The day was over, and at dusk, I looked at the golden yellow painted on the treetops and realized that the day was coming to an end.

The birds returned home with the night, a faint layer of gray covering the sky, and the night came before they knew it.

Han Chen sat under the tree on the campus and painted the ginkgo biloba with yellow leaves hanging in the distance, one after the other, as if they were warming each other, and occasionally a breeze blew, and a few would go away with the wind.

"Han Chen, Han Chen" Lin Xiaoxiao's delicate voice came from a distance again, making him tremble.

Recently, he was inexplicably upset, and his parents wanted him to study abroad with Lin Xiaoxiao, although it was indeed very popular to study abroad at this time, and he didn't have such thoughts in his heart at all.

She suddenly sat down next to Han Chen, "I've been looking for you for a long time, so you are painting here?"

He didn't answer, just continued to paint, occasionally looking up to trace the ginkgo tree in the distance.

"It's beautiful, can you give it to me?" she kept nagging.

"No, you can be quiet and don't disturb me" Han Chen spoke to her not politely at all.

"Why not? I just want this painting because I like it so much. ”

Lin Xiaoxiao always likes to elevate her position, thinking that everyone should be centered on her.

Rejected by Han Chen, she was unwilling in her heart, what she wanted since she was a child, he had to get it no matter what method she wanted.

"I thought you were going home before, but yesterday I heard my aunt say that you didn't go home and had a National Day at school, but you didn't answer your calls, what have you been doing these days?"

Lin Xiaoxiao is like a bird that has just gotten up in the morning, chirping and chattering non-stop.

Han Chen, who originally didn't have a good impression of her, became even more impatient with her, he put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at her with a serious face, a little angry.

"In the future, you will call my mother less, I have no obligation and responsibility to report to you about my itinerary and what I want to do every day, and tell your parents, I have no interest in going abroad at all, don't always tell my mother to tell me to study abroad, thank you!"

Feeling that he had said a lot of drawings in one breath, he put away his brush and sketchpad, leaving the halfway drawing unfinished.

"Is this painting reserved for me?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked urgently in the back.

"Whatever you want, it's a broken painting anyway, and I don't want it. ”

Hearing Han Chen's answer, Lin Xiaoxiao happily put away the painting he had abandoned, and enjoyed it vigorously.

Maybe life is like this, an object, a person, when you are worthless in front of a person, maybe another person will treat you as a priceless treasure.

Han Chen carried a backpack and a sketchpad, walking on the road between the stone slabs, as well as a piece of autumn color on the side of the road, as if to set off another beautiful picture for this young man.

He was talking on the phone while walking, and his emotions seemed to be a little excited, this was the first time he had an awkward and unhappy relationship with his parents because of one thing.

Since he was a child, he has been a good child in the hearts of his parents, the most sensible one in the eyes of the world, in order to go abroad, he is constantly arguing with his family, theory, but in the end, no one made concessions, only constant red-faced quarrels.

The constant rotation of seasons has witnessed the joys and sorrows of our lives, as well as the vagaries of time.

Once upon a time, he never imagined that one day he would have such a side with his parents, nor did he think that one day his parents would strongly urge him to study abroad.

In his heart, his parents have always been very understanding people's teachers, and he suddenly found that he didn't know if the years had changed his parents or himself.

Life is always in our unconscious years, changing, losing, pursuing, in the busy road, maybe not much has changed, but looking back carefully, only to find that in fact, in our growth, we have lost a lot!