The sugar content is off the charts (((o(*?▽?*)O)))
In the midsummer of his sophomore year in high school, Zhixin, a transfer student, met the "class bully"
My deskmate Jiang Zhe. "Biology homework, thank you!" Jiang Zhe, who is always good at biology, always lends it to Zhixin. In the evening during the rainy season, huddled in the corner of the school awning, the cold wind unconsciously narrowed the "distance" between the two teenagers. The young man with a different and unapproachable personality was more gentle than expected. "Why did you have such a severe fever?" Zhixin seemed to have discovered the secret that the young man buried under the tree on that rainy night.
In the empty seats in the senior year of high school, Zhixin looked at the days when he used to enjoy the cool under the green trees, but never heard any news about Jiang Zhe again. The rain in my heart leaked like a sieve, fear and fear blended together, until I met my grandma by chance when I went to see a doctor, and the heavy rain swept over me unstoppably. "Why did you hide it from me?" The heavy rain seemed to muffle the boy's response. The boy got sick a long time ago.
It was snowing in the cold winter of the senior year of high school. Zhixin walked step by step to Jiang Zhe's hospital bed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't take care of grandma and you." The young man looked out the white window, "It's me, I'm sorry for you." The trees had already withered, and there was no one under the tree to enjoy the shade.
"I hate rainy days, but I don't hate when you are around." The boy was as soft as a baby, but with the coolness of the rain. His body temperature gradually disappeared in Zhixin's arms, like frozen raindrops, piercing Zhixin's body. The wind blew away the raindrops in the rain and took away the young man.
New branches sprouted, but the spring breeze could not blow away the frost. Grandma, who returned to her hometown in the countryside from the ward, passed away peacefully in her sleep, with the trees as coffins and fallen leaves as roots.
Zhixin, who returned to the city to inherit the family business, planted seeds in his later years that had already grown into towering trees, but there were no young people under them anymore. Zhixin, who has never been married, often returns to her empty hometown and sits in the courtyard as if her grandma and the boy have never left.
Note: The writing style of an elementary school student is not good at writing copy, so the ending is be.
Intention: After the rain, a rainbow appears, and my heart becomes gray