Time flies, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus blooms again.
When Qin Xiaoman returned to Shengteng again, he was already a sophomore in high school (formerly a junior high school student).
The thick and hearty sunshine in autumn did not dispel the gloom in Qin Xiaoman's heart. She faced the most reluctant separation————
After she was separated into arts and sciences, she was separated into classes with nursery rhymes.
She did not pretend to be an abandoned wife as exaggeratedly as in the nursery rhyme, she just buried her reluctance and discomfort silently in her heart.
Qin Xiaoman was not a hypocritical person to begin with, and could not speak disgusting words; but on the last day before the class was divided into classes, she still chatted a lot with Tongyao and the two.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of the teaching building is blooming again;
The fragrance of cinnamon is everywhere.
Every time he passes by, Qin Xiaoman's mood is indescribably desolate. Osmanthus is not a festive flower; although it is sweet, it has a hidden melancholy, which is the feeling of longing.
From now on, no one will have to worry about taking musical instrument lessons too late and not being picked up;
No one would be too shy to ask for leave from the physical education teacher to take a break with her because she was on her period. As a result, she had to go to physical education class during her period;
No one would send her home when school is late occasionally, even though she is also a girl...
Life is inherently a lonely journey. The people who accompany you keep getting on and off the bus, and no one can last forever!
You must always rely on yourself to bravely and unremittingly go on, and your journey will be complete.
"Hey, did you see that woman in front of you?"
"What's wrong?"
"It's the one I told you about last time, who pried off the boyfriends of our school beauties. Do you know who it is? Yan Zisongye!"
"Is this the Yan Zisong?"
"Of course, who else could be called Yan Zisong? It was because of her that they broke up and never got back together after graduation."
"Wow, I can't tell that someone who looks quite innocent is so scheming..."
The voices coming from behind stimulated all Qin Xiaoman's nerves. Their voices were very small, but she still heard them intermittently.
Qin Xiaoman can't understand why this tragedy continues forever in his body?
Yan Zisong has graduated, hasn’t he?
Even though he has gone abroad, why does she still want to eat his melon?
She wanted to turn around and question the two people who were speaking, but what should she say?
Ask them who are you talking about? What should you do if they don't admit it?
The timid female classmate could only pretend not to hear anything, lower her head and go her own way.