After the parents divorced, the father died unexpectedly, and the mother brought the father's children with her.
When I first entered the house that day, my mother said that a relative she had not seen for a long time came to the house, and she pretended to be good in front of my mother again and again. But then he disrupted my peaceful life.
The encounter in our teenage years was hasty and short-lived, and we were forced to separate before we could get along well. For many years to come, I have walked countless paths on autumn nights like that night, and I always remember that night when the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant. Going round and round, I always believe that one day we will be destined to meet again.
Concept: Young people have long thoughts, and fate will not dissipate easily
