The Fragrance of Sophora Jasmine Surrounds the Wind of Gardenia

The scent of Sophora japonica in Jinhua Garden has been floating for more than ten years, and Chen Tongzhao carved the exclusive label of "Sister Next Door" into the Xia Xue downstairs who had a pear-shaped smile. An unexpected collision in the morning market caused their Septembers to fall towards the gate of Dongcheng Normal University. He is a casual senior student of Fine Arts, and she is a soft-spoken junior student of Chinese language. From running side by side in crotchless pants to walking together on the university boulevard, Chen Tong always adheres to the sense of "brother" and protects her behind him, thinking of protecting this little one who has followed him since childhood. But the ice soda in summer was too sweet, and the corners of their clothes always touched each other inadvertently when they were side by side. The drawing board pendant she handed over had the fragrance of gardenia, and the girl in the white dress in his painting looked more and more like her. Those concerns hidden in the broken thoughts, the gazes falling in the shade, and the casual words "I'm here" have already quietly crossed the boundary between brother and sister. It turns out that from the day and night of childhood sweethearts to the joy caused by unknown love, it is just a change of acacia fragrance for cinnamon fragrance, and the person around her is always her. A gentle secret love that goes from the stone road in the community to the tree-lined avenue of the university slowly heats up, sweet but not greasy.