sorrows. The alleys and landscapes in the article are all taken from real scenes, but the people under the umbrella and the emotions that happened are all a big dream written by the author. Please do not substitute reality and do not take it seriously.
The flower of the high mountain that has melted the old ring for fourteen years × The sober actress who saw through him at a glance
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Purpose: This book takes the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River as the background color, and uses the "swallowtail butterfly" as a metaphor to refer to those gorgeous but short-lived partings that are determined by freedom. Through the mismatch between the two people in the shackles of family and self-pursuit, the story explores that the highest state of love is not possession, but restraint and fulfillment - even if you cannot keep the giant under the umbrella, you must protect the courage of the swallowtail butterfly to fly across the sea. This is not only a regret about missing out, but also an affectionate tribute to independent soul and free will.