Osmanthus-Flavored Lies

The smell of osmanthus is deceiving. It makes you think that all autumns are golden, all streets are warm, and all fathers never grow old. But you are willing to be lied to. The brain-computer interface "repaired" his father's memory, and the son discovered that what was healed was not the real past, but the gentle lies woven by the algorithm - he must make a choice with no right answer between his father's happiness and the authenticity of human memory.