This is a world where superpowers and ordinary people coexist. As a mixed-race child, Song Yuan has never been surprised by all kinds of supernatural powers - except for the "open mouth" from his mother's old friend.
"Xiao Yuan, your Aunt Si said that you are destined to have a golden match today!"
Song Yuan held the phone, feeling calm in her heart. Wednesday, working day, a good match? As soon as he hung up the phone, a figure walked straight towards him. It's Lan Wanmeng, a colleague from the next department. With outstanding appearance and cold temperament, the two of them have no personal relationship.
But at this moment, this colleague, who was almost a stranger, walked up to him and said, "Can you take me home?"
No, this is too clever.
The two of them broke the ice inexplicably. Song Yuan has always had an attitude of "accept it now that it's here" towards life, and even took the initiative to invite Lan Wanmeng home for dinner. As the days passed, they got closer and closer. Song Yuan originally thought that this person who complemented him perfectly would become a rare confidant, until Lan Wanmeng confessed to him.
Song Yuan was silent for a long time, looked at Lan Wanmeng, and said seriously: "You should understand that I haven't gotten married yet at my age. Either I have someone in my heart, or I want to be single all my life."
Lan Wanmeng said, "Then you should also understand that if there is someone suitable for you in this world, it is me."
Song Yuan thought, indeed there is no free labor in this world, and the remuneration he wants is too high.
Lan Wanmeng didn't urge her, but said in a gentle tone: "Don't refuse in a hurry, just try to accept it." He would make Song Yuan understand that there is an unspeakable destiny in this world.
A long time ago, he met Song Yuan for the first time in the park in the early morning. At that moment, the soul that had been in pain suddenly became quiet. He has lost count of how many sleepless nights he has endured. The pain has lasted so long that he has almost resigned himself to his fate. But Song Yuan appeared without warning, only bringing up a gust of wind as he passed by. In the wind there is the smell of green grass after the rain, the sweet fragrance of gardenias soaked by rain, and a clean, crisp smell like a late autumn morning.
It was that gust of wind that caused the pain that had tortured him for so long to shatter in the wind.
Perhaps Song Yuan had already forgotten that he had been to the park in the early morning of that day, and had also forgotten that he had passed by a stranger. But the smell in the wind will not dissipate. Just like some encounters, even if they are only as short as a gust of wind, they can leave traces in another person's heart that can never be erased.
It was never the gust of wind that soothed his soul.
It's Song Yuan.
Intention: You are the most beautiful scenery I encountered on the way down, but that can't stop me from falling.
