That autumn, Zhou Zeshan donated an osmanthus tree to the school.
There is a small wooden sign hanging on the trunk of the tree, with four words written on it——
All owned by Lin He.
At the end, Lin He realized that her root system would always be stationed in that spring, tightly entwined at the foot of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
Mature and steady doctor male protagonist × sensitive and sick writer female protagonist
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In the summer of 2019, Zhuang Ding, who had served as the "Bamboo Horse" for eleven years, solemnly prepared flowers and gifts, and tentatively proposed to Cheng Wanyi:
"We said before that we would go to college in the same city."
The wind blew through the treetops, soft and refreshing, but Cheng Wanyi's answer was as cold as a sharp blade:
"The best choice is for you to stay in Jiangling and attend the military academy."
There are two ironies in this sentence: first, he rejected Zhuang Ding outright and treated their previous agreement as a child's play; second, he belittled Zhuang Ding, who had the ability to attend a prestigious school, and believed that he was only worthy of staying in a local military school with extremely low scores for recruiting boys.
In an instant, the wind stopped and the lights went out. There was a bunch of daisies left by someone in the bushes on the roadside.
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Seven years later, at the class reunion of the school anniversary, Cheng Wanyi, who always boasted that she could never pour a thousand cups, was left top-heavy by a cup of wrongly blended Long Island iced tea. She almost fell into the sink, but was supported by a strong arm behind her.
She vaguely raised her head, and while half asleep, she saw the upright figure behind her through the mirror in front of the pool, and suddenly grinned:
"Zhuang Ding."
"I miss you so much."
Because I miss you so much, and because I want you to be happy all your life, we better not see each other again.
There is nothing to say, I just want you to be happy.
Intention: pure emotion