"Lonely Wutong deep alley, lock the cold autumn."

When Teacher Lu finished arranging all the work in the class, the evening sun shone on Lin Yawen's face through the window. She felt her eyes swaying, and what she saw was layered.

When Teacher Lu announced the end of school, Mu Zi'an picked up his schoolbag and strode out of the classroom from the back door.

Ling Yue slowly packed up his things in his seat, and Lin Yawen just wanted to run over, only to see Su Xiaoyun running in front of Ling Yue with his schoolbag on his back. She looked up at Ling Yue, her mouth kept talking, her face was full of smiles, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her eyes were unusually shining because of excitement. Ling Yue's originally gloomy face slowly revealed a smile.

Lin Yawen stood in the corner of the classroom, looking at this scene, with an indescribable sense of loss in his heart. She just watched Ling Yue and Su Xiaoyun walk out of the classroom one after the other, looking at the messy classroom shrouded in twilight.

Along the way, Lin Yawen rode her bicycle quickly, trying to catch up with Ling Yue, but until she reached that fork in the road, she didn't even catch Ling Yue's shadow. She could only stare at the fork in the road and continue in silence.

Ling Yue turned from the fork in the road into a narrow alley as usual. The alley is quiet and deep, and is rarely seen except by pedestrians. The walls in the alley are mottled, and the wild grass on the top of the wall spreads, making the alley even more desolate. As Ling Yue rode by, the gathered birds were startled, and their wings fluttered in the air.

Suddenly, a sudden sound of braking broke the silence in the alley. Ling Yue raised his eyes and saw Mu Zi'an leading several boys of the same age in front of Ling Yue. The boys had runny hair and angry eyes. Mu Zi'an stood at the front of the crowd, he was swaying in place with one foot slanted, his school uniform jacket casually on his shoulder, looking cynical.

The comer was not good, and Ling Yue smelled an obvious aura of provocation. He stopped, and just wanted to turn the bicycle, only to see Mu Zi'an wave of his right hand, and the boys threw down their schoolbags and bicycles, and approached Ling Yue with a brush.

"Get out of the way!" Ling Yue's voice was fierce, but the voice was quickly drowned out in the deep alley by the rushing fighters. Those fists fell on Ling Yue's body like raindrops, and on his head, he struggled to resist, but he felt like a person drowning in water, his body was weak and weak.

He was just like that, surrounded by these boys, and Mu Zi'an didn't make a move from beginning to end, he stood on the periphery of the crowd and watched Ling Yue fall to the ground under the siege of many boys.

Finally, these stormy fists stopped, and Mu Zi'an looked at Ling Yue who fell to the ground with a squinting eye, wrinkled his nose, and left the alley with the boys.

The remnant sun was like blood, shining on the plane tree in the alley, and the old branches were vigorous, stretching around, and Gumu was desolate. Large sycamore leaves, yellowed and yellowed in the rustling autumn wind.

Ling Yue struggled to get up from the ground, the world in front of him was so bright that he paused before he could barely stand up. He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the schoolbag and school uniform scattered on the ground, moved to the bicycle, and slowly left.

The alley fell into a terrible silence again, and a tanuki stretched its waist and paced on the grassy wall.

Lonely sycamore deep alley, lock cold autumn.