At the same time, in the maple garden of the experimental middle school, the bright afternoon sun sprinkled on the rows of fiery maple trees, as if gilding the red glow in the sky.

The students of the sixth class of the first year of junior high school followed behind the art teacher Mr. Wang, and stepped into this picturesque maple forest in an orderly manner, and almost all of them had smiles on their faces.

Mr. Wang's art class is the most favorite and most anticipated by the students.

The purpose of their coming here today is naturally to sketch.

Teacher Wang gathered the students together, and only spent a few minutes briefly explaining some precautions in painting, and then assigned class tasks to everyone.

Today, he asked each student to complete a painting with the theme of a maple tree.

After the students understood the class tasks, they all laughed and went to find their friends, and occupied all corners of the maple garden in groups.

Everyone lowered their heads to paint, their hands were busy, and their mouths couldn't stay idle, some chanted poetry on a whim, some hummed happily, and some chatted crookedly......

With such a group of students, the originally quiet Fengyuan was suddenly full of popularity and vitality.

Teacher Wang looked at the cute little faces that were young and immature, and his eyes were full of smiles.

In such a fiery autumn, a group of young children happily chased in the bright sun, he had inspiration, not idle, while the students were painting, holding their own drawing boards, free and casual under the largest maple tree sat on the ground, picked up the pen, and began to paint freely.

And in such a hot spot, there is only a short little girl who is particularly quiet, with a rickety body and restrained movements, which seems to be out of place with everything around her.

She is the transfer student who has just transferred from the Nth Middle School in Lihua City in the past two days, Sun Qianqian.

If it weren't for the fact that Sun Qianqian's father overheard about an old acquaintance of his a while ago, who happened to be a friend of the principal of this school, I am afraid that she and her sister would not have been able to enter this hot middle school.

At the moment, because she is too introverted, and she has a little low self-esteem, she doesn't take the initiative to approach others, and she hasn't made any new friends for the time being.

Under the picturesque scenery, she was alone, and her figure looked so small and inconspicuous.

She touched the watermelon head that was a little messy by the autumn wind, hugged her old drawing board, and walked around, subconsciously trying to avoid the crowd, trying to find a place with few people.

It seemed that almost everywhere was already crowded, except for the unusual maple tree.

Sun Qianqian looked up and down at the crooked maple tree from a distance of a few meters.

As far as the eye can see, it is the dwarfest maple tree in this maple forest, and it is also the ugliest maple tree.

Its trunk is much thinner than that of other maple trees, and the leaves on the tree are few and the color is not very beautiful.

The leaves of other maple trees are bright red like fire, properly expressing the beauty of "frost leaves red in February flowers", which is very beautiful, but only those leaves that grow in its treetops, the color is not red, yellow or green, and there are many leaves with a small hole, as if eaten by insects, it looks a little nondescript.

Sun Qianqian looked away from it, glanced at the maple trees around her, looked at her classmates, and finally at herself.

For a moment, she felt like she was standing in the crowd, like this little maple tree.

Finally, Sun Qianqian walked towards the maple tree.

Standing here, she seems to have found a small world of her own, and she inexplicably has a sense of belonging.

Sun Qianqian sat under the tree, raised her head in the warm sun, breathed softly, and stared at the maple tree above her head in a daze with clear dark eyes.

A light breeze with a faint earthy scent.

The autumn wind gently swayed the trunk of the tree, dancing one by one maple leaves, neither red nor yellow, like clouds, the small holes no longer looked so dilapidated, flashing with brilliant and colorful light, as if the rainbow rain was scattered from the sky.

It turns out that these ugly maple leaves can also fly with the wind in the most dreamy and elegant posture......

Sun Qianqian seemed to have an epiphany suddenly, came back to her senses, took out a piece of snow-white paper from the drawing board, laid the paper smoothly, picked up the paintbrush, and began to seriously outline the intoxicating scenery imprinted in her mind at this moment.

That's the most beautiful appearance of the "little maple tree" in her heart!

Thirty minutes later, a painting with a bit of abstract painting style was completed, Sun Qianqian stopped the action of painting, biting a red paintbrush in her small mouth, admiring the painting she had just completed, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, a pair of eyes as clear as spring water narrowed into two thin slits, revealing a bright and innocent smile.

Staring at the dazzling and colorful little maple tree on the drawing paper, she seemed to find some kind of relief and satisfaction.

After finishing the painting, Sun Qianqian began to sort out the pile of painting tools scattered around her.

At this time, the art class was coming to an end, and almost all of us had completed their own painting tasks, so the chat became more and more hot.

"Eh, have you heard about Qiuyang?"

Sun Qianqian's things were only halfway organized, and when she heard someone mention Qiuyang, she was instinctively stunned, and when she lost her mind, she "snapped", and the few brushes she was holding in her hand all fell to the ground one after another.

Autumn Sun ...... Is something going on!!

She was a little nervous and quickly turned her head to look.

Not far behind her, a large group of girls sat around, whispering something.

Sun Qianqian pricked up her ears and couldn't hear clearly.

Because she left the previous school and was kicked out of the school QQ group, she hasn't paid special attention to Qiuyang now, and she doesn't know anything about his situation in the past two days.

Thinking that something might have happened to Qiuyang, Sun Qianqian threw the sketchpad aside, quickly stood up and walked to the place where the group of girls were sitting.

She stood quietly behind them, and only then did she hear what they were talking about:

"You mean Qiu Yang doesn't smile anymore? How is this possible?

Although he didn't have much time in our school, I never saw him not laugh.

He's my sunshine baby. ”

"Why don't you believe me?

Didn't Qiuyang transfer to N Middle School? Is there any of my elementary school classmates there who know, and the news can't be wrong.

It seems that Qiuyang has suddenly changed in the past two days and has become a depressed teenager.

My poor sunny baby, I don't know what happened to him.

But ah, he is handsome with a smile, and now he is not handsome, and he is still melancholy handsome!

How handsome! ”

As soon as she heard these discussions, Sun Qianqian suddenly came to the side of the girl who spoke without thinking about it, and nervously confirmed: "What? You say that the autumn sun has suddenly changed in the past two days?! ”

"Ouch, I'll go! I said this new classmate, are you a ghost, you're scared to death! ”

Sun Qianqian was really caught off guard when she appeared, and the voice of the question was a little loud, which scared the girl to shoot her little chest.

The other girls present glanced obliquely at this inconspicuous and reckless little girl, obviously a very disdainful look.

"I said this new classmate, I see that you are always alone and like a ghost, I can't think of it...... Still a nymphomaniac.

Let's talk about the autumn sun, but you jumped over?

But why are you so nervous? It's as if the autumn sun is melancholy because of you! ”

One girl finished speaking in a weird way, and the other girls covered their mouths and laughed, as if they had heard a big joke.

Sun Qianqian didn't care about the attitude of these girls, she was stupidly stunned, looking down at her toes, her mind was messy, and the three souls had already lost seven souls.

Qiuyang, are you having a bad time......