The day before the college entrance exams, many students wrote down the keywords of their high school years.
Hao Yun wrote three words: persimmon tree, senior year, him.
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In her second year of high school, students were divided into arts and sciences classes. As she had hoped, Hao Yun ended up in the same class as him.
She would quietly write down wishes about him and tuck them into a jar of stars.
He would risk anything to climb over the wall into her courtyard, just to pick the persimmons she liked, wipe them clean, and hand them to her.
"Why are they so red?"
He smiled, though it was unclear whether he meant the persimmons or her.
She thought that if she waited long enough, her dream would come true.
Then a classmate asked about their relationship. Fang Zhixu didn't even look up as he replied simply, "We're just like any other ordinary classmates."
Hao Yun smiled bitterly. From then on, she secretly buried the jar of stars beneath the persimmon tree.
Like her secret crush, it would never see the light of day again.
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A fire brought their paths together once more.
Later, Fang Zhixu took her somewhere.
Frost flowers filled the sky, falling over a whole grove of persimmon trees.
He held a jar of stars in his hands, a smile hidden in his eyes.
"Hao Yun, I'm giving you a persimmon tree."
Hao Yun closed her eyes and remembered the first time she met Fang Zhixu. She had gone to pick up a bouquet she'd ordered for her best friend's birthday. She took a detour to avoid the security guard, only to unexpectedly crash into a warm embrace.
One peach blossom petal fell. Without thinking, she said, "My peach blossom."
The spring breeze twined around them. She looked up, heart pounding. The boy's eyes curved slightly, and his tone sounded rather teasing. "Your peach blossom?"
She opened her eyes. "Fang Zhixu, after we finish picking the persimmons from this tree, let's wait together for good luck to come."
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Not long ago, someone told her that when she was out sick during her senior year, Fang Zhixu gave a presentation on an English story continuation. The final sentence he wrote was:
"I am waiting for good luck."
"Beneath the persimmon trees, the boy on Taizhong Road will always burn bright."
*The title comes from the author's high school life.
Theme: I'm giving you a persimmon tree
