The sweet-scented osmanthus in the pavilion has withered and bloomed, bloomed and withered again. The birch forest on the mountain has withered and grown again, and has grown and withered again.
Thousands of years have passed by as all things have changed. The only things that have not changed are the pavilion and its owner.
"Long time no see." He had a very similar face to the one in his memory. He walked along the path covered with dazzling red maple leaves and walked into the courtyard that had not been visited for thousands of years. He stood in the osmanthus forest and said hello with a faint smile.
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Reader comments
After all, Xiaohan should be able to go to college elsewhere, right? Isn't he just two years younger? It's been two years. I hope Zha Gong is sad about losing contact with Xiaohan, instead of Xiaohan, a poor kid, suffering from losing contact with Zha Gong. Although it is obvious that Zha Zha has never thought about it in the past two years, it is the most cruel thing to have only one phone call a year!
After all, Xiaohan should be able to go to college elsewhere, right? Isn't he just two years younger? It's been two years. I hope Zha Gong is sad about losing contact with Xiaohan, instead of Xiaohan, a poor kid, suffering from losing contact with Zha Gong. Although it is obvious that Zha Zha has never thought about it in the past two years, it is the most cruel thing to have only one phone call a year!