Hooligans Don't Talk About Love

Who said that when a person is sad, he is willing to watch the sun set. And who said that memory will be like water in the hand, it will always run out and dry up? In March, there are always too few sunny days and too many drizzles. An Xuan likes that kind of rain. It's not like the violence of summer or the haze of winter. It penetrates bit by bit and soaks in bit by bit. Holding a floral umbrella, I stepped lightly on the grass under my feet. The splashing water wetted my shoes and my heart at the same time. The light white and lavender magnolias are blooming in patches. They may not be so gorgeous but they capture people's attention. When the phone rang, An Xuan was standing still...