Bamboo Horses Surround Green Plum Trees

Lu Qiuchen smiled and pedaled hard through the tall and prosperous camphor trees on both sides of H City. The shade of the trees followed closely like sticky ink staining his clothes. A strong wind blew by. The young girl in the back seat held down the hem of her skirt and swung her legs while humming the song of youth in a low voice, taking away the traces left by three years along the way. They were young and ignorant at that time, but how happy they were. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.