Who is a petite figure in the rain?
She stood there for a long time. Is she waiting for someone? Why is there no one left?
She is trembling. It's raining harder and harder. I can't see if she got caught
Hey, how did she shrink into a ball? Never mind. Can't be asleep? If you sleep in such a cold place, you will catch cold.
Tick. The sound of water splashing and falling back on the lake is still clear in the dripping rain.
The boy leaned out, and the water splashed under his feet, which startled the girl standing nearby. She slightly shook her body with an umbrella, turned around, and found the boy she had never met. She was a little surprised.
The boy is somewhat handsome. Seeing that the girl found herself, she hurriedly lowered her head, with a faint blush on her face.
"Are you looking at my paper boat?" The girl's words were as soft as the wings of a butterfly. Unconsciously, the girl walked gently in front of him.
The girl's clear eyes reflected the blue water of the lake, without a ripple.
"Firefly, is it an innocent and beautiful dream?" Such a line was written on the paper boat.
"Ah, um". The boy subconsciously lowered his head and avoided looking.
"Today's rainforest is also very quiet." The girl looked at his hands, which had nowhere to put them, and smiled gently. "Oh, well" the boy was relieved. Gather up courage and raise your head.
"Are you here to listen to the rain, too?" the girl asked with a smile. The smile was sweet, like the breeze in midsummer, blowing across the boy's face. The boy saw the girl's face clearly. The heart's eyes narrowed slightly, as if there were ripples in their eyes.
The boy could see his mind and stood still. "His eyes are clearer than everything in the world, and it seems that the stars are hidden," he thought.
"Then, when you acquiesce," the girl took her hand. Take her slowly to a bridge. Breezes blew through the trees. Hundreds of white birds, like streamers, are slowly sent by the breeze into the deep pool of birds with dense water vapor and tranquility.
The boy tightened his tight cloak.
The breeze blew through her long hair scattered on her shoulders.
The boy looked at the girl's back and walked slowly.
The boy frowned slightly, without much thought.
"Well, here it is." The girl walked to the grass slope not far ahead, gently opened her umbrella, and motioned for the boy to sit down. The boy shook his head and said, "The umbrella is too small for two people. If you get caught in the rain, you will catch cold."
Looking at the boy's serious eyes. The girl smiled without saying a word and slowly looked away.
The boy shrugged his shoulders, came to the girl and sat down gently. Soft grass surrounded them.
The sound of raindrops falling on the oil paper umbrella gently rapped the heartstrings and kept on. Soon, it began to rain heavily, and the wind shook the soft grass. Small spots of light were blown down by the wind from the tangled grass. The wind continued to blow, like whispering.
Countless spots of light slowly floated up from the ground and went towards the sky. The breeze is blowing softly.
The girl gently raised her hand and gently held one of the spots. The boy looked at the girl in surprise.
"What is this?" the boy asked, his eyes puzzled.
The girl looked at the boy, and his simple and honest appearance made the girl laugh. The girl turned her back, covered her mouth with her hand, and giggled softly. The laughter was as clear as a silver bell.
