On the way to work, a familiar aroma hit his nose, and Mo Mo couldn't help but slow down. Well, it's the season of sweet-scented osmanthus again, and the familiar smell in my memory inadvertently brings back ripples of memories.
After four years of college, the passion of youth could not withstand the wind and rain. The hand that I once promised to hold tightly could not withstand the changes of time in the end.
As time goes by, the memory drifts back to the place he said we were together that year. In the season of fragrant osmanthus, Mo Mo asked: "Will we be together forever?" Xiao Rui said: "In the future, we must live in the present."