#加密圆桌会议要点 Departure

When 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 and turning white.

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

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

Later, every rainy day when passing by the office building, I couldn't help but glance at that floor-to-ceiling window. One day I saw her standing under the eaves with a new umbrella, raising a coffee cup towards me. The misty warmth blurred the glass but made certain unspoken words clearer.