Introduction to the story of "Osmanthus Falling"
Long Qingsong spent four years, but he still couldn't get over the winter night when Duan Yuansi died in his arms. He guarded the Pengying Hotel Group they founded, guarded the three-story osmanthus tree in the No. 1 Courtyard, and guarded the half string of lights on the tree that she hadn't had time to finish hanging - like guarding a dream that would never wake up.
Until that day, he met an eighteen-year-old freshman outside the administrative building of a university. She was standing under the osmanthus tree in a white shirt. There was a small light brown mole at the end of her eyebrow. She tilted her head and smiled at him and said, "Do you... Recognize me?"
Her name is Duan Yuansi. He had the same name as his dead wife, the same face, and even the rhythm of his pauses when speaking. Long Qingsong told himself that this was just a coincidence - his Sisi had been cremated and his ashes were buried under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. He buried it with his own hands. But the curvature of the girl's wrist when handing the tea, the habit of clicking on the screen when making proposals, the way she calmly stood in front of him at the banquet, every detail forced him to face an answer that he couldn't even believe.
And Duan Yuansi remembered everything. She remembers the gunshot in the cold storage, the moment she pounced on him, and the last words she wanted to say but didn't finish - "The Osmanthus lantern string is not finished yet." She woke up lying on the iron frame bed in the university dormitory, with thirty-six years of memories trapped in her eighteen-year-old body. It would still be four years before she met Long Qingsong again.
She was going back to him. No matter whether he recognizes her or not, no matter how many misunderstandings, rumors, conspiracies and time rifts he has to travel through. .......
