I will not borrow it for the rest of my life, only give it as a gift of sweet-scented osmanthus. Seventeen-year-old Lu Yuzhou walked into the autumn of Nanhua Village with a medical certificate and a report card in his pocket. Osmanthus flowers bloom all over the road, dried osmanthus flowers are soaked in enamel cups, goldfish swim in earthen basins, and paper kites fly into the sky and then break. Wen Xiaoman's list included seven things. After finishing it, he realized that the hardest thing was not the seventh one, but the eighth one. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies. When he woke up, he didn't know who was the butterfly and who was the dream.
