My brother Yu Hui and I were admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and his short story "Deep Traces" was also published in the "Mocheng Evening News". And I, on the other hand, were the first readers of his novel:

Forgetting what kind of day it was, he stepped on the old road in a trance.

The golden yellow of the ground is the fallen leaves as a gift of late autumn, and from time to time they are swept up by a long wind and swayed in the air.

It was the late autumn wind, so it was so hard that it couldn't make people's eyes wide. The large bouquet of lilies wrapped in black satin that he had begun to hold in his hand was forced to hang his head one by one. As a gift for the third anniversary of their love, Xiao Nan hugged them deeply in his arms. Sticking to their chests, they seemed to be moved to laugh, brewing the unusual wild and dark fragrance, composing a rhythm, and giving birth to a faint short song, turning into a soul and penetrating Xiao Nan's torso. The collar that stands up will always be blown down on both sides by the wind, and he has to keep freeing his hands to tidy it up, because Zhixin likes his mature dress.

At eleven o'clock, Xiao Nan arrived a full hour early, and when he walked to the seat close to the window that belonged to them and just sat down, Guo Ziteng carefully sent a pot of Xiao Nan's favorite Blue Mountain, Xiao Nan nodded and smiled at him, the two of them have been classmates and friends since they were in high school.

The copper spoon stirred in the container of bone china, playing a tinkling sound, spinning a gentle circle, her face, and this beautiful song loomed in this close circle, sweet, more flavorful and more intimate than this Blue Mountain. The faint jazz made Xiao Nan want to pour into this lonely tone, he lay on the table, buried his face, and soon, he was immersed in the illusion.

"Hey~", someone called him softly again.

Xiao Nan, who was half-asleep and half-awake, raised her eyelids and looked at the girl who woke him up.

"Sir, may I sit down?"

This deliberately pretending to be very flattering is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, dressed very charmingly, which can also be said to be very weird.

"I'm sorry, I'm waiting for my girlfriend. Xiao Nan politely refused.

"Oh? She walked away in embarrassment, still muttering something.

Seeing outside through the window, a group of men and women laughed around her, pointing in the direction of Xiao Nan from time to time, she also made a helpless expression, and while talking, five or six people chased her and ran away.

Xiao Nan lowered his head and looked at his watch, there was still half an hour before the date time, so he got up and went to the bathroom to wash off his tired appearance. Facing himself in the mirror, he smiled wryly: forgetting to clean his beard made him look 100 years older, and on the chest of his shirt was the ink that he accidentally threw off when he stayed up late yesterday to paint, and the color looked like disgusting old sweat stains. But there was no time to go back and reorganize, so I took off my shirt and rubbed it with hand sanitizer, hoping that it would be as good as new. Xiao Nan put on his upper body and fought hard against the stain.

"Daddy, look!" was the crisp cry of a little boy behind him.

"Don't look, let's go!" The father blindfolded his son with his hands, his body blocked between Xiao Nan and the little boy, and quickly walked away.

Xiao Nan straightened up and watched them go away through the mirror, and gradually, his gaze shifted to his chest. It was a deep scar, the length of a forearm, and perhaps it scared the child. Xiao Nan touched it and whispered to himself: "Alas, why don't they like you?" but he still quickly put on his washed shirt, not wanting to scare anyone anymore.

Xiao Nan, who was wet on his chest, sat back in his original seat, and soon, from the change in his eyes, he knew that his girlfriend Zhixin was invited.

Yes, she sat opposite Xiao Nan, and the two of them didn't speak, just looked at each other, and talked to each other about everything.

...... (To be continued)