Zhang Yi, a student driving in the opposite direction, walked leisurely in an unfamiliar city, familiarizing himself with the path he must take to go to school while looking at the surrounding scenery. Across the road, he saw a familiar person.
That person was wearing a camel-colored horn-buttoned coat today. I don't know whether it was because the clothes made her look bigger or because she was already thin. Her whole figure seemed to be buried in a thick quilt.
She stood under the station sign, staring at the wet curb in a daze. The gradually dimming light made the profile of her face very soft.
Zhang Yi walked over calmly, stood on her left side, put his hands in his jeans pockets, and stayed with her in a daze.
The patter of rain stopped, and the sun came out. The moment I saw the halo, the sky, washed by the rain, was blue and clear.
In the winter of sixteen years old, Zhang Yi finally understood that the reason why people have to live so boringly is because you will always meet someone who makes you feel that you are no longer alone.