At the end of September, while taking advantage of the physical education class, I wish to come to autumn as soon as possible. The autumn air will be crisp and the sweet-scented osmanthus will be fragrant.
The tough girl Yin Qingyu x the dashing prodigal Chen Yu
Sweet short story, reunion after breaking up, prodigal son turning back
"Let's go, let's go in the next physical education class, let's go grab the basketball court..." Boys at this age seem to have endless energy that they can squander at will, while girls choose cool places to chat in groups of two or three and gossip...
"No, don't you know? There is a boy in this freshmen class who is super handsome. He is tall, thin, a little dark, but very charming. I have seen him before."
"Real or fake, I don't believe how beautiful it can be."
"Don't believe it, he is Chen Jia's younger brother. This year's freshman seems to be in the same physical education class as me. Are you right, Chen Jia?"
At this time, Yin Qingyu didn't take it seriously, but thought everyone was exaggerating. It wasn't until he went to the cafeteria to eat after the physical education class that he met Chen Yu...
At that time, they didn't take each other seriously, but the sweet-scented osmanthus that happened to fall on their hair destined them to be connected...
People always think that looking at each other is a spiritual kiss without emotions. So I naively thought that you already liked me...
When we met again after many years, Chen Yu lowered his voice and asked, "Yin Qingyu, are you happy without me these years?"
Yin Qingyu thought about the reason why they separated many years ago, and said "very happy" with red eyes.
She immediately heard, "That's good. I'll be happy if you live well. I'll be happier if you're better than me, but I'm sad without you..."
Yin Qingyu's heart seemed to stop for a second. They looked up together and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus mixed in the wind and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the sky.
Maybe we can be entangled with each other for a lifetime...
Intention: The sweet-scented osmanthus has fallen again in the coming year, can we meet again...