Some people like rainy days very much, because on rainy days, they can enjoy and listen to the rain, and they can go and watch those people outside who do not have umbrellas running desperately in the pouring rain.

Moreover, on rainy days, they can sit quietly by the window, open an interesting book, and read interesting sentences in the book to the sound of rain.

These are the pleasures that you can't feel on a sunny day.

Of course, people who like rainy days will never be children, because rainy days are the most annoying days for children, not only can they not go out to play, but they also have to do a lot of things they don't like at home.

It's a pity that every child needs to face rainy days.

……

Xixi looked at the heavy rain and stood quietly at the door of the chess club.

She was waiting for a little bit of rain and running home, she looked at the classmates who were picked up by her parents, and was a little envious.

But she didn't complain in her heart that she didn't pick up her mother.

Because, after she was selected as a regular student, her mother found a job as a nanny.

At this time, Xixi's mother may be picking up and dropping off her employer's children.

Perhaps, the hand holding the umbrella after picking up the employer's child was more about Xixi.

There were fewer and fewer children at the door, and finally in the end, only Xixi was left.

She looked at the angry rain that did not stop at all, and quietly stretched out her little white shoes, she wanted to feel the temperature of the rain.

The icy rain fell on her feet as heavy and stinging as a thumb-sized stone on her face.

She hurriedly retracted her feet, and even her neck was unnaturally curled with her.

She stamped her foot, trying to shake off the cold.

But even if she shakes off the cold, she will eventually face the colder rain.

Otherwise, run.

If you run, you won't get cold or feel pain.

Thinking so, she suddenly felt that it made sense.

As long as she runs fast enough, she might be able to forget the rain and the cold.

"Why haven't you been home yet?" As Xi Xi was about to run, a familiar voice came out behind her.

She secretly turned her head and realized that it was the extremely stern assistant coach in the chess club who spoke.

She looked at her, and she looked at her.

Until, she looked at her without an umbrella and stretched out the umbrella in her hand.

She lowered her head a little nervously.

"Take it. Hurry home. ”

The TA's voice still sounded as cold as usual, but in Xixi's ears, her words were much warmer than the rain outside.

She kept her head down and shook her head desperately.

It wasn't until the assistant teacher forced the umbrella into her arms that she raised her head.

"You don't always look down."

"Sometimes, you have to look up too."

The teaching assistant said these two words, and walked to the side of his own, still looking unintentionally muttering.

"Let's go, I'm still waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up."

……

Xi Xi left, she held an umbrella and blended into the street, and the small pink umbrella seemed to gradually blend into the colorful umbrellas on the street, and the pink eye-catching umbrella slowly merged into a small river, a stream, and finally a sea of umbrellas.

The assistant teacher looked at Xixi is head up, and a sense of pride suddenly surged in her heart, which slowly spread from her chest to her pale face, and also seemed to make her face, which was always regretful, a little more colorful.

For the first time, she felt that she could be so happy as a teacher.

But soon, this pride also disappeared without a trace as her face gradually recovered its paleness.

She wasn't qualified enough to be called a teacher, and even if she kept looking up and looked hard, she couldn't see the original color of the sky.

……

She picked up her phone, apparently trying to make a call.

However, after flipping through the contacts, she put down her phone.

She doesn't seem to have a boyfriend, nor does she have a friend who is willing to pick her up in the pouring rain.

She looked at the darkening sky, and she could only lean against the wall, picking up and putting down her phone again.

Maybe she's waiting for the rain to light up and running home.

……

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?"

As she looked at her phone, which was less than 10% charged, a man appeared in front of her.

He was holding an umbrella that was still dripping with raindrops, and the man was the same man she had smoked with in the morning.

She looked at her phone, which was only 10% charged, and nodded and shook her head.

She seemed to be deciding whether to turn off the phone or turn it on.

It's like I'm deciding how to answer this man.

Obviously, no one will send her an umbrella, and no one will send her a message asking if she has an umbrella.

But she still didn't want to turn it off, and she didn't want to say that she gave the umbrella to the student who called her teacher.

"Take it, I'm going to class." The man looked at her hesitantly, inexplicably remembered the words of the previous driver, he smiled and put the umbrella aside, and then he raised his head.

It was as if he saw a sky full of dark clouds.

There was a small gap.

There was a faint glimmer of light in that small gap.

It seems that no matter how heavy the rain is, it will stop.

It also seems that the sunshine in winter is also different from the sunshine in other seasons.

……

The afternoon class was taught by Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui's teaching policy is also the same as that of a chess nerd, with interesting choices to fill this chess room with sunshine.

And Yang Zheng also looked at the smiling children who gathered because of this sunshine.

He also seemed to have returned to his childhood, opening the chess game with them, like a beginner, reading the chess pieces on the chessboard.

Until the school bell rings.

He reluctantly said goodbye to Wang Fugui and his students.

When he finished everything and closed the door of the chess room and walked out of the chess club, he found that the rain was still falling outside, and there was a strong wind.

The street lamps on the street are dim and dark, and even the people with umbrellas on the street are running, running to escape from this darkness.

However, in the midst of these fleeing crowds, there was a man walking towards him with an umbrella.

She walked very carefully, apparently trying to avoid the points on the ground. But she didn't go slowly.

She went against the wind and against the light and slowly walked in front of Yang Zheng, who was speechless.

She looked at Yang Zheng and showed Yang Zheng's most familiar smile.

She handed the umbrella to Yang Zheng and pointed to the tall buildings lit in the distance as if to say something.

Yang Zheng took the umbrella and watched her lips close quietly.

It turned out that she was saying that she happened to pass by here today, so she wanted to wait for Yang Zheng to go home together.

Yang Zheng nodded, not debunking her lies.

He also held the umbrella aloft.

The wind and the rain seemed to let out an even more angry scream with his provocative movements.

But at this time, that small gap was finally torn open by the moon.

The bright moonlight was sprinkled on the earth.

It was also sprinkled in the passage for the disabled, and in that clean passage, there was a weed with a waist board.

That weed, compared to the unruly shared bicycles placed on the blind road, and the garbage bins blocking the passage of the disabled, are more like the most beautiful flowers in the cold city.

It looked at Yang Zheng and the woman holding the rain.

Catch the wind and laugh again.