I am living a boring life, walking gently, and bumping into you who are running. The flowing fire in autumn carries the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. Just by chance, unknown red lines were laid. Whether it is an exciting journey or an adventure, no matter what, the throbbing of youth is unforgettable. Small gestures bring wireless reverie. Next to the boring line of life, is it because of the gentle breeze blowing or the warmly beating heart that trembles and jumps. They are parallel lines, but what kind of enthusiasm caused them to intersect. What kind of youth is hard to let go of. A slight breeze blows through the clothes, and a little starlight sends fireflies. The canvas bag contains books, or the youth you want to go back to. I can't even remember the faces on campus, but why I still remember those words is unforgettable and hard to accept. An ordinary life. It caused real ripples. I firmly believe that I can go to the end, and with a firm choice, I slowly move out of the autumn group chat and move towards the expected future. Autumn is the season of harvest. What will imperfect people harvest?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
