The first time Lu Zhuoran met Ye Zhiyao was in Qianqiu.
That morning, after being hit by a heavy midnight rain, the coolness of the autumn wind deepened. When he was giving his grandmother a mold for making green dumplings in the attic, Lu Zhuoran saw the most beautiful scene in his first half of his life: fiery red sycamore leaves falling all over the sky, a girl in a white dress among the rose bushes looking up, her eyes gentle, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, her skirt and black hair fluttering slightly; the puppy beside him jumped and chased the floating leaves. The image of tranquility and liveliness coexisting was deeply imprinted on Lu Zhuoran's heart.
The first time Ye Zhiyao met Lu Zhuoran was in late autumn.
The little lantern sneaked out while Ye Zhiyao was taking a nap at noon. When he woke up, the little lantern was missing. Ye Zhiyao searched frantically all afternoon, and his throat became hoarse. When she came back in the evening and prepared to pick up her mobile phone and bag to print out the dog-finding information, she passed by the neighbor's yard and saw Lu Zhuoran holding a small lantern with a white bandage on his front foot. She was thinking about the small lantern. She only remembered that the hand holding the small lantern had clear joints, slender and strong, and the rest was that he was tall and strong.
Intention: Don't please others, just be loyal to yourself.