A bright red oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the distance and landed gently beside the stall. The sudden redness hit Cheng Su's eyes, and she was a little confused as to whether the red clouds in the sky had fallen. Cheng Su was immediately attracted to the umbrella, whose surface was as scarlet as the clouds. The edge of the umbrella is surrounded by circles of delicate honeysuckle. When the umbrella was raised and people walked towards Cheng Su, they couldn't move their eyes away for some reason.
The white and tender hand with the silver bracelet gently held the handle of the umbrella, and the oil-filled paper umbrella leaned gently on her shoulder. The plain clothes lined her plain face, revealing such a graceful and delicate look. Her footsteps were like the slow river, approaching Cheng Su step by step.
As they passed by, Cheng Su turned around and stared at the person. She seemed to see the person smiling shyly at her with his lips pursed. Cheng Su seemed to smell the sweet tung oil fragrance coming from the umbrella handle, as well as the unique fragrance of his daughter's house, all of which seemed to be mixed together.
This is how Su Meng should have walked into Su's heart.