#苹果放宽加密规则 A sudden downpour arrives, the black umbrella shivers under the eaves, droplets of water condensing on its ribs. The rose curls up next to the trash can, its petals covered in mud. The umbrella remembers the warmth of being held tightly by a girl, while the rose longs for the gaze on the glass of the flower shop. When the elderly scavenger picks up the rose and inserts it into the groove of the umbrella handle, the rusty ribs of the umbrella suddenly tremble— it turns out they are both waiting to become cherished parts of each other's lives, together holding up a stubborn red in the damp dusk.