One day in September 1983, it was raining heavily. I was still in the preparatory get out of class, and I was rushing to tutor the students after class. "Zhou Qingting——" my classmate Fang Liangmei came up to me and called me. "Brother asked if you are interested in working as a weather report girl on a TV station. You only need to go three times a week, which is much easier than tutoring." Liangmei asked me. Her brother Fang Weizhi is the producer of the news department of the TV station, and we have met several times. "Why don't you go?" I asked her.

"He didn't ask me! Well, are you interested?" "No, I'm afraid." "Why don't you think about it? You can report the weather to an audience all over Hong Kong." "I don't want to report annoying weather like this. It's discouraging to say that it's going to rain tomorrow." "Who can control the rain tomorrow?" "But I can forget it." I said, "I'm rushing to tutoring." "See you tomorrow," she said. I said goodbye to Liangmei in the rain.It is said that rain is a woman's tears.In the city of Dinan in northwest France, if it rains on the wedding day, the bride will be happy, because all the tears she should have shed will fall from the sky on that day.However, in western France, people in the Poitou region believe that if it rains on the wedding day, the bride will die before the groom in the future, and if the sun is out, the husband will go to the grave one step earlier than the wife.If that's the case, I'd rather it rain on my wedding day.It is the happiest to die before the person who loves oneself, although this kind of happiness is very selfish.

On the way home, it was still raining.The outside of an electronics store was packed with passers-by watching live TV news. "Because the future of Hong Kong is uncertain, the Hong Kong dollar has plummeted. One U.S. dollar is exchanged at 9.8 Hong Kong dollars. The Financial Secretary announced that the exchange rate between the U.S. dollar and Hong Kong dollar will be fixed immediately at 1:7.8." A newscaster named Xu Wenzhi reported. I stared blankly at him on the screen. I never thought that one day we would meet, fall in love and be separated. Everything seemed to be the rain of tomorrow, which was never under our control.

In January 1986, I was studying fashion design, which was my last year, and Leong Mae was studying law. One day, Fang Weizhi mentioned again that he asked me to work part-time to report the weather. "The fee for each appearance is 150 yuan. Each appearance, including preparation, only takes 15 minutes. The remuneration is not bad," he said. "That's right, you can also appear in the clothes you designed yourself." At that time, I was studying on grants and government loans, and I really needed some money. Liang Mei and Fang Weizhi wanted to help me, so I agreed.Anyway, no one can control the rain tomorrow, if I don't go, someone else will.More importantly, I want to know Wenzhi.

"Brother, your news reporter Xu Wenzhi is very popular, and many of our female classmates like him." Liangmei said to her brother. "This guy is very good. He is a top student in the journalism department." Fang Weizhi said. At that moment, Wenzhi was still out of reach for me. The weather report airs immediately after the news report and is broadcast live from the same studio. On my first day at work, Wenzhi happened to be reporting the news. From a glimpse on the TV screen in 1983 to this day in January 1986, after two years, I finally saw the real Wenzhi. In the small live broadcast room where the set was set up, we finally met, it was reality, not set.

After the news report was over, Wen Zhi stood up and nodded to me.Fang Weizhi just came into the studio, he pulled Wenzhi and introduced us. "Zhou Qingting is my younger sister's classmate, she is studying fashion design." "Dragonfly?" He was curious about my name. "Yes, the flying one," I said. "It's time to prepare." Fang Weizhi reminded me. When I faced the camera for the first time, I was completely embarrassed.I changed the sentence in the manuscript "a rain belt covers the coast of South China, and it is expected that there will be showers and dense clouds in the next few days" to "a areola covers the coast of South China". I immediately found that every man in the live broadcast room and the control room All laughing.The photographer even laughed so much that he almost couldn't hold the camera steady with both hands.

