Gardenia Yu Qing Huan

The fireworks on New Year's Eve lit up the whole street. Xiang Qingqing was wrapped in a windbreaker and joking with her family, but she bumped into a young man on the street corner who was out of tune with the excitement. He was not wearing a thick coat, his fingertips were red from the cold, and his eyes were filled with an unbreakable gloom, as if the whole world had been left behind. Without thinking much, she took off her windbreaker and handed it over. She just said "Don't freeze", turned around and melted into the crowd. The young man clutched the clothes that were still warm, and there was a faint scent of gardenia lingering on the tip of his nose. He didn't even see her face clearly, he only remembered the warmth and the fragrance. When we met again, it was the Academic Affairs Office where the second year of high school started. Transfer student Xiang Qingqing was holding a stack of books and ran into someone's arms in a panic. The books were scattered on the floor. She blushed and bent down to pick it up. Her fingertips accidentally touched the other person's hand, and they both said at the same time: "Sorry." She didn't recognize him, but Qi Yang smelled the familiar fragrance of gardenia at that moment, and heard the sound that was as short-lived as fireworks on New Year's Eve, but warmed him all winter. It turns out that I was a little moved, and I had already made up my mind before I could see my face clearly.