"Bring some jasmine incense, Mr. Who is the moon."
Zhou Huaiyu overheard this lyric when he was 22 years old
What comes to mind is Wen Zhouyi who pulled him off the railing when he was 13 years old. Unlike the lyrics, the air that day was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. Like the lyrics, Wen Zhouyi was really like the bright moon to him, unreachable.
He couldn't figure out the chances of meeting each other in a city with more than 10 million people. But in the time since then, Zhou Huaiyu had followed Wen Zhouyi's footsteps step by step until now. The five-year gap was enough for them to miss all opportunities to go to the same school in the future.
At the age of 22, he finally met him again in the vast sea of people.
"Kid, have we met somewhere?"
Wen Zhouyi looked at the person in front of him and felt familiar.
Fortunately, he still remembered himself, but people who only had a one-time relationship at that time would not understand the long secret love buried in the moonlight that night.
This is my first time writing, please take care of me~
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