At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Qitang left the community where he was a tutor.

The cool breeze with the smell of earth ran slowly through the broken hair around the ears, and there was a slight fishy smell wafting from the nose.

In the distance, clouds piled up in the sky, as if it was about to rain.

Song Qitang frowned, rummaged through his bag, and didn't find an umbrella.

The weather forecast didn't say that it would rain today, and I was so busy moving that my feet didn't touch the ground, and I forgot to take an umbrella when I temporarily changed my back and packed my textbooks.

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