It must be something exciting, or maybe kind of interesting, to be helped by someone you don't know. Although it seems crazy, it really occurred to me once.
It was in Shanghai when i had had a quarrel with Sinkey, and there was a typhoon around Shanghai.
So it was like raining cats and dogs. Her cell phone was powered off. In order to express my regret, I managed to get to the neighborhood gate where she lived.
When I called in her home, her mother answered and told me that she was out of home to buy some foods for her little tortoise. So I decided to wait until she went back home. As time passed by, I couldn't just stand there without doing something. I ran into the rain, wandering around the path between the Bird and Flower Market and Sinkey's home.
On the way , i met a man trying to help me. He asked me where i was going, and told me she can borrow me his umbrella. Without any thought, I refused his favor, maybe it's because of his straight way of doing that.
But later on I thought that maybe he was just trying to help. I was thinking too much on the bad things.
