That Year in Jiangcheng, the Rain Turned into Poetry

He is just an ordinary freshman majoring in visual communication design at Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical College. His family background is not bad, but he is not superior by any means. He has a gentle personality, cannot speak nice words, and does not have any amazing talents. After coming to Jiangcheng, what he wanted to do most was simple: study design well, successfully finish college, find a stable job in the future, and reassure his parents. Until that night, he met Su Baizhou, the school beauty of Jiangcheng University of Finance and Economics next door, in the snack street between the two schools. She is beautiful, cold, and unapproachable, and is an unattainable existence among many people. But when Lan Chuan saw her for the first time, she was just a girl with a broken umbrella, being watched and secretly photographed, and trapped in the rain dragging her suitcase. He didn't ask for her name or contact information. He just shielded her from some unwanted glances and lent her his only umbrella. Lan Chuan thought it was just a small thing on the first day of school. Su Baizhu remembered the figure running back to Jiangzhi in the rain. Later, the night shift at the convenience store, a bowl of porridge when I had a stomachache, the design draft that was returned countless times, and the back and forth between the two schools brought two people who should not have crossed paths slowly closer. Others laughed at him for studying in a junior college, laughed at him for being ordinary, and laughed at him for not being worthy of the school belle Jiang Cai. But Su Baizhu knew that what he liked was never a dazzling person. It was Lan Chuan who left her the umbrella in the heavy rain but didn't even leave his name.