Give You a Persimmon Tree

The day before the college entrance examination, many candidates wrote down their high school keywords. Hao Yun wrote three words: persimmon tree, senior high school student, and him. - In the second year of high school, Hao Yun was assigned to the same class as him in liberal arts and sciences. She will silently write down her wishes about him in the star bottle. He would climb over the wall and enter the courtyard for her at all costs, just to pick the persimmons she liked to eat in the small courtyard, then wipe them clean and hand them to her. "Why are you so red?" He smiled, not knowing whether he was talking about Persimmon or her. I thought that given time, my dream would come true. It wasn't until a classmate asked about their relationship that Xu didn't even raise his head and simply answered: "We have the same relationship as ordinary classmates." Hao Yun smiled to himself and secretly buried the star bottle under the persimmon tree. Like her secret love, it will never see the light of day again. - After a fire, the fate of the two people overlapped again. Later, Fang Zhixu took her to a place. Frost flowers filled the sky and fell on the persimmon trees. He held the star jar in his hand, with a hidden smile between his brows and eyes, "Hao Yun, I'll give you a persimmon tree." Hao Yun closed his eyes and remembered the first time he met Fang Zhixu. She went to get the bouquet she ordered for her best friend's birthday, took a detour to avoid the security guard, but was caught off guard and fell into a warm embrace. One petal of the peach blossom fell off, and she subconsciously said: "My peach blossom." The spring breeze entangled the two of them, and she raised her head with a thump. The young man's eyebrows were slightly curved, and his tone sounded a little frivolous: "Your peach blossom?" She opened her eyes: "Fang Zhixu, after picking this persimmon tree, let's wait for good luck to come." - Not long ago, someone told her that when she was on sick leave in her senior year of high school, Fang Zhixu came on stage to demonstrate English continuation writing. The last sentence he wrote was: "I am waiting for good luck." I'm waiting for good luck. "Under the persimmon tree, the young people on Taizhong Road are always lively." *The title comes from the author's high school life Intention: Give you a persimmon tree