After a few autumn rains, the autumn mood in Jiangnan has added another point. The leaves on the side of the road are trampled under the feet of pedestrians, blending into the soil, and they play their role for the last time, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.

Song Huanian returned to the second floor after breakfast. Her room is in a Chinese layout, and when you open the door, you can smell the faint scent of ink. In the center is a low table of purple trembling wood, on which are placed the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a straw futon is placed in front of the table.

A screen painted with a hundred birds and phoenixes separates the purple trembling wood table from the slightly old mahogany bed. The bedpost has a delicate carving, classical and antique. There is an old wooden shelf next to the bed on which her violin is placed, and next to it are photos with various famous musicians.

Song Huanian turned on the light, and the warm light illuminated the room, making the whole look elegant and generous.

She pushed open the door of the closet, picked out a white long-sleeved sweatshirt and put it on, and replaced it with a pair of yellow canvas shoes. He took out another backpack, filled it with a red notebook and a gel pen, and carried it on his back to leave.

Song Huanian always felt that he had forgotten something when he stood at the door, and put his hand on the doorknob and closed his eyes to meditate. After a moment, she turned her head slightly, thought about it, and walked to the window again and pushed it open. A gust of autumn wind blew in his face, carrying the fragrance of roses in the yard, but he instantly sobered up a lot.

She took out an umbrella from the drawer and put it in her backpack, which is a habit of hers, whether it is sunny or rainy, she always has an umbrella with her, as if she can feel more secure.

Song Huanian walked through the bluestone paved road of the garden with joy on his face, and when he was about to open the door, Steward Li chased after him from behind, holding a coat in his hand: "Miss Song! You wait, wait a minute. ”

"What's wrong? Uncle Lee. Song Huanian stopped and turned around and smiled: "Is there anything else?" ”

Steward Li wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed over the thin coat: "Miss Song, you should take the coat." ”

Song Huanian didn't understand a little, she looked up and saw the bright sun hanging in the sky, her eyes were very dazzling, she stretched out her hand to block her eyes, half-squinting: "Today's weather is very good!" He looked down at the long-sleeved sweatshirt on his body again: "I seem to be wearing a pretty thick one, isn't it cold?" ”

She blinked her apricot eyes and waited for Steward Li's reply.

Steward Li was still very respectful, and insisted on putting the thin coat into her arms: "You still take it, the weather in Jiangnan can change." After a moment's thought, he asked, "Did you bring an umbrella?" The weather was nice, but just in case. ”

Song Huanian took off his backpack and put his thin coat in, then took out his umbrella and shook it: "Take it!" Thank you, Uncle Lee. ”

Steward Li helped her open the door and stood at the door and watched her leave: "Be careful on the road, Miss Song." ”

Song Huanian walked backwards and waved his hand at him: "Got it!" ”

During the National Day holiday, parents travel with their children, and Huacheng has a well-developed tourism industry, attracting many tourists with its unique scenery and customs. Among them, there were some foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, and a few people were talking and laughing.

The library is very close, but her health is not very good, Song Huanian thought about it again and again and decided to take the bus, after all, the taxi is a bit too wasteful. Of course, not because of poverty.

She stood at the bus stop and looked down and played with her phone, only to realize that she had received a WeChat message. I clicked on it and laughed out loud.

It turned out that Song Ci sent her a "I am aggrieved" emoji, an orange cat hiding behind the curtain, and the words "I am aggrieved" were matched on the screen.

The bus hadn't come yet, she asked.

- What's wrong? Is there something wrong?

Song Ci was lying lazily on the chair, it had been twenty minutes since the message was sent, and Song Huanian had not replied to him. He gradually raised the idea of whether Song Huanian blocked him, and he received the news.

He was so excited that his phone almost fell to the ground, sat up straight, took a deep breath, and clicked on Song Huanian's message box.

Song Ci didn't know what to reply for a while, and kept pounding the back of the phone with his hand, a little nervous.

He doesn't know how to continue the topic without taking the initiative, this is still a science to chat with a girl!

But this is his idea, according to his mother Qijiu, he deserves to catch up with the girl, so he asks you to pretend!

Song Ci pondered for a long time, picked up the mobile phone with a lot of energy, and pressed the position of the keyboard hard, ready to cinch the mobile phone.

- It's okay, I just wanted to ask where you are.

- I'm at the bus stop right now, ready to take the bus to the library.

- On your own? Or do you have friends with you?

Song Huanian put the phone in his pocket after typing, and didn't notice the next message at all. She leaned out but still didn't see the shadow of the bus, looked down at the canvas shoes on her feet, and stomped her feet on the spot.

"That's... Sorry... Think... Excuse me. A foreigner who spoke awkward Chinese stood beside Song Huanian and said, she looked up at the tall foreigner who suddenly appeared and carried a large backpack, her eyes were full of great doubts.

The foreigner saw her turn her head and smiled and said, "Hello... I would like to please... Ask. He pointed to the location of a building on the map in his hand and asked, "Excuse me... This place..."

Foreigners' Chinese is not very good, and it takes a long time to speak a sentence.

“It doesn't matter. You can speak English. I can understand you. Song Huanian saw what he meant, and said in fluent American English.

The foreigner was overjoyed and clapped his hands: "That's greatest. Your spoken English is great! ）”

Song Huanian smiled shyly, his voice soft and glutinous: "That's very kind of you, but is there anything I can do for you?" ）”

The foreigner nodded and pointed to the map: "How do I get to this place?" ）”

Song Huanian saw that it was a landmark building in the city center, and smiled with low eyebrows: "This is in the city center, need to take a car to go, can take bus No. 101, but if too troublesome, can also take a taxi directly. It is also possible to take a taxi directly. ）”

The foreigner nodded again and again and praised, "Thank you. Your spoken English is really good. Thank you for your help. What a beautiful girl！ (Thank you, your spoken language is really great.) Thank you for your help, what a beautiful girl! ）”

Song Huanian said thank you, and it happened that the bus came at this time, and she got on the bus and said goodbye to foreigners.

Song Huanian put the banknotes into the box, and there were not many people in the car, so there were many empty seats. She walked to the back of the car and sat down in a random window position.

She leaned her head against the window, and when she was about to close her eyes to recuperate, she suddenly remembered something.

But what did she forget?