"The heart is empty like flying catkins, and duckweed beaten by rain."

Lin Yawen lay on the table, thinking about Ling Yue's jumping figure and Su Xiaoyun's ponytail jumping together over and over again, the more he thought about it, the more sad he became. She sighed, took out her excerpt from her schoolbag, opened the "Juvenile Literature and Art" she had just bought, and made excerpts while reading.

She flipped through the book "Juvenile Literature and Art", and when her fingertips swiped the page, she smelled the good smell of ink. She silently read the words that fascinated her, and gradually forgot the noise outside, and forgot the shuttlecock flying in the air, which made her sad and even a little desperate. She felt the tense nerves around her slowly relax, and those sorrows overflowed like sweat on a summer day, and then there was a kind of relief.

On that slightly cold evening, Lin Yawen saw this sentence in an article: Study hard because you are a student; So beautiful, because you're a girl; Make the most of the time, because such a graceful life is only once for you and me.

She sped the phrase in her excerpt book, and when she closed it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Yawen later recalled that in those lost and hesitant teenage years, whenever she couldn't get rid of the sadness in her heart, she always made excerpts while reading. When she was tired of copying, she imitated those beautiful sentences and wrote and painted.

The love for ancient poetry seems to have started at that time. Lin Yawen often sighed that those literati and writers are really powerful, and they can express their emotions vividly in just a few words. After a long time, she can make it clear and empathetic.

The students who were free to move into the classroom one after another, and there was an instant commotion in the air, and in the midst of the noise, Lin Yawen saw Ling Yue walk into the classroom. His cheeks were slightly red, and the hair on his forehead was wet and wisps, while Su Xiaoyun ran happily to his seat, opened the lid of the cup with a happy face, and drank the water with a clatter.

After drinking the water, Su Xiaoyun happily played with the girls around her. I don't know what those girls said, a shy smile appeared on Su Xiaoyun's face, but from this shyness, Lin Yawen felt some very obvious pride.

Yes, it was proud, and even she looked at Ling Yue with anticipation, that look, she had once had.

Study hard, study hard! Lin Yawen silently persuaded himself like this, so he covered his ears and silently memorized the Chinese text. Those words and sentences slowly occupied Lin Yawen's brain.

She was so brutal that she dissipated the unpleasant feelings, in fact, she had no other way. Only by working hard to enrich one's heart can one not be empty like flying catkins and duckweed beaten by rain.

At the end of school, Lin Yawen quickly packed his schoolbag and left the classroom very early. She forgot that Mu Zi'an hadn't returned her composition yet, and she didn't care about whether Su Xiaoyun would pester Ling Yue when she was out of school, and she didn't want to care.

Caring will be messed up.

After becoming an adult, it took Lin Yawen many years to learn to be quiet, even in the face of his favorite person. Even, she knew that if she was so quiet, she would miss her favorite person. Still, she hid herself deeply, camouflaged in heavy armor. It seems that as soon as he speaks, he will be the one who has fallen into a place of no return.

On both sides of the lonely and clear road, people kept riding bicycles and speeding past Lin Yawen. Lin Yawen didn't have time to care about who was galloping by, she hurried silently, silently smelling the aroma of wheat seedlings in the cold air.