After the show ended, Fang Weizhi came up to comfort me. "It's a good performance for the first time." I could see how reluctant he was. I picked up my purse and umbrella, and left the broadcast studio as if nothing had happened.I'm really afraid that someone will recognize me when I walk down the street tomorrow. Outside the TV station, it was raining heavily. I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for the bus. Wen Zhi just got off work, so his motorcycle was parked by the side of the road. "When I first came out to report the news, I wasn't necessarily better than you," he said with a smile.

He must have seen me make a fool of myself, it was embarrassing. "The weather has not been very good these days," he said. "Yes, it's been raining." "The first time I was on camera, my feet were shaking." "Me too just now." "Then I thought of a way." "what way?" "I put one foot on the other. If I do that, at least one foot won't shake," he laughs. At this time, a small bus came. "I'm in the car." I told him. "Goodbye," he said. "thanks." The minibus drove away, and I left Wenzhi in the wind and rain.Looking back at him in the rain from the back seat of the minibus, I suddenly felt a very warm feeling.We seem to have seen it somewhere before, maybe before 1983, we have seen it before.

Two days later, when I came to the studio again, everyone seemed to be afraid of me. Wen Zhi, who had just reported the news, told me: "Don't forget to put one foot on the other." I sat on a round stool, stepped on my left foot with my right foot, and my whole body seemed to settle down. I took the camera as Wenzhi and told him that the temperature this day is between the lowest 12.4 degrees and the highest 15.7 degrees, and the relative humidity is 55-60%. It rains.Wenzhi, it will still rain tomorrow. "You did a good job." Fang Weizhi praised me. I really want to thank Wen Zhi, they said, he went out to interview.

Wenzhi went out for an interview that day. You should be able to see his interview report on the evening news.I took a shower and was about to watch the news. When I turned on the TV, the picture was blurry. The administrator said that the public antenna of the building was broken and someone would come to fix it tomorrow.I remembered that there was a herbal tea shop nearby that opened very late, and there was a TV in the shop, so I hurriedly changed clothes and went to the herbal tea shop to watch TV in the rain.Although I can see him on TV two days later, for some reason, I really want to see him tonight.

On the TV screen, Wenzhi is reporting a murder case.A man poisoned his wife who wanted to break up with him with sycamore.He personally made a cake for her, but she refused to eat it.He said: "You can leave after eating, and I won't pester you anymore." She ate and died in his arms.He put her body on the platform to soak in the rain, believing that this would cleanse her and cleanse her heart of not loving him. Was it raining on their wedding day?So the bride dies first. Coming out of the herbal tea shop, I found Wenzhi's motorcycle parked by the side of the road.The car body is still hot, he should have just walked away.I stood next to the agency, really wanting to wait for him to come back.I thought, I could pretend that I happened to pass by here, and ask him about the love murder case along the way. Fifteen minutes passed and he was still out of sight. Thirty minutes passed, and he still hadn't come back. A man driving a private car almost knocked down Wenzhi's locomotive when the car backed up at the parking lot. "Be careful." I reminded him immediately. I suddenly felt like a dog, guarding his things for the master, but the master didn't tell me to do so. Forty-five minutes passed, and Wenzhi still hadn't returned.Does he live nearby and won't come back tonight? There will be fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and shops will be closed.Why should I wait for him to come back?Maybe I'm too lonely, I don't want to just go back to the place where no one talks to me. The car body is no longer hot, and Wenzhi has not returned yet.If he saw me waiting for him when he came back, he must feel strange, so I decided to wander around, and if he came back, I would pretend to meet him just as I had thought before. I went into the convenience store and bought a pack of fruit candies. When I came out, I happened to see Wenzhi riding that motorcycle and leaving. I waited for forty-five minutes, only to walk away for five minutes, only to see his back. I spent so much time guarding that locomotive that it left me mercilessly. I went