On September 9, 2007, the sun was just right, the breeze was not irritable, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers. On my first day of sophomore year, I met him.

On that day, I was promoted to a sophomore year and finally ushered in the highlight moment that I had been thinking about - picking up new students - helping the freshmen to go through all the matters of admission smoothly. It was as if I was finally no longer the stupidest and most confused person on campus, and a sense of pride that belonged to my senior sister arose.

Therefore, early in the morning, I took my little red riding hood and walked around the two gates of the school, for fear of missing the opportunity to show the charm of my senior sister.

Before I met him, I thought that I might be able to meet Xiao Xianrou or something today. Helplessly, the monk has more porridge and less porridge, wandering from the east gate of the school to the west gate, not to mention the little fresh meat, and even the little beauty has not received one.

Just when I was bored at the west gate of the dormitory, I saw a few volunteers like me wandering around the west gate of the school across the street from me, I smiled secretly, sure enough, everyone is just like me, if you want to receive new students, you still have to rely on fate.

At this point, a car pulled up in front of me and blocked my view, wow, I thought to myself.

Out of the car came out of the girl dressed as a high school student and her mother with a big bag in her hand, I hurriedly stepped forward to help with the luggage, I never thought that at this time the girl's father opened the trunk of the car, at that moment I was stunned, this ...... Is this a legendary move?

When the girl's father saw my embarrassed face, and happened to see a few idle "Little Red Riding Hoods" on the other side, he asked me if they were also volunteers to pick up the newborns, and I nodded again and again, but only smiled awkwardly.

Seeing this, the girl's father waved vigorously to the other side and beckoned them to come and help.

There were about three or four of them in a group, and he was particularly conspicuous among them, with black and slightly messy broken hair, thick and clean eyebrows, black and some blue, a pair of warm smiling eyes on the bridge of his tall nose, a smooth face with sharp edges and corners, and a wide black T could not hide his tall and straight figure.

He rushed towards me in the sun, stopped softly in front of me, waved at me and said, "Hi".

Hi, it feels so good. It seemed that we were the only ones left in the world, and there was an inexplicable hint of sweetness in the fragrant air, rushing towards me. So much so that in the more than ten years since, I have never forgotten the throbbing in my heart at this moment.

I don't remember what he said to me the rest of the way, except that on the way to the girl's dormitory, his smile seemed to be hotter than the September sun, a warmth I had never felt in another body. I thought to myself, how nice it would be if this scorching warmth could belong to me.

Sometimes I feel that fate is really magical.

Fate is really wonderful.

It turns out that there really is a dark in the dark.

That day, after helping the girl go through various procedures, we separated, but we met several times in the corridor on the first floor of the school Huanyu Building, on the way to the Xiangyu Building near the school gate, we smiled at each other, and he jokingly asked me if I was following him.

Such a seemingly easy encounter, he must not know what kind of nervous heart is hidden under my indifferent face. The seed buried in my heart seemed to be about to burst out of the shell, and I couldn't tell what it was, but I just wanted to know him.

The last time we met, he knew that if he had the ability to spy into the future, he would miss this time, and we would probably never know each other again. Therefore, he did not simply say hello and pass me by like the previous few times, but Ying Ying walked in front of me, looked at my eyes and said softly to me My name is Shen Xingfan, what about you?

In the faint scent of flowers, I heard my own heartbeat. What moved my heart was not the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, but the smiles scattered between his eyebrows.

I stayed there and froze.

For the first time, I felt as if Heaven had heard the voice of my heart, and knew that I had always been a passive and cowardly person, so I cast a spell on him to appear in front of me and ask me such things.

I looked at him, a little overwhelmed. Who would refuse such a good-looking and sunny boy?

I'm just a little shy and feel like my face is hot. I've always been a bad talker, and I don't know how to express what I'm thinking.

When he saw that I didn't speak, he asked again, and I said my name softly, but at this time, he was like a treasure, and said to me with a smile My name is Shen Xingfan, you must remember~

Until now, I have never forgotten his smile at that time, happy and pure, warm and warm, like a swallow at ease in the mountains, and like a fire beating in the snow.

Yes, after that day, I never forgot the name again.

On September 2, 2020, when I woke up at two o'clock in the morning, I looked at his sleeping face and felt a heartache inexplicably. Tears can't stop flowing, is this still the boy with warm smiling eyes and bright spirits? Even in his sleep, he still frowned slightly, looking worried and tired, I felt distressed, stroked his eyebrows, touched his slightly dull face, felt that it was not enough, and kissed his slightly sunken eyes and hugged him gently.

His mouth was open, panting heavily, and his face was slightly shiny. The years have passed by him, and the youth naturally cannot be kept. However, he is not what I want to see.

It was the first time I was really touched by the state he was in and the first time I felt guilty that I couldn't help him in my own situation. I have probably been living too heartless under his protection, I have never felt the pressure from life, and all the unhappiness has been successfully resolved by escaping. What about him? It is impossible to escape from nature......

I met and fell in love with him in college, and I was from Yucheng, so we got married a few years after graduation. He loved me so much and was willing to listen to all my bad feelings. We've been together for so many years, and we haven't even had a fight, and his tolerance for me makes me even if I want to quarrel.

Before I met him, I thought that the normal state of love was thrilling, with gains and losses, but after meeting him, I felt that it was peaceful and down-to-earth, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Everything seemed to be so smooth and happy, and there were no flaws. Such a near-perfect relationship once made me think that I was probably the luckiest girl in the world. Is this the kind of love and life that everyone envies in the legend?

He has a job that pays a decent amount of money, and he doesn't love it, but it's indispensable.

I know that over the years, he has wanted to start a clothing design company for his mother, who was a very well-known fashion designer in Yucheng, when he had made enough money. But for him, fashion design is not his forte, and he is so persistent, in my opinion, only because he loves his mother.

But the reasons for each are like the taboo of this family, every time I mention it, he just laughs at it, but there is always reluctance in the smile. He didn't want to say, so I didn't ask any more.

Although I don't know what happened, I love him so much, how can I not feel his emotions - the warmth and heat he gave me is undeniable, but I also know that there are some emotions that he has been suppressing.

I always feel like there is an indescribable and intangible-thread between us, and the more we pull each other, the farther away we become.

This feeling makes me feel inexplicably tired, I want to escape from it, I love him, I don't want to lose him, but I don't want to one day, our hearts will eventually drift apart because of excessive tugging, until we no longer belong to each other.

Maybe he wanted to run away, escape from the burdens that life had put on him, but he couldn't.

He can only resist all the pressure and move forward, even if he gives up the basketball he once loved; Even if it consumes his entire youth; Even if decades later, when he looks back, he may grieve for himself, and when he can finally stop and regain his interest, he will no longer have the strength to run; Grieving his blood is long gone; Grieving how his youth can't stand the time so much?

I really don't want him to have such a sad moment, I started to blame myself, if I can be a little braver, less cowardly, not always trying to escape when encountering things, but face all the problems, maybe he won't live so depressed today, at least all the problems, we can solve them together.

Leaning on his shoulder, pillowing his pajamas that were slightly wet, I only felt that my head was so heavy, and my throat was dry and painful. I sniffed, got up and wanted to go to the living room for a drink. It's just that for some reason, the first vertigo and the swelling were terrible, and I fumbled in the dark for a while to find the ear thermometer, "beep", 40°C.

How is this possible, I stared at the number for a moment and thought it must be broken. In a daze, I felt as if I saw a small white figure suspended in the darkness, and asked me softly: Is this the life you want? If life gave you a second chance and gave you a better choice, would you be willing to do it again?

Then I heard myself say, "Good! ”