"On late autumn nights, the moonlight seems to carry a cold air."

On late autumn nights, the moonlight seems to carry a cold air.

Lin Yawen was casually writing her homework, writing and writing, and Su Xiaoyun's smiling face when she looked at Ling Yue appeared in her mind. That originally fair and beautiful face brought Lin Yawen endless annoyance at this moment.

Lin Yawen pouted, crumpled the calculation paper on the desk into a ball, and threw it casually in his hand. She sighed under the lamp, and the pen was scribbling casually. When she lowered her head, she realized that her pen had made a mess of the history workbook. Her sigh instantly turned into a long sigh of relief, and she hurriedly found scotch tape to carefully glue away the scratches. Although the scratches have become very uneven, you can barely get through without looking closely.

Lin Yawen opened the stationery box and saw his midterm exam report slip. On the back of that transcript, there are the final goals I set for myself, as well as Einstein's famous formula to encourage myself:

A=X+Y+Z。 A stands for success, X stands for hard work, Y stands for the right way, and Z stands for less.

Lin Yawen drew a few deep strokes under "hard labor", and drew several horizontal lines under "less nonsense". Then she carefully put the report slip into the inner pocket of the stationery box, reached out and wiped the hair on her forehead, and began to concentrate on writing her homework.

"I want to get better," Lin Yawen said to herself. She naively thought that she was better enough to have the ability to chase the person she loved, only to find out later that none of this counts in real life.

That night, Lin Yawen felt that time flew by for the first time, and she only heard the sound of "brushing" with the tip of the pen. When she had done all her homework, the clock struck ten times. When her father was outside reminding her to go to bed early, she quickly closed her hardcover diary, locked the code, stuffed it under her pillow, and fell asleep.

People may be like this, when they don't have a clear goal, they are like little beasts wandering in the field, not knowing where they should go. Once you have a clear goal and decide to work for it, the whole person is in good spirits. Therefore, Lin Yawen, who has always needed an alarm clock to wake up, woke up before the alarm clock went off.

She washed up quickly and ate breakfast, then grabbed her schoolbag and pushed her bicycle out of the house as fast as she could. Her father looked at her back, and there was an imperceptible hint of relief between his eyebrows. Lin Yiwen, the younger brother sitting at the dining table, was stunned with fried steamed buns in his mouth.

"She's going to be fine, is she? What kind of wind is this blowing? Lin Yiwen turned her head to Lin Yawen's mother, her mother's face sank, knocked on the bowl and said, "What is she!" I don't know what to call my sister! Hurry up and eat! Lin Yiwen retracted his neck, grimaced, and quickly pulled the porridge in the bowl.

When Lin Yawen came to school, it was only 7:05, which was unprecedentedly early. The campus is quiet, and on the yellow leaves on the ground, there are vague traces of last night's deep dew. There were not many people in the classroom, and Teacher Lu was watching the early students on duty cleaning, and when he saw Lin Yawen, he was shocked and happy.

Lin Yawen quickly plunged into the morning reading.

The classmates came one after another, Su Xiaoyun came, and Mu Zi'an also came. The preparatory bell rang, and Teacher Liu also came to read in the morning, but Ling Yue's seat was always empty. Until the end of the morning reading, Lin Yawen didn't see Ling Yue's figure. She turned around and glanced at Ling Yue's empty seat, but met Mu Zi'an's grim gaze.