After many years, Tang Zhengnan finally understood the sentence "No wonder he looks like an old friend, he turns out to be the son of an old friend."
Little Shen Zhao took Tang Zhengnan's hand, gently placed the cinnamon branch in her hand, and looked at her seriously, "Teacher Tang, I like you so much, and I give this branch of autumn to you." She said seriously just like she did many years ago, "Shen Jiangqiu, I really like you, and I want to give you the tenderness of the entire autumn."
On the bench beside the Sanjiang Bridge, Tang Zhengnan gently held the hot milk that Shen Jiangqiu had brought for her.
"Jiang Jiang, what would you have done if I had said no and insisted on being with you? What would have happened to us now?"
"..."
I break a branch of osmanthus and give it to you as the last line of thanks this autumn.
Intention: The ultimate growth is not to own someone, but to learn to love yourself completely in the pain of sobriety.