Waiting for a Sweet-Scented Osmanthus Rain

Lin Xi, a freshman in the design department, hides a secret - she is dating online with netizen "Night Walking Lantern". This master of coding can help her deal with Party A's difficulties and will send her hot milk when she stays up late to finish the manuscript. They chatted for nine hundred and ninety-nine pages, but never saw each other. They only made an appointment to meet in real life after school started. On the day he dragged his suitcase into Xinghua University, Lin Xi's gray rabbit pendant was dangling on his canvas bag, and his exclusive lamp embroidery was hidden inside his ears. She complained on her cell phone that boys in the computer science department probably all wear thick glasses, then turned her head and ran into the white shirts in the library. The boy bent down to pick up her scattered drawings, and there was a hand-painted lamp sticker hanging on his backpack - exactly the same as the one she sent. The fingertips have distinct joints, and the mole on the index finger is clearly visible. Even the sound coincides with the phrase "be careful" at the high-speed rail station. "Your painting..." When he raised his eyes, Lin Xi suddenly remembered the conversation last night. [Tree by the stream]: I heard that there is a sweet-scented osmanthus rain in Xingda in autumn. [Night Walking Light]: Well, wait until you see it with your own eyes. The fate brought about by network cables has long been foreshadowed. When the code hits the paint, when the street lamp meets the tree, the secret love that has been hidden for one hundred and eighty-three days will finally be revealed when the sweet-scented osmanthus is flying. "Can you say your name now, classmate Ye Xingdeng?" "Jiang Yi." He tapped the lamp sticker with his fingertips, "Also, I don't wear glasses." This belated encounter is waiting for a sweet-scented osmanthus rain to witness.