When he was young, Song Shirang was an unattainable and proud man.
He worked quietly, followed the rules, washed his school uniform until it turned white, and won a scholarship. He was a good student in everyone's eyes.
And Qiao Xiyu is brave and free, like a wisp of wind that cannot be caught in the wilderness.
No one would associate two people so different from each other.
On a rainy day, she threw away the umbrella he gave her in a bad way, and then watched him pick it back up and hold it for her without saying a word.
She yelled at him: "I don't want to hold the same umbrella as you! I don't want to walk with you either!"
He took a step back and followed her silently and slowly.
The entire umbrella tilted towards her, and he himself was completely drenched by the heavy rain in a short while.
He had been silently and stubbornly shielding her from the wind and rain.
Later, Song Shirang died in the summer when they reunited.
He comes quietly, waits quietly, and walks quietly.
Only one long and bitter love poem is left.
The umbrella that tilted in the heavy rain many years ago became the youth that Qiao Xiyu dared not touch.
Stethoscope × slate
Intention: My youth is not without scars.
