Qin Ming met Li Xiaolan on a sunny afternoon.

She wears a white gauze skirt that gives the illusion that she is about to float away, carrying a delicate bamboo basket and tiptoe to pick flowers from the branches of the locust tree.

In the summer of May, the locust flowers on the roadside are blooming. It gives people a kind of "curling autumn wind, and the acacia flowers are half fruitful." "Feelings.

"Li Xiaolan?" Qin Ming tried to call her.

She looked back, sometimes wondering, maybe she was thinking who was calling her, the well-behaved and quiet face gave people an indescribable beauty, Qin Ming was sometimes stunned, and he thought about when he was also fascinated by her face, but it was more about her person.

Li Xiaolan walked over with a bamboo basket, a little surprised, "Qin Ming! How are you? ”

"It's me! You okay? Qin Ming looked at her who didn't apply powder.

"I'm fine! It's not far from Huaicheng, you're going there. Li Xiaolan looked at the city not far away and smiled calmly.

"Well, let's do something." Qin Ming brushed it over and didn't want to elaborate.

"Let's go, let's go into town!" After Li Xiaolan finished speaking, she walked to the front by herself, walked a few times and turned back, "Hurry up!" She urged.

"Okay." He quickened his pace and caught up.

Huaicheng is a very beautiful place, indeed as the name of the place, there are many acacia flowers here, and the environment is quiet and quiet. Every year when the flowers bloom in May, many people come here, some for viewing, some for relaxation, because the acacia flower has the effect of relieving fatigue and regulating the mood, and some people are to complete better works, no matter what the reason, you can find the answer here. Perhaps this is the peculiarity of Huaicheng.

The two found a "Huaihua Teahouse" to sit in, and the proprietress was a very friendly person and enthusiastically served tea for them. Qin Ming took a sip of the white porcelain cup, and suddenly felt that the fragrance of the acacia flower melted in his mouth, and it was sweet to his heart.

"You're the only one, what about him?" Qin Ming asked her very suspiciously, in fact, he wanted to ask just now, but he didn't have the right time to speak.

Li Xiaolan smiled bitterly before she said slowly: "We are not together, so why is he?" After speaking, he picked up the white porcelain cup on the table and took a sip of tea, as if venting.

Qin Ming didn't understand: "I heard that you have been with him for many years!" ”

"Many years? Time is a good thing, many things have long been hidden, and who remembers whom? Li Xiaolan obviously didn't want to say anything, picked up the bamboo basket on the table and left calmly, as if she had never come.

Time is a hiding machine, it hides too much time, and time is full of all kinds of memories...... The good, the ungood, the painful, the happy......

At this point, it's not over, it's just the beginning, the protagonist in the story is not Qin Ming, it's another person, he and Li Xiaolan have an unforgettable story. If they go back to the original choice and make a new choice, will they regret the choice they made back then? From school uniforms to wedding dresses is almost the dream of all girls, but how many couples actually go from school uniforms to wedding dresses? Few and far between......

The vast majority of youthful promises are broken, and it is sometimes too difficult to love someone for a long time......

Li Xiaolan left the bustling big city and came to this small place, mostly because of the same person, because this is the only place that has less to do with him, and it is also her healing holy place.

The moment Li Xiaolan turned around, she burst into tears, but she never looked back; There is no one who is unmoved by what they have experienced, and some people have long been engraved in their memories. That person's figure, that person's appearance, and that person's tone of voice had already taken root in my heart, and I was as unshakable as a towering tree. Forget about the rivers and lakes, that is obviously unlikely.

The acacia flowers in May are blown by the wind, and the air is filled with a faint and elegant fragrance, which is refreshing and makes people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

Everyone has a story, and their story happened seven years ago.