back alone, alone, the rain fell on my shoulders, tomorrow, I will sew a raincoat, so that next time I will guard the locomotive for Wenzhi, I will not get wet from the rain. After that, I often met Wenzhi in the live broadcast room, but I never told him that I used to stand beside his motorcycle waiting for him to come back. This kind of thing is too stupid. On a sunny day, I used a sewing machine to sew a raincoat like a skirt, with a bow at the waist and a hat attached.The raincoat is lemon yellow, and yellow is the most conspicuous color in the smoky environment.I hope that next time, Wenzhi will see me hovering near his locomotive. Maybe, that lemon yellow raincoat really worked. When school was over that day, it rained suddenly. I took out the yellow raincoat in my backpack and put it on, waiting for the bus at the bus stop.Wenzhi passed by on his locomotive and saw me. "Where are you going?" he asked me. "Go to Wan Chai." "May I give you a ride? I'm also crossing the sea. It's raining a lot here." I couldn't wish for it, and jumped into his car immediately. "How did you see me?" I asked him. "Your raincoat is very eye-catching, like a big lemon." "I made it myself," I said.I didn't tell him why I made this raincoat. "It's beautiful," he said. "thanks." "Do you live in Wan Chai?" "Yes, how about you?" "Me too, and I haven't left since the day I was born." "What street do you live on?" "Xie Fei said." "I used to live in Jaffe Road, maybe we met when we were young." "where do you live?" "Lockhart said." "Did you move there with your family?" "No, Mom and Dad passed away, so I can only move to a small unit by myself." "Oh. It's been raining for the past few days. I don't know when this rain will last." "Why do you drive the car? It's very dangerous, especially when it's raining, the road is wet and slippery." I said. "I learned it when I was in college. At that time, I thought that if I came to work in a newspaper in the future, it would be better to know how to drive a car. Some newspapers require reporters on the breaking news team to have a driver's license for a motor vehicle." "I've seen you since 1983." "Where?" "On TV, you reported that the Financial Secretary announced that one US dollar would be fixed at 7.8 Hong Kong dollars." "That was my first day in charge of news reports, and I also covered that news. The linked exchange rate is unreasonable and I believe it will be canceled soon." Neither Wenzhi nor I could have imagined that the unreasonable linked exchange rate would last longer than our love.Wouldn't it be better if love was like the Hong Kong dollar and the U.S. dollar, always pegged at a ratio of 7.8 to 1? That day, when I was having dinner with Liangmei, I asked Hao: "Does Xu Wenzhi have a girlfriend?" "I don't seem to have heard of it." "I like a boy." Liangmei continued. "Who?" I was very afraid that that person was Wen Zhi. "He's from the Department of Chemistry, and his name is Xiong Bi." I breathed a sigh of relief. "He looks very interesting. He is tall, very thin, and has a pair of very short-sighted eyes. He is silly and very interesting." "Do you like this kind of boy?" I wondered. "This kind of boy will be devoted to girls. And his focused expression when he is doing experiments in the laboratory is very attractive." "You want to pursue him?" "A man like him won't pursue girls, he has no guts." "I really admire your courage. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you were rejected?" "If he refuses, it is his loss. If you think about it this way, there is no problem." Yes, Liangmei is braver than me in everything. As long as a person is not afraid of losing, such as losing his dignity, he can do anything. "My brother's girlfriend rented a house on Lamma Island. It's a big place. We made an appointment to spend the weekend there. I asked Xiong Bi to come with me. Can you come?" In order to earn some money, I invite children to paint in a children's studio every weekend.If you go on a trip, someone else will do the work for you. "No way." I said. "Xu Wenzhi is also here." "Can I come later?" I immediately changed my tone. "Okay, I'll give you the address, and I'll tell me which boat you're taking." At dusk on the weekend, after I left the studio, I hurried to Lamma Island. Wenzhi was waiting for me at the pier. "They sent me to pick you up, in case you couldn't find that room." He smiled and said, "Did you teach children to draw?" "Ok." "What age?" "From four to eight years old." "What do you usually draw?" "I let them draw whatever they like. Parents are very strange. If their children can't draw