Chapter Ninety-Five: That Autumn

Some people say that autumn is a harvest season, the autumn wind passes, the leaves fall, the rice is ripe, and the fragrance of cinnamon wafts in August, some are the forces of nature, and some are the trajectory of life.

In everyone's life trajectory, autumn is often a strong stroke, which seems a little special.

In the early morning of September 1st, the originally empty streets seemed to be very lively, and the crowds of people shuttled through the streets outside the campus.

Wen Xiao, accompanied by his father, also came to this non-key university in the county, and he only felt mixed feelings for a while.

Some people say that what you like, even if it is disabled, still feels perfect in your heart, and what you don't like, even if it is perfect, still feels broken.

If you want to divide the focus of a student's career, perhaps the most influential and memorable is probably high school.

The three years of high school, based on ten years and three years, compete to leap into the dragon gate, and a stack of pens and test papers determine the development trajectory of the next few decades.

In Marx's economic theory, it is written that society is not an absolutely fair and just society, and that some people occupy far more social resources than ordinary people, although people strive to create social fairness, but obviously this is a long process, and ideal communism still needs the efforts of several generations to achieve.

And the younger generation like Wen Xiao who has moved from the countryside to the city has the closest and clearest path, that is, to pass the college entrance examination.

At this point, the college entrance examination has been engraved with an exam that really changes fate, and many people have fallen into a misunderstanding, thinking that perhaps some people who have passed the college entrance examination are still not as good as those who have not read books, in fact, this is just a very simple comparison, just with money or short-term time comparison, which is obviously unreasonable.

The times are progressing, the economy is developing, and the root cause is the development of talents.

Wen Xiao looked at a few big characters dancing at the gate of Nuo University, and had the idea of escaping, but found that he couldn't escape in the end, so he could only sigh helplessly.

Looking back on the eventful years of the past, I saw you and accompanied you, but today I don't see you.

When Wen Xiao put his luggage in the dormitory and made all the preparations, he wanted to take a look at this place where he was about to live for three years.

There are still a lot of people on campus, but it seems that he will not appear again.

Wen Xiao set his eyes on an osmanthus tree on the campus, the fragrant fragrance of flowers permeated the entire campus, I don't know from what started, Wen Xiao also liked osmanthus, maybe because of the osmanthus blooming season, maybe because of the golden petals, more or maybe because of him.

Quietly, Wen Xiao seemed to be integrated with the osmanthus flowers, leaving the noisy campus at this time, and meeting him in a forest covered with flower petals.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and I look at you. "I don't know when, not far from Wen Xiao's side, a young man stood quietly, looking at her quietly, with a smile on his face, motionless, let the world be prosperous, and I only have you in my eyes.

Perhaps a little tired from standing, Wen Xiao slowly walked deeper into the campus, and there were still a lot of people around.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, the young man was still standing, without calling, silently.

Walking in the flow of people, Chinese Xiao suddenly felt a very strange feeling violently trembling at the moment when she was leaving, and inadvertently looked back at the tall osmanthus tree again.

Quiet, the falling flowers can be heard, and the haunting figure is standing like that.

Either at a loss, or suddenly, Wen Xiao only felt as if his eyes had drilled into a grain of sand, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Looking at the smiling teenager, Wen Xiao only felt that her entire body was uncontrollable, driving her body to run towards him.

The distance was not far, but Wen Xiao felt that thousands of miles away from each other, and the flow of people was not crowded, but Wen Xiao felt that every breath was blocking her progress.

The boy also moved, following the flow of people.

Wow, the moment Wen Xiao threw himself into the young man's arms, his face was covered with tears, and he couldn't even speak, as if he was telling this tormented longing with tears.

A pair of teenagers and girls embraced each other in the crowd, attracting the attention of countless pedestrians, although the two were in the aisle, some obstructing others, but people seemed to be deliberately changing their route at that moment, doing their best not to disturb.

The falling flowers are silent, because the sound is in the heart, the falling flowers are soft, because the softness is missing, the falling flowers are beautiful, because the beauty is in the moment of reunion.

Later, when Wen Xiao learned that Yang Yi gave up the key middle school for her, she was annoyed and moved, and slapped Yang Yi's chest vigorously: "Why don't you go to your key middle school, why don't you go to your key middle school?"

Until Yang Yi grabbed Wen Xiao's hand and said very seriously: "Because there is no you there." A fluttering sentence was engraved in Wen Xiao's heart like a thousand catties.

A love, perhaps indiscriminately from the first acquaintance, a companionship, or from the germination of good feelings in the heart, a protection, that is the expression of love, silent and silent.

Some people say that companionship is the most affectionate confession, perhaps there are no flowery words, no touching confession, but it is the most sincere and touching language.

Sometimes the encounter in life may have been reincarnated countless times in the dark, or it has long been predestined, who can really say this?