The story always likes to start in spring.
When Qi Yin saw Yao Yuxuan again, he had just emerged from the chicken coop. He still held three eggs in his hand, and the remaining warmth of the eggs warmed his cold hands.
It was around the Qingming Festival, and the yard was extremely busy every day, so he could only watch Yao Yuxuan holding folders in the flower stand he built last year during the busy break.
There will always be some mistakes between people, and it is destined. The words that should be spoken will eventually drip into the earth like dew.
Just like the budding flowers in spring, they appear out of nowhere. There was no trace of it one second, and it bloomed happily the next moment.
Yao Yuxuan raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, who looked like a tree and a flower. Smiling, he picked up the petals that had accidentally stuck on the man's temples, gathered a few pages of paper in his hand, and stepped forward across the bulging water pipe. The person behind him straightened up and followed quickly without saying anything. He got closer but didn't say a word.
Like the wind blowing, because I know you will always be there, I feel intimate even without talking.
Qi Yin × Yao Yuxuan A short story about spring.
Concept: Spring is a flower, bright and warm. Live well and everything will turn around.