He Ying met that figure again in the third rainstorm. Like a rainbow that could not be avoided after the rain, it flooded into her eyes again and again. Ren Jia, holding a dark umbrella, merged with the sky. Her shoes ran over the accumulated water, and small waves splashed up, staining the clean shoes. He Ying watched him getting closer and closer. , There was a kind of nervousness intertwined in her heart, and Ren Jia neatly handed over the umbrella. The rain wet the ground and moistened his eyes. He said, "Actually, the place on Seventh Street is where you often take shelter from the rain." And the second half of the sentence was like a touch of spring blowing into her heart, "It's like I didn't just show up, but waited for a long time."
Concept: It does not avoid the folds in reality, but can always find the gentle sunshine in the folds.