When he was six years old, Lin Xiaoman cried while holding a fallen osmanthus branch in a heavy rainstorm. Ten-year-old Shen Yanqiu passed by, wrapped the petals with the sleeves of her school uniform, and comforted softly: "Don't cry, it will bloom more sweetly next year." From then on, the two hearts were quietly connected in the fragrance of osmanthus in the old street.
They are neighbors, playmates, and each other's most solid support. He taught her to write and ride a bicycle, and dispelled her fear of thunderstorm nights; she used the sunshine to melt his coldness, and became the reason for him to stay when his parents divorced. When I was a teenager, my secret feelings were hidden in the notes I handed out, the boiled ginger soup, and the silence of holding an umbrella together. The college entrance examination separated them in two places, and their thoughts became more and more mellow in letters and phone calls.
Many years later, Shen Yanqiu returned. From childhood sweethearts, they officially became lovers, and faced career setbacks and family prejudice together. On a moonlit night with the fragrance of golden osmanthus, he returned to the tree where he first met, took out the old piece of cloth wrapped with petals, and knelt on one knee: "From the day you cried while holding the osmanthus branch, I have thought about it, and I will protect your smile for the rest of my life. Are you willing?"
She nodded tearfully. At the wedding, osmanthus flowers serve as witnesses. After marriage, they experienced the hardships of starting a business and the joy of raising children. When his daughter Xiao Zhiqiu asked curious questions under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Lin Xiaoman put on the small sweet-scented osmanthus earrings for her: "Because it hides the love of mom and dad."
Time goes by, from the "secret base" in the old street to the osmanthus tree in their new home, their love is like the fragrance of osmanthus, flowing slowly. In a never-ending sweet-scented osmanthus rain, they looked at each other and smiled, knowing that their "osmanthus time" had just begun.
