Xu Zhaoyi always remembered the promise he made when he was seventeen - to give him the letter when the rainy season comes. But Zhou Xubai held an umbrella, stood like a statue under the scorching sun of the graduation ceremony, and finally tucked the letter into "Listen to the Wind Sing".
Ten years later at an industry summit, the diamond ring on her ring finger made his microphone howl. The coffee stains spread out on the coaster to form the outline of a map of Beijing, but he didn't know that the reply she wrote was hidden in the borrowed book.
It wasn't until Chen Yu's body was carried out from the scene of the car accident that the forensic doctor opened the wallet he never left - the corners of two yellowed copies of the college entrance examination application form were still stuck to the corners with blue ink that had been wetted by the rain.
They said the rainy season was late, but actually we were traveling in the wrong season.
Intention: The rainy season never arrives, just like our brave youth.