"She was expectant but apprehensive, joyful but timid."

When Lin Yawen woke up, it was midnight. It was quiet in the teacher's apartment, and she made a cup of jasmine tea and ran to the balcony. The place where she temporarily lives is an apartment rented by a single teacher, with a one-bedroom apartment and a simple and chic decoration. At that time, Kunming was in full spring, and the Xinyi flowers downstairs were more charming and colorful at night. Lin Yawen sat alone on the rattan chair on the balcony in the fragrance of tea.

In that month, heavy snow was flying in the north, and Lin Yawen set off for the south. Unlike the cold weather in the north, the train travels south, and the closer you get to your destination, the stronger the spring becomes. That train, like a subway to spring, made the ice in Lin Yawen's heart gradually melt.

That month, when she dragged her suitcase to the downstairs of the teacher's apartment, she was greeted by the Xinyi tree in full bloom. She fell in love with the city in that instant.

In the silence and in the darkness, Lin Yawen recalled these small and fragmented pasts, and her thoughts also stopped on the other side of time with these past events......

On an autumn evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the school gates. The original rusty gate looks particularly peaceful and beautiful. The tung tree at the entrance of the school, tall and dense, with slightly yellowish leaves swirling in the breeze, the students on the campus walked in a hurry, and no one noticed that the campus was so charming in autumn. Ling Yue parked his bicycle outside the school gate, sat on the back seat by himself, and kept looking inside the school. There was a smile on that little baby fat face, and there was anticipation.

In the classroom, Lin Yawen was packing his schoolbag. After everything was cleaned up, she carefully took out the paper airplane from under the desk, unfolded it, looked at the words written by Ling Yue, and smiled quietly. She hesitated, but breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the classroom quickly.

When he walked to the middle of the campus, Lin Yawen saw Ling Yue's figure outside the school gate. She stopped and stood in the corner looking at Ling Yue. In the afterglow of the sunset, the boy's school uniform was floating in the autumn wind, and the boy's hair was messy in the wind, just like Lin Yawen's messy mood at the moment.

For walking all the way, Lin Yawen has a complicated heart. She was expectant but apprehensive, joyful but timid.

But she finally mustered up the courage to walk towards Ling Yue, and when she stood in front of Ling Yue, Ling Yue handed her a light blue notebook and told her that this was the focus of today's math class, and that she could go home and review it again. Lin Yawen took it, showing a happy and slightly shy smile, and a little embarrassed.

"Let's go," Ling Yue said as he stepped onto his bicycle, the wheels crushing against the road with a cheerful sound. Lin Yawen looked at his school uniform puffed up by the wind, and rode unhurriedly behind him.

Because there were classmates one after another on the road, Ling Yue and Lin Yawen occasionally said a word or two side by side, and accelerated or slowed down very tacitly.

But that's enough, isn't it?

In such an evening, the remnant sun is like blood, and the air is clear and cool to the bone. The plane trees on both sides of the road, the leaves are yellowish, and the plane tree fruits are swaying in the autumn wind, like lanterns in a festival. As far as the eye can see, there is no traffic in the fields, and the wheat seedlings are green. On both sides of Qianmo, there are ordinary withered grasses, but for Lin Yawen, this scene is the most beautiful.

At the crossroads, Lin Yawen waved his hand to Ling Yue and said goodbye silently. So, one to the east and the other to the west, leaving each other with a lonely back stretched by time.