一月一日

为何最浪漫的故事， 都是发生在雨中呢？ 昨晚 - 我终于明白了。

一月一日， 没巴士。 两人一面走一面谈， 忽然天下起了细细的雨水。 她把雨伞打开， 俩人不好意思的走靠近点， 躲在那小小的雨伞避雨。

我忽然很自动地： 左手伸了过去帮她拿雨伞﹔ 右手抱着她的腰子。 当时， 她又害羞又尴尬， 紧张到轻轻的拍打我右手。 看来她真的很不好意思吧， 脸都红肿了。看到她这样， 我自己也紧张了起来， 心里加速不停的跳。

昨晚我终于发现了“毛毛细雨， 雨中开伞﹔ 雨中 伞下﹐ 感情十足”的秘诀了。

1st of January

Why are all the romantic stories set in the rain? Last night, I finally understood.

1st of January, there are no buses. Two of us just walked and talked when the rain started to pour. She opened her umbrella and both of us awkwardly walked closer together, hiding underneath the small umbrella from the rain.

It was just an impulse I had: my left hand reached for the umbrella she was holding; my right hand stretched over and hugged her waist. At that moment, she was shy and embarrassed, nervously she softly slapped my right hand. It seems she's really awkward, even her face has turned bright red. Seeing her like this, I became nervous myself, which makes my heart race non stop.

Last night, I finally realised the saying of "under the drizzle, an umbrella opens; under the umbrella, our hearts open".