When Bai Yu met Yun Yang in Haicheng two years later, Yun Yang took her wrist and said to her: "Xingxing, I'm sorry..." Bai Yu held back her tears and took out her hand, straightened her back and left...
If Yun Yang was a big boy with sunshine all over his body and the fragrance of orange, then Xiang Yehang was Bai Yu's lighthouse in the vast sea, leading her out of the dark and bumpy sea... There are not many seven years in life, but I hope that in the next fourteen years, twenty-one years... I can be firmly held by your hand and follow you all the way...
When Xiang Yehang opened a book, a dried Burmese osmanthus fell from the book. At this time, the flower had turned black, and the scent of osmanthus was still faintly wafting... He sniffed gently, thinking of the girl who walked in happily carrying a basket of Burmese osmanthus, and threw herself into the arms of another boy with the scent of osmanthus all over her body...
This is a story of mutual redemption and mutual warmth... I hope you and I can keep our bright original intentions in the bustling ups and downs, find a lighthouse that can move forward side by side, and move towards an ordinary, interesting and loving life...