apples, oranges, and bananas after three months, they feel that the teacher has not done their duty. Who said that you must draw apples What? Even if I draw apples, I will let them draw the apples in their minds. If there is only one way to draw apples, it would be too sad. People have all kinds of norms when they grow up, they can’t do this, they can’t do that.” "Your future design must be different from others." He said with a smile. Later, I knew that we strived to be extraordinary, but in the end, we would lose the happiness of many ordinary women. "Why did you become a reporter?" I asked him. "Maybe it's driven by a sense of mission." "A sense of mission?" "I love being a reporter, exposing the truth, reporting the facts. Is it corny?" "No. Compared to you, I have no sense of mission. I only hope that people who can afford to buy my clothes." "This is also an ideal." He said indulgently. Fang Weizhi's girlfriend Gao Yiya is a composer, and they have been together for many years. Liangmei brought Xiong Bi, who studied chemistry, and he looked really weird. At night, Liangmei clamored to wait for the sunrise together on the rooftop. "Here, you can see the sunrise at five o'clock," she said. In the end, she was the one who fell asleep first, and she fell asleep by snuggling up to Xiong Bi on purpose. Xiong Bi supported until one o'clock and fell asleep. After Fang Weizhi drank, he was already too tired to sleep on the bench on the roof.Gao Yiya couldn't bear it until three o'clock in the morning, and it was only me and Wenzhi left. "It's better to sleep, anyway, the sunrise is the same every day." Wen Zhi said. "Be patient, I suddenly want to watch the sunrise." "No, I didn't sleep until late at work last night." "Please, don't sleep, watch the sunrise with me." "Okay." He smiled wryly. I took out the clock case from my purse and put it beside me. "What is this?" I put the clock box beside him and let him hear the ticking of the clock. "Is it a clock?" I opened the box, and the box was connected to a clock with a minute hand. The lid was opened, and the clock inside could be seen.A floating dust is lying on the empty space between twelve o'clock and three o'clock on the clock face. "Is this a bug?" Wenzhi asked me. "This kind of insect is called Fuchenzi. Despite its small body, this kind of insect can fly from China to Japan every year." "Why put a dead worm in the clock?" "This clock was left to me by my father. My father who is a tailor likes to collect specimens of insects." "So your name is also Dragonfly?" "Yes, he hopes that I can fly when I grow up, but dragonflies can't fly too high." "Is this Floating Chenzi also a specimen made by your father?" "Yeah. Dad has a friend who is a watchmaker. He bought this travel clock from an old stall. He inlaid Dad's floating dust on the clock face and gave it to my dad. So this clock is unique in the world." "Since there are so many insect specimens, why use Fuchenzi?" "Mom likes floating dust. She said that time is like floating dust, which always comes and goes in a hurry." "Do you always carry this clock with you?" "I will take it with me when I go on a trip. Coming to Lamma Island is considered a trip." I set the alarm time to five o'clock in the morning: "It can also wake us up in case we fall asleep. We can see the sunrise on the horizon in 20 minutes." He struggled and said, "Yes." My eyelids almost drooped uncontrollably. "Don't fall asleep." I heard him calling me in my ear. "Say something to me." I struggled in pain. Gradually, I couldn't even hear his voice. The glare of the sun woke me up, and when I opened my eyes, the sun was already in the sky. I looked at Wenzhi beside me. He rested his head in his hands and stared straight ahead.There are two big bags under the eyes on his face, and he wants to cry but has no tears. "Sorry, I fell asleep." I said shamefully. "No-tight-tight." He gritted his teeth. "Why didn't the alarm go off?" I checked my clock. "It rang, you didn't wake up." He even spoke half a beat slowly. After leaving Lamma Island, Fang Weizhi and Liang Mei went home together, and Xiong Bi went back to the university dormitory. "I'm really sorry about watching the sunrise." On the way, I apologized to him. "It's okay, I'm much better now." He laughed. "You really don't blame me?" "Being able to fall asleep before sunrise is very blissful." On the bus, Wenzhi finally fell asleep, and I leaned against him gently. I looked at my floating clock, and when I arrived at the station, Wen Zhi had just slept for twenty minutes. We can do it again for the twenty minutes we lost. "I'm