Fateful encounter
The heavy rain pounded against the glass curtain wall of the teaching building. Yun An rushed into the art classroom with his wet sketchbook in hand, and the corners of his clothes were still dripping. Suddenly, he bumped into a warm human wall, and charcoal pens and drawing paper were scattered all over the floor.
"You don't have eyes?" Shen Qing's paint-stained fingers brushed the tip of Yun An's red nose. He looked down at Yun An's embarrassed appearance, and the collar of his school uniform was still stained with plaster debris. "Is this the quality of an art student?"
Yun An raised his head suddenly and met a pair of ice-hardened eyes. He bent down to pick up the soiled painting. The sycamore trees in the rain were wrinkled by Shen Qing's leather shoes: "It's better than someone splashing red paint on other people's works." In the painting competition three days ago, his entry was destroyed in this way.
Shen Qing's pupils shrank, his Adam's apple rolled and he sneered. The moment thunder exploded outside the window, the two of them reached out their hands almost at the same time, fighting for the surviving drawing. The temperature between the knuckles mixed with the smell of heavy rain, like a dangerous fire, crackling in the humid air.
Many years later, when Yun An was signing at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the tip of the pen was still hanging on the marriage certificate. He looked at the wedding ring of the same style as his on Shen Qing's ring finger, and suddenly remembered that on the day of the rainstorm, when the second button of Shen Qing's shirt was pulled off by him in a panic, there was a birthmark in the shape of a sycamore leaf on the collarbone exposed in a panic.
"Hello, Shen Qing. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Yun An." He finally put down the pen, and the ink marks blurred on the paper. "This time I am not an opponent, but your legal partner."
Shen Qing stretched out her hand to cover the back of his hand, and rubbed the light scar left by the dispute with her fingertips: "Unfortunately, I have been waiting for this sentence for my entire youth." The sunlight outside the glass window was just right, and the overlapping shadows of the two were carved into the double sketch that was scrapped when they were young.
Purpose: Rejoice in enemies
