That spring, pear blossoms and sweet-scented osmanthus were still falling, and there was still an old stone bridge in front of the painted red stone fence and the path less than three meters wide, with the sound of splashing water flowing under the stone bridge. Guili Lane still smells like spring.
A young man was riding a bicycle and hitching up another young man. His young man opened his hands, with a faint smile on his face, and disappeared at the end of the alley accompanied by falling pear blossom and osmanthus petals.
"I've thought about it many times."
"What?" Chen Chen asked.
"I want to like you."
Note: (Some osmanthus flowers bloom in March.)
Intention: Lei Feng's spirit starts from me!