here." I called him up. He woke up with red veins in his tired eyes. "Did we ever meet? A long time ago?" I asked him. "Really?" He was at a loss. "I think so. Don't forget to get out of the car." I said, getting up. "Goodbye." He said to me. "Thank you." I said, "I'm going to Chengdu in two days." "Really? To work, or something?" "Go on a trip and go alone." "See you later." "thanks." I got out of the car and waved goodbye to him in the car. I fell in love with him long before sunrise. Why? On the morning of departure to Chengdu, I made a phone call to Wenzhi at the train station. "I'm leaving, is there anything I want to bring back?" "No, just have fun." "I'm in the car." "Be careful on the road, goodbye." "Thank you." I hung up the phone and stood on the platform waiting for the bus.At that moment, I suddenly missed him very much.He always gives me an indescribable sense of security. On the train from Guangzhou to Chengdu, I took out the Fuchen clock, put it to my ear, and listened to the ticking sound. For many years, I was alone on the journey, but this time, I was alone. no longer alone. When I came back from Chengdu, I brought a bottle of chili sauce to Wenzhi.The original bottle was ugly, so I bought a glass bottle, poured chili sauce into it, and tied a bow on the bottle. When I saw him on TV that day, I carefully gave him the chili sauce. "There are no gifts to buy in Chengdu, this chili sauce is delicious." "The bottle is beautiful." He admired. "I replaced it." "No wonder, thank you." "I don't know if you like chili sauce—" "I like it, especially Indian curry." "Is your special going well?" "I have been editing films from morning to night these days, and now I am also going to the editing room." "can I see?" "You are interested in?" "Ok." "Ok!" "What is it about?" "It's about immigration." In the editing room, I sat behind Wenzhi's editor and watched Wenzhi's interview clips.The special series discusses the current immigration issues of Hong Kong people. In order to avoid 1997, many families choose to separate their husbands and wives.The special series mainly interviews two families. In both families, the husband stays in Hong Kong, and the wife and children are waiting for naturalization in Toronto. In one case, the man who was alone in Hong Kong used to drink with his friends after get off work every day and came home very late. After his wife immigrated to Toronto with their only son, the man returned home after get off work every day and waited for his wife's long-distance call.Women become strong and independent in a foreign country with ice and snow, but men, on Christmas night, cried when they talked with Bibang's wife on the phone, and asked her to comfort him. His wife said on the phone: "Don't be like this. Didn't we agree to be separated for three years for the sake of the future?" The man cried: "I don't know what this is for." The strong wife said: "Parting is for reunion." It was already late at night when I left the TV station. "I'll take you back." Wen Zhi said. "Thank you." "What do you think?" Wenzhi asked me. "I was thinking about what the lady said, she said 'separation is for reunion', is separation really for reunion?" "In the past, people paid a lot of price for not leaving a relationship, such as giving up their ideals and giving up opportunities. Today, people can give up a relationship for these. Parting is just to pursue better things." "I feel sorry for that man—" "Yes, after his wife left, he realized that he couldn't live without her. On Christmas night, we were with him at his house waiting for his wife's long-distance call, and he didn't expect him to cry like that. He always thought it was him My wife can’t live without him. Next week is the Lunar New Year holiday, and our interview team will go to Toronto with him to film his past visits to his family.” I didn't expect that just after I came back, he was leaving again. "Here we are." He put me down, "Is there anything you want me to bring back?" "Isn't it troublesome?" He shook his head. "I want a pair of woolen socks." "Why wool socks?" "I just thought of it suddenly." "Okay, bye." "Thank you and have a nice trip." He drove away and came back in a second. "I just said goodbye to you—" he said. "Yes, Thanks." "Why do you always say 'thank you' instead of 'goodbye' every time I say goodbye?" "I don't say goodbye. Whether you say 'goodbye,' 'bye,' or 'see you tomorrow,' I just say thank you," I said. On Sunday, when teaching children to draw in the studio, I asked them to draw a pair of woolen socks. "Why draw a pair of socks?" A boy in the class raised