The spring days in Lin'an always have the smell of moist green grass. The wooden window of the bookstore was half open, and he was flipping through a volume of poetry with his head down, when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder - it was a young man who had just bought candy paintings at the street corner, and his smile was sweeter than candy. From that day on, their names often appeared together in the morning mist and evening breeze.
We went to the morning market together, and he picked the tenderest spring bamboo shoots for the other person, while the other person put the hot soy milk into his hand; sitting in the small courtyard in the afternoon, he studied ink, and he wrote the painting of the other person's hair that was blown by the wind; at the lantern festival night, he carried the paper lantern for him through the crowds, the backs of their hands occasionally touched, and his heartbeat was louder than the drums.
They had small quarrels and quiet companionship. After a short farewell, he was counting the days to wait for the letter, but the other party opened the door early and walked in with the fragrance of night dew and osmanthus. The days are as ordinary as the river flowing slowly through the bluestone, but ripples appear every time you gaze and hold hands.
This is an old story in Lin'an, and it is also a tender chapter that only belongs to two people - in the fireworks of civilian clothes, the heartbeat of youth turns into a long-lasting happiness.
Purpose: Growth and Protection