Anseong, in the afternoon of October, is still unusually hot.

Yan Cuo walked on this strange street and suddenly stopped. On either side were verdant trees, but now they were covered with a layer of dust. The horns in the ears are blaring, the cars are speeding by, and everyone seems to be heading to their place.

Yan Cuo thought, where is the place they are so eager to go, and where is their own home.

Ancheng No. 1 Middle School, Yan Cuo stood with a big schoolbag on his back, looking at the unfamiliar campus, and felt a little apprehensive in his heart. Classes are being held on campus, and the sound of books is endless.

Yan Cuo thought with some firmness that this would be his home. When the bell rang for the end of class, I saw many people walking out of each classroom, some with sad faces, some with smiling faces, the same is the unique youthful atmosphere of this age

。 Standing at a loss, a young woman walked in front of her, looking at Yan Cuo and smiling softly: "Are you Yan Cuo, a new classmate transferred from our class?" Yan Cuo nodded, and then she saw the gentle woman holding her hand, which was a pair of warm hands, which made Yan Cuo's heart seem to be warm.

She followed her forward in a daze, walked into a classroom, she glanced at the sign at the door, the first and third classes of junior high school, and quietly wrote it down in her heart. The people in the class looked at her curiously, or in the eyes of exploration or curiosity. Yan Cuo was a little nervous, tugging at the corner of his clothes, looking at the gentle woman, she smiled at her, and led her to the podium.

"Students, be quiet, this is a new student in our class, Yancuo, I will be classmates with you in the future, everyone is welcome." Yan Cuo lowered his head and clenched the corners of his clothes. "Yancuo, I am Teacher Tang, the head teacher of the first and third classes of junior high school, you can find me if you have any questions in the future."

Yan Cuo raised her head and looked at her, she still smiled gently, like the sun, warming Yan Cuo's heart. She looked at the curious faces below and said softly, "Hello everyone, I'm Yancuo, it's nice to meet you." Then there was a deep bow. There was applause in the class, and Yan Cuo was a little happy, it turned out that he could do it himself.

When the class bell rang, Teacher Tang asked her to choose a seat by herself, and Yan Cuo chose a window seat and sat down quietly.

The first period was a math class, and the math teacher was a middle-aged man who looked very serious. Yan Cuo opened the newly sent book, a little dazed, he hadn't opened the textbook for a long time, looking at some unfamiliar content in the book, Yan Cuo thought, I have to work hard.

She looked intently at the blackboard, memorizing it carefully. I have fallen behind a lot, but take my time, work harder, I will always go better, and I will cheer myself up.

After class, Yan Cuo sat in his seat and quietly looked at the still somewhat unfamiliar books. I'm not smart, she knew it since she was a child, otherwise she wouldn't, she wouldn't, she didn't want to be herself, she smiled bitterly.

This new environment gives her a good feeling and she loves it here. He has to work hard, even if it's for himself. Yan Cuo thought so.

Soon after school, Yancuo put on his schoolbag and walked out of the school gate. Occasionally, a few classmates around her greeted her, and she smiled softly.

It turned out that a friend felt like this, and Yan Cuo raised the corners of his mouth and walked home. Is it home, it should be, after all, I only have this place to return now.