his hand and asked me. "It just occurred to me," I said. The real reason is very selfish, I miss him in the ice and snow. On the 30th night of the Lunar New Year, I had a reunion dinner at Liangmei’s house. Liangmei asked me: "What are your plans after graduation?" "Of course I am looking for a job, maybe I will work as a designer in a garment factory." "My brother is getting married." "Really?" I asked Fang Weizhi, "Brother, congratulations, are you following Gao Yiya?" "Who else but her?" Liangmei said. "Yia is going to study in Germany, and she will go there for three years. She wants to get married first, and then go there." "Will you go with her?" "I will stay in Hong Kong, my career is in Hong Kong." Fang Weizhi said helplessly. "You mean Eya proposed to you?" Liangmei asked her brother. "I don't mind waiting for her, but she feels that since she is going to be away for three years, everyone should have a name." "Brother, Yiya is so kind to you." I said. Gao Yiya is only twenty-seven years old. She is talented and well-qualified. No one knows what will happen three years later. She doesn't need to restrain herself at this time. "I think she's a little selfish." Liangmei complained on behalf of her brother, "She wants to leave for three years, but she wants you to wait here for her. If you become her husband, you have an obligation to wait for her. If you change your mind, you will be criticized by thousands of people." .But she forgot that she left you." "Loving someone should include letting him pursue his ideals." Fang Weizhi said. "If I love a man very much, I am reluctant to leave him. Dragonfly, do you think she is selfish?" Liangmei forced me to express my position. "Germany is a very far away place!" I said. "Yes." Fang Weizhi said. "Aren't you afraid of losing so far apart? Love should be owned." "Love is the beauty that cannot be had." Fang Weizhi said. It took me a long, long time to understand this truth. Wenzhi came back from Toronto and brought me a pair of gray wool socks. "Thank you, it's very warm!" I put wool socks on my hands, "Didn't you say you like Indian food? I know there is one in Central, it's good. May I invite you?" I said. He smiled and said, "Okay, the Indian food over there is terrible." "How about that man's wife?" I asked him in the restaurant. "She is much stronger than her husband. Before leaving, she told her husband not to visit her often to save some money. She also told him not to make long-distance calls to her if it was not necessary. The phone charges are very expensive." "Women tend to adapt to their environment more easily than men." "Because men often can't let go of their dignity." Wenzhi said. After dessert, the waitress brought a plate of quiche cookies. "What's this?" we asked her. "It's a fortune teller," she said. "Divination pie?" I wondered. "There is a piece of fortune-telling paper hidden in each piece of cake, which can predict your fortune. We call this kind of cake happiness cake, just take a piece of it." She said with a smile. I chose a piece on the plate. "I don't know if it's accurate—" I said. "You haven't read the signature paper inside." Wen Zhi said. I divided the egg cake into two pieces, and pulled out the sign paper inside. The sign is: May you never be sad. "Is it really possible not to be sad forever?" I asked Wen Zhi, "It's impossible." "This is how the signature is written." "It's your turn, pick a piece." Wenzhi chose a piece on the plate and took out the signature paper inside. "What's written on it?" I asked him. He showed me the signature paper, which read: Cherish the people in front of you. Who is the person in front of me?He looked at me, a little embarrassed. "Let's go," he said. On the way home, the wind was biting cold and the light rain was blowing. "It's already spring," I said. He didn't answer me, is the person in front of him me? "I'm here," I said. He stopped and said goodbye to me. "Why didn't you say goodbye?" he asked me. "Do you want to know?" "It's okay if you don't want to—" "The morning my father went to the hospital for the last time, I left home for school. Before I left, I said to him: 'Daddy, goodbye.' After I got out of school, he was no longer there. My mother was lying in the hospital before she died. She told me Said: 'From now on you have to take care of yourself, come, say goodbye to me.' I said goodbye to her, and I never saw her again. I hate parting, 'goodbye' means forever to me See you no more." "Sorry." "May you never be sad," I said. "Thank you." He left in the wind, but his back became clearer and clearer. Is he someone else?