Why Are You a Rain

It's raining again in Beicheng, and it seems to be the same as ten years ago. It's still a little different… Zhou Lang smoked his cigarette and looked up at the thin raindrops outside. When I was in school in Linxian, the rain from the south hurt my body, and even made me sore. But it has been so long that I can no longer remember the feeling at that time and the hazy rain. I just remember that every time it rained, there was always a pair of soft and warm hands pulling me out of the rain. It seemed that it was those same hands that pulled me out of Linxian, and out of the really humid 16-year-old. She walked out and lit a cigarette out of habit. The air on a rainy day is actually a bit chilly, and breathing it into your nose can wake you up better than the so-called peppermint popping beads. The rain was getting heavier, and the phone was jingling in her pocket again. Zhou Lang sighed, rain is always so annoying. So does she.