Pink Autumn Winds

【Male Author + Pure Love BL】 Xiaobai bought a home in Wuyuan New City. The balcony faced south, and he kept seven or eight pots of jasmine there. Every day, he went to work, revised papers, and taught students. Sometimes he stood by the window, lost in thought, no one knew what was on his mind. Then Luo Jia came back, and later Lin Zhiyuan came too. The three of them squeezed into one bed, rolling from one end to the other. Little Dumpling curled up at their feet, while Little Rice Cake lay on the pillow. Life moved slowly, as slowly as the lemon tree in the courtyard, which produced just one ripe fruit each summer. Someone asked Xiaobai when he was happiest. He couldn't say. Was it when Luo Jia cooked in the kitchen? When Lin Zhiyuan helped him mark papers? When the three of them curled up on the sofa, fighting over the remote? It seemed like all of those moments, and none of them in particular. Maybe it was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. He'd finished teaching at Fudan and taken the subway home. It was dark when he came out of the station, and the streetlights were on. In the distance, he saw two people waiting for him at the mouth of the alley. One wore a gray T-shirt, the other a pale pink hoodie. He walked over. One of them took his bag, and the other asked if he was tired. He said he wasn't. The three of them walked side by side, their shadows stretching far behind them. The jasmine in the courtyard was in bloom, its delicate fragrance drifting over. He suddenly felt that these might be the best days of his life. Nothing grand or earth-shattering, just having someone waiting for you at home every day. The story begins in summer, in a city called Zijiang. It's about reunions, companionship, and the quiet, enduring love that is hard to put into words. Just like that autumn when the wind carried the scent of jasmine. Soft and delicate, as if nothing had been said, and yet as if everything had.