"Do you like osmanthus?" He Xun touched his wife's head.
The gleam on the eyes of Chen Wei'er couldn't be concealed. "I like it! When I was young, my mother's business was not stable. The two of us rented a single room in a courtyard house. There was an old lady in the yard who had no children, so she planted several osmanthuses in the yard. During autumn, the entire courtyard was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus! Besides, the old lady would also make osmanthus cakes for us to eat. They were fragrant and sweet, but I never got to taste them again."
"I'll pick the osmanthus with you and ask Aunty Song to make it!" He Xun also imagined the scene she described.
It was autumn, and there was a golden osmanthus tree. Under the tree, a little girl was holding an osmanthus cake and smiling happily with an old lady.
Unconsciously, a smile appeared on He Xun's face. Chen Wei'er couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
