In the gorgeous sunset, they walked on foot by a small river full of middle water. There were phosphorescent fish swimming in the river, birds flying in the sky, and beside them they could hear the chirping of crickets and the chirping of cicadas that came and went. The breeze in early June blew, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, and gently brushed the bangs on Gu Fan's forehead. The two of them lay on the grass without moving. Time seemed to have stopped. The smell of soil and wild flowers was in their noses. The noisy sounds around them became quieter and quieter, and the birds flying in the sky became slower and slower. Suddenly, it seemed like there were only two of them left in the world. Gu Fan stretched out one hand to take off his glasses, and with the other hand he accurately grasped Qiao Songyang's hand, intertwining their fingers with his, closing his eyes and enjoying the purity and beauty of this moment.
Intention: Ordinary life, love that comes naturally
