#BTC重返10万

When will bnb return to 700?

As the heavy rain suddenly arrived, I was huddled at the bus stop gnawing on a cold bun. A girl in a floral dress rushed in, holding a file bag, her hair dripping with water and her canvas shoes soaked white.

"Can I borrow the handle of your umbrella to avoid the rain?" Her voice sounded like it was soaked in rainwater, "I work in the office building right ahead." I shifted aside, and the umbrella tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. The way she lowered her head to wipe her documents reminded me of the librarian who repairs ancient books.

After three stops, she suddenly turned around: "My home is right across the street." As we exchanged the umbrella handle, the warmth of her fingertips came through the damp umbrella frame. The glass curtain wall reflected our overlapping silhouettes, like two plants keeping each other warm in the rain.

Later, every rainy day when I passed by the office building, I couldn't help but look towards that floor-to-ceiling window. One day I saw her standing under the eaves with a new umbrella, raising a coffee cup towards my direction. The steaming heat blurred the glass, but made some unspoken words clear.