"Expired Barometer"
Double male protagonists Zhu Weiyu×Zhou Ting
——"Our weather forecast always stops at seventeen."
I wish Weiyu hates sunny days.
The sun was so bright that people had nowhere to hide. But rainy days are different - the sound of rain is noisy, it can cover up the curse of my father's drunkenness, and it can blur the sound of the rolling wheels of my mother's suitcase when she leaves home. He grew up in humidity, like a moss without light, until he met Zhou Ting.
Zhou Ting is a transfer student, and her school uniform always has the dry smell of Danruo washing powder. He always holds an orange umbrella on rainy days and waits stubbornly at the door of Zhu Weiyu's class. "The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms in the afternoon," he smiled and shook his phone. "My barometer is as accurate as the weather station."
They skipped class together and went to an abandoned weather station and kissed next to the rusty instruments; Zhou Ting taught Zhu Weiyu how to fold a barometer with paper and took him to the beach if the arrow pointed to a sunny day. Zhu Weiyu wrote in her diary: "It turns out there is really someone who can make you look forward to good weather tomorrow."
But weather forecasts in adolescence are never accurate.
In her senior year of high school, Zhou Ting's bone pain became more and more frequent, and she had double images when looking at the blackboard. The words "late stage leukemia" on the diagnosis certificate were like a bolt from the blue. On the last day, Zhou Ting, who was on the hospital bed, tried her best to raise her hand and drew a small sun in the air with her fingertips: "It's raining... The sun is about to come out..."
Six years later, Zhu Weiyu became a weather broadcaster. He always brings the orange umbrella with him on sunny days, and his colleagues laugh at him for being weird. Only he knows that he will always have the folded paper barometer in his pocket - the pointer will always stop at the "rain turns to sunny" scale and will never be updated.
Some people are like expired barometers. They are obviously no longer valid, but you are reluctant to throw them away.
Purpose: cherish the present moment
