Even in the city of Hangzhou, where the rainy season came, the reason for the rain came and went was not to be foretold by the same people, accumulating a bunch of clouds, in exchange for a few hours of sultry, and the rain followed.

It is very bitter that the lotus flowers in the West Lake, which were only scorched by the scorching heat during the day, finally could see the smoke of the sunset, and then the flowers that bloomed on the sudden rain attacked, and the lotus seeds that were hard to protect were going to suffer again.

"It's raining." Three or two drops of drizzle and the gradual wind, pouring into the bright and future lotus leaves, all indicate the arrival of a rain.

The road from the hospital to home was not far, but An Ji and his parents walked for a long time, and even turned a corner and went around to the West Lake.

But no one took the initiative to speak along the way, until An Ji felt the shallow rain that seemed to be out of nowhere.

opened her mouth, An Ji's mother just stood up from the chair after her, didn't say anything, followed An Ji, and walked forward aimlessly.

As for An Jianing, who is a father, he only follows behind like a background board, smoking cigarette after cigarette, leaving traces of his own passage in every garbage can along the way.

It's not that An Jianing doesn't want to mix in the communication between mother and daughter, but among the three people present, only he is the least qualified to stop An Ji's idea, but because of the south wall he bumped into, he can't help but want to stop An Ji......

"Walk faster, go faster, if you don't bring an umbrella, it's going to rain when the time comes!"

"Buy an umbrella at the newsstand over there, the West Lake looks good on a rainy day."

The passers-by who ran for the rain were rarely in the mood to be distracted to see these three strange people who were still 'strolling around', and occasionally they were curious, but they were only hooked in the eyes, and when they came back to their senses three meters away, they were only left to hurry.

The pavement was getting wetter by bit, and the faint raindrops were dyed a little darker than the dry pavement - the rain was obviously much heavier, and it was already falling through the gaps in the dense leaves of the summer day.

An Ji opened his mouth slightly, and just wanted to say something, but the raindrops that crossed the leaves and came to his face were directly blocked, and the three of them merged into the long scroll of the West Lake embankment together with the heavier and heavier rain.

"Whoa......

The trio's grinding finally pierced the last line of defense of the clouds, causing the rain to pour down and begin to paint on the trio's clothes.

"Click, click......"

"Smack!"

After the sound of treading water, it was the three people who had already run to the bus stop kiosk to wait for the bus.

In fact, the rain had already left enough time for passers-by to leave, but I didn't expect there to be such three people who 'didn't have the eyesight to see'. So now there are only three An Ji family left in the station booth.

There was a distance between the two chairs, which were occupied by the mother and daughter. An Jianing, who gave the mother and daughter a blank look under the pretext of smoking, stood at the outermost place under the booth as he wished, and the cigarette in his mouth was already a new one.

A bus came in the distance, and An Ji didn't say anything, just stood up silently.

Dressed in short sleeves, he was just watered by the rain, and he sat here to blow the wind, and the stubborn anger was still accumulated in his heart, and he could still curl up a little while sitting, An Ji couldn't help but tremble a little when he stood up.

"Gone." An Ji's mother, He Yanqing, said this to An Jianing, and her arm was already wrapped around her daughter, who was now more than a head taller than herself.

The latter took two puffs of his cigarette, snuffed it out and put it in the garbage can, turned his head and ran to the bus that had already entered the station, and the smoke diffused from his nostrils into the air, "Here it is." Here it ......."

After getting into the car, the mother and daughter sat together, one looking out the window, and the other staring at her husband, as if the scene An Jianing had just seen was an illusion of smoke.