That year, in junior high school, she loved to read Nalan Rongruo's poems, and he loved to read Cangyang Gyatso's poems.
It was also an early autumn morning, with a cool breeze blowing and a few leaves falling.
She read over and over again to the book along the playground track: "If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad..."
He also walked and stopped along the runway, immersed in the beautiful world of poetry. "For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wound. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. You can say goodbye to all the mountains and rivers in my life. Except for life and death, there is nothing in the world that is not a trivial matter..." He muttered silently, and he liked it more and more.
Bang... Their heads collided, and the poetry book in their hands fell to the ground. Jingle bell... The class bell rang. They hurriedly picked up their poetry books and ran towards the classroom.
From this moment on, they are destined to be entangled for life...