The stretched bamboo pole beats the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus falls with a few green leaves.
A cluster of particularly beautiful osmanthus fell to the ground. The young man standing under the tree, holding the screen with his dark arms exposed, bent down and picked it up.
The scent of osmanthus was so fragrant that he couldn't help but put it under his nose and smell it. A few osmanthus flowers stuck to his sunny and messy face through sweat.
A passenger bus swept past him in a cloud of dust. He immediately saw the young man sitting by the window.
In such a hot weather, he was still dressed neatly, and his exposed neck was very thin and white, like a steamed sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
The passenger car swayed to a stop on the bumpy dirt road, and the young man sitting in the car window walked out with his suitcase. Carelessly, yet seemingly ingeniously, their eyes met for a moment.
That was their first encounter.
An unknown photographer who has been in the industry for many years
Motto: Everyone has a chance to be forgiven