"It's like the sycamore leaves falling from the tree."

When school was out in the afternoon, Su Xiaoyun still pestered Ling Yue to ask this and that, Ling Yue, who had always been very patient on weekdays, said to her with a cold face, "Are you annoying" and ignored her.

When Su Xiaoyun saw this scene, he left the classroom in a huff. Lin Yawen stood outside the door, and when he saw Su Xiaoyun hanging his head dejectedly, the worry in his heart became even stronger. After a while, Ling Yue walked out of the classroom, still lowering his cap, which was completely different from his usual life.

Lin Yawen once again clearly felt Ling Yue's loneliness.

Seeing Lin Yawen, Ling Yue's eyes flashed indifferently, and he didn't say anything, just walked by himself. Lin Yawen didn't say much, and he didn't know what to say, so he followed behind him.

Along the way, Ling Yue didn't speak, and Lin Yawen didn't ask much, just like he had been traveling all the way before. At the fork in the road, Lin Yawen called Ling Yue, and he didn't know what to say, so he only said, "Don't give Mu Zi'an general knowledge." Ling Yue smiled slightly, and as soon as he did, Lin Yawen felt that his nervous heart had an indescribable stretch.

When Ling Yue passed through the deep alley, Mu Zi'an had already stopped under the plane tree. His bag was thrown on the ground, and he reclined on his bike, arms folded, thoughtful. When Ling Yue saw Mu Zi'an, he casually threw away his bicycle, threw away his schoolbag, ripped off his coat, and ran to Mu Zi'an, with a punch in his head.

This punch hit the corner of Mu Zi'an's mouth directly, causing him to stumble and almost fall. Mu Zi'an reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth, and raised his fist to fight back at Ling Yue. He shouted loudly as he hit: "I just can't get used to seeing your smug and high-minded appearance!" Ling Yun didn't reply, his attention was focused on fighting. The fists that didn't have time to be deployed yesterday are all thrown today. Those fists hit Mu Zi'an's arms, shoulders, and back, and Mu Zi'an fought back without showing weakness. Seeing that the two were fighting inextricably, Ling Yue twisted one of Mu Zi'an's arms and a backhand, and Mu Zi'an tripped and fell to the ground.

Seeing Mu Zi'an fall to the ground, Ling Yue stopped and looked at him coldly. Mu Zi'an lay on the ground panting, and for a long time, he struggled to get up by himself, dragged his legs to the stone bench under the plane tree and sat down. Ling Yue picked up his schoolbag and clothes, picked up his bicycle and slowly walked out of the deep alley.

Mu Zi'an sat on a stone bench and watched the twilight gradually cover the alley. The alleys in the twilight are even deeper and quieter. The tight autumn wind blew through the wild grass on the wall, the yellow leaves on the plane trees, and Mu Zi'an's face. In the midst of the fierce battle, all he thought about was how to fight back, and when everything fell silent, the irresistible fatigue crept around him. The corners of his mouth were slightly tightened under the autumn wind, and it hurt a little.

He closed his eyes and tried to forget all this, but the scenes kept flashing in his mind: endless quarrels, slamming doors on rainy nights, the clattering of pots and pans, his father in the smoke, and the slight sobbing of his mother in the middle of the night.

He held his head and his arms on his knees.

The twilight had exhausted the last rays of the setting sun, and the whole alley was immersed in a terrible darkness and dead silence. The whirring wind whistled in my ears, carrying the wailing of the wild cat squatting in the corner, mixed with the cry of a suffocating teenager.

With this cry, Mu Zi'an's shoulders shook in the night wind, like the sycamore leaves falling from the tree