The school bell in the rainy season is always covered in moisture. He Mingche rushed out of the classroom holding a transparent umbrella, but saw Xu Yunyi's figure trapped by the rain at the corner of the corridor.
He pushed the umbrella towards him by mistake, and hid in the rain curtain with his friends. Later, every cloudy day, the umbrella handle would be quietly passed between the desks. She hooked the umbrella ribs on the corners of his clothes, and he drew a clumsy smile on the mist on the umbrella. The careless conversations under the umbrella concealed his heartbeat, and the makeshift sneakers crushed the accumulated water, reflecting the youth that was hesitant to speak.
. 'Actually...
'I brought an umbrella
The two sentences were shattered in the wind, the umbrella frame swayed, and mottled light leaked out.
The idea: to use umbrellas as a carrier to capture the unspoken tenderness of youth - the partiality hidden in the tilt angle of the umbrella ribs, the cautious refraction of raindrops, and the half-meter-long moist world shared under the umbrella, are all the clumsy but passionate comments of young people's love. The ambiguity that does not need to be broken, the purity that is willing to stay, and the courage to learn to reconcile with regrets as you grow up. Just as the plum rain will eventually clear up, the throbbing under the umbrella blooms silently.