At the end of September that year, the sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed and fell on his shoulders and on his heart.
Xing Jialiang's life is like a cup of lukewarm latte. He looks like only one person - the owner of the cafe at the end of the Art Street near Huadu Normal University, who makes beautiful latte art, doesn't talk much, and has a gentle smile.
The first time Wei Ling walked into that cafe, she was attracted by his back. She is a Chinese teacher at the High School Affiliated to Huadu. She is twenty-six years old. She has short, shoulder-length hair. When she smiles, her eyes are curved into a beautiful arc. She is a girl who uses a photo of a ragdoll cat named Pudding in her arms as her profile picture. She didn't know that the man who made her a cup of osmanthus latte was also the gentlest "school nurse brother" among the children in the school.
One is hiding a secret, and the other is slowly approaching. One uses silver needles to relieve people's pain, and the other uses words to accompany young boys and girls through the spring and autumn.
In fact, he noticed Wei Ling before she even stepped into the cafe. Xing Jialiang deliberately turned his back, thinking about how to start a conversation with her when she was ordering.
Later, she finally found out that the gentle and taciturn cafe owner, the school doctor who was extremely serious when wearing a white coat, and the young doctor who softly comforted patients in the consulting room were all the same person.
He said, I'm nothing special, I just use the stupidest way and take my time.
Osmanthus flowers bloom every year. There is no need to express your feelings in a hurry. Just like the soup that is simmering slowly over low heat, the aroma will naturally overflow when the time comes.
Author's note: Healing articles focus on daily life and are updated slowly. Readers who pursue refreshing articles should be cautious.
Intention: Slowly is my greatest sincerity to you