It's the day of the fall semester again, everyone came as scheduled and walked into the gate of the university, only Han Bin was still in a daze for a day, and couldn't find the direction at the crossroads, and he entered the internship period after finishing his junior year this year.

Xia Qing finally couldn't stand it anymore, and lost his temper at her, he was also frightened by her, she had been laughing and naughty and doing nothing, she lost her temper seriously, and then slammed the door.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the light outside is getting older and more blurry, Xia Qing who is walking on the street is messy, she doesn't want to see Han Bin sinking so depressed now, but there is nothing she can do.

She walked alone on this leisurely and quiet path, listening to the sound of the leaves falling on the ground, and suddenly noticed a trace of sadness.

She slowly bent down, picked up a fallen leaf on the ground, and looked at it quietly, carefully, with some regrets and some disappointments in her heart.

She didn't know if she was feeling sorry for Han Bin or for the falling leaves

Life is sometimes like the leaves that fall in autumn, with regret, with a touch of sadness, but also full of more hope, after all, "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ”

There was a wooden bench under the great plane tree, on which one or two fallen leaves lay quietly, and she walked to the bench and sat quietly on it, looking up at the starry sky.

From the moment she slammed the door and left, the house was unusually quiet, and he kept recalling what he had done during this time, and some things that he didn't even want to believe in his behavior felt ridiculous.

He was like a kite floating in the air with a broken line, not knowing where to float, this crossroads of youth has been confused, not knowing where to turn, thinking about it, he hugged his head and cried for a moment.

A gust of autumn wind drifted into the house from the window, a little cold feeling seemed to wake him up, wiped away his tears, and called Xia Qing with his mobile phone, Xia Qing, who was angry, sat quietly, and no one's call was answered.

He simply took care of himself and walked out of the door dressed in a refreshing appearance, as if he was that energetic and obedient young man.

He walked into the barbershop, cut off his colorful and messy hair, and looked like a student, smiling at himself in the mirror, as if he was very satisfied with himself in the mirror.

The night was getting later and later, he didn't know if Xia Qing had returned home, and no one answered the phone, so he walked along the path, strolling with his head down, and he didn't know where he was going.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of crying, although this voice was quiet, but it was so familiar, he stiffened as if he had been electrocuted, and quietly looked at the girl crying on the bench, and suddenly his heart felt like he had turned over a five-flavor bottle, and he didn't know what it tasted like.

"Has the little madman become a little fool? It's so late that you don't know how to go home?" As he spoke, he took off his coat and gently draped it over his shoulders.

He sat down next to her, patted her on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't cry, let's go back! ”

Xia Qing, who heard this, was naturally a lot happier, but her crying seemed to have nothing to do with Han Bin, she just remembered her mother who had left her since she was a child.

She raised her head with her mouth cocked, looked at his short and regular hairstyle, and dressed like a student, wiped her tears, and showed a bright smile on her face again.

"I'm hungry," Xia Qing said aggrievedly.

"Who told you not to eat just now, continue to be hungry!" Han Bin, whose painting style has changed abruptly, has changed his style again?

"Hmph, break morality," Xia Qing looked at him with disdainful eyes.

In fact, he didn't eat himself, he didn't feel hungry before he heard her say he was hungry, and he was so hungry after hearing it.

With a similar smile, both of them forgot about the nighttime food stall on the side of the road and ran away.

In this vast world, in the vast sea of people, there are many people who pass by us, and there are countless people who know us.

In addition to relatives, there is another kind of person, although this kind of person is not related to us, but he cares about us, loves us, helps us, cares about us, encourages us, and encourages us like our relatives