Xiao Chong, dressed in a gray and white tracksuit, stood in front of the car, talking to his parents. The distance wasn't too close, so it was hard to hear clearly.
"Dad, Mom, looking at the weather signs, a storm is coming later. I won't be going back this afternoon."
"Huh, is it going to storm today?" Xiao's mother looked up at the sky, not understanding, and asked Xiao's father in the driver's seat, "Did the weather forecast mention rain today?"
"I didn't check the forecast, but if your son says it's going to rain, then it definitely will," Xiao's father said confidently.
Back when Xiao Chong was a child, Xiao's father and mother would take the whole family on outings, and it was always Xiao Chong predicting the weather. Especially when it came to "localized rain," his predictions were particularly accurate.
