This is the story of a cold and clingy academic and a cute and cute academic scumbag.
"I always feel that the artistic conception of flower viewing is a bit lacking. I suddenly remembered that when I was a boy, you and I sat at the door and watched the osmanthus tree bloom. Smelling the fragrance of the osmanthus, we talked about our future plans. I remember you once said that the osmanthus always blooms and we are always here. Now that the osmanthus has bloomed, my boy will eventually come back. I miss you. Xuanxuan...
Nowadays, sweet-scented osmanthus cake has also begun to be made. But after all, what sweetness is missing, recalling it. It turns out that I am missing the feeling of eating with you. "
Concept: A love story between a bamboo horse and a bamboo horse