Lying on the bed at night and tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep, closed my eyes, and what appeared in my mind was Lin Xiaoxiao's smile holding the bottle of water.

Although she also knew in her heart that Han Chen's words during the meal had been explained to her intentionally or unintentionally, the picture in her mind lingered.

I always want to do something with my phone, but I don't know who to bother after looking through the entire phone book.

On the morning of late October, the breeze was gently blowing, and there was a chilly feeling throughout the campus, and winter seemed to be not far away.

Han Chen held a book and a backpack on his shoulder, and walked slowly towards the classroom alone.

Outside the classroom, you can hear the noise in the classroom, buzzing like a bee coming out of its nest.

He walked to the door with his head down, and glanced at the classroom, which didn't seem to be anything unusual.

When he walked into the classroom, he saw a bouquet of bright roses, which were just open in his place impartially.

Everyone looked at him expectantly, what they would do with the bouquet in front of him, but he seemed to ignore the bouquet and sat down next to him.

I opened the book in my hand and read it carefully.

"Brother Chen, who gave it to you?" The roommates also saw the flowers blooming in the position.

Han Chen glanced at them and said indifferently, "Who sent it?"

"Flowers, don't pretend to be with us. ”

He shook his head and spread his hands out, looking surprised, indicating that he didn't understand either.

The class bell finally remembered "jingle, jingle" in the corner of the campus.

The classroom finally calmed down from the "buzzing noise."

"Who will give this flower?"

"He can't already have a girlfriend, right?"

"It's a pity, such a handsome guy doesn't know who the flowers are. ”

The classmates were still whispering in their positions.

"Sit in your place, hurry up, I'm going to sit in my place. ”

Classmates were already rushing him back to his place.

He didn't say a word, stood up and took the flowers from his seat to the lecture and placed them neatly on it.

The eyes of the whole class were focused on him, and he was the only one who looked like he had nothing to do, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

"Who sent it?" the tablemate turned his hand to the side.

He was originally very serious about reading, but he looked sideways and said, "I don't know, there may be a woman playing a prank!"

"This doesn't borrow flowers to offer Buddha, it just so happens that our teacher doesn't like flowers? He said to his classmates with a grin.

Sure enough, as he said, the teacher smiled happily when he saw the flowers on the table, and the whole class was snickering.

Finally, the Friday morning class ended in the midst of all the discussions, and many people packed their bags and walked on the way home.

Han Chen took his sketchpad and walked around the campus alone, he was looking for a landscape, a leisurely and quiet picture.

Painting is just one of his hobbies, although he did not dream of becoming a painter, he has always adhered to his hobby since childhood, and from time to time there will always be a picture of his dream in a corner.

As soon as he sat down, he was caught by Lin Xiaoxiao again, and he looked at the sky helplessly for 30 seconds, not knowing how this person had so much time.

"Han Chen, are you going home this semester vacation?

"It's my business whether you go home or not, what does it have to do with you? I said that if you have nothing to do all day, can you go and play with your classmates, a girl runs after a boy all day long, and you are not afraid of what others say?" he said to her helplessly.

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered his head a little aggrieved, and muttered softly: "If Tranquility followed you like this, you wouldn't have said that." ”

He waved his pen and dropped on the white drawing paper, scribbled a few strokes, then put away the drawing board again and quietly left.

In fact, life is like this painting, life is originally a blank piece of paper, how to splash ink will achieve what kind of scenery we have, mind the world will have the world, the vision is too narrow, it can only be "sitting in the well and watching the sky", see the palm of the landscape.

Just like in Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes, she has only had Han Chen since she was a child, and she feels that Han Chen is her whole world, and everyone else is disdainful in her eyes.

Like a person who completely humbles himself and loses himself completely, maybe this is not a kind of love, but just a burden to each other.

The late autumn at the end of October seems to have entered winter, and this year's cold air came very early, and a whole breeze blew, Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shiver.

She had put away the drawing paper left by Han Chen, although there were two random strokes in front of her, they were particularly precious to her.

She has been guarding the beginning of a scene of innocence, like sculpting her stubbornness into a statue, freezing all the past and present lives.

Because of love, she is still obsessed and unrepentant, so that the warmth of that childhood scene has been buried deep in her heart.

Life is like this, there are always some people who make you miss. There are always some things that are destined to be missed, and they can only be seen for the rest of their lives, and there are always some misses that they can't let go of after all.

There is always such a person, let us not hesitate to go forward in a heart-to-heart, even if the moth fights the fire, still has no regrets.

Han Chen carried his bag cross-legged and got on the bus to find tranquility, the bus on Friday was always extremely crowded, and the carriage was full of heads next to each other, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Time just like this, I don't know how to reach the next stop, and some people keep going down and some people keep coming up.

No one knows where they came from, and no one knows where they are going. Until the train goes off again and everything goes back to the way it was.

Outside the window is a beautiful autumn season, the breeze blows the charming scenery in front of you, and the clouds in the sky are floating around.

How many people have pinned the beauty in their hearts to this beautiful sky, hoping that it will carry the longing of many people and the dreams of countless people, and float in every corner of the sky.

"Who I meet, what kind of dialogue will there be, how far in the future I am waiting for, I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people, I line up with the number plate of love......"

His cell phone rang in his bag, and he took it out of his bag to look at it, immediately closed it again, threw it in his trouser pocket, and continued to stand on the crowded bus.

After a few cries of "cooing" in his stomach, he realized that he hadn't eaten lunch yet, so he touched his stomach in distress, and thought to himself, bear with it first, and treat you well later.

The car finally arrived at the stop sign where he was going to get off, and he got off the bus in a panic with a drawing board, to see that the time in his hand had not yet reached the point where he could get off work quietly.

Let's go straight to the supermarket and look for her! and give her a big surprise, he thought to himself.

There are fallen leaves on the ground that have not had time to be cleaned, and occasionally playing a chasing game with the low autumn wind, carefree, like a barefoot little girl who is happy and walks away the last thought of the tree.