Pink Autumn Wind

[Male author + pure love bl] Xiaobai bought a house in Wuyuan New Town. The balcony faces south and has seven or eight pots of jasmine. He goes to work every day, corrects papers, and teaches students. Occasionally I would stand in front of the window in a daze, not knowing what I was thinking. Later Luo Jia came back, and then Lin Zhiyuan came too. Three people squeezed into a bed, rolling from one end to the other. The little dumpling was lying at their feet, and the little rice cake was on the pillow. The days pass slowly, as slowly as the lemon tree in the yard, which only turns one fruit every summer. Someone asked Xiaobai when was he happiest? He couldn't tell. Was it when Luo Jia was cooking in the kitchen? Was it when Lin Zhiyuan helped him correct his papers? Is it when three people are sitting on the sofa watching TV and grabbing the remote control? It seems to be both, and it seems to be neither. It might be an ordinary Wednesday afternoon when he finished his classes at Fudan University and took the subway home. It was dark when he left the station, the street lights were on, and he saw two people standing at the entrance of the alley waiting for him from a distance. One was wearing a gray T-shirt and the other was wearing a light pink sweatshirt. He walked over, the man took his bag, and the man asked him if he was tired. He said he wasn't tired. The three of them walked side by side, their shadows stretching very long. The jasmine in the yard is blooming, and the fragrance drifts over, faintly. He suddenly felt that the best days in his life might be like this. It's not a big deal, it's that there are people waiting for you to come home every day. The story begins in summer, in a city called Zijiang. About reunion, about companionship, about those unspeakable and long-lasting love. Just like that autumn, the wind blew over, carrying the smell of jasmine. It was light and soft, as if nothing had been said, yet as if everything had been said.