When Tian Jun walked away, in the classroom, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

"I thought that the old class seemed to have become silent in the past few days, but it turned out that he was magnifying his moves here! But I have to say that the old class said so deeply, I was actually moved! A boy said loudly.

"Damn, I'm also moved." Another boy next to him chimed in.

"Of course, you must know that our old class is a great talent, and he has published a collection of poems and essays." A girl next to her said with adoration.

"However, the old class is about to become someone else's old class." A girl sighed.

"But, in my heart, the old class is still our old class, and it will always be our old class!" A boy said.

…… After the sigh of relief, the carnival began.

"Don't think about it so much, the old class has said, you must learn to cherish and live well, so, now, let's carnival."

“wow！”

"Ahh

"Oh roar!" I don't know who took the lead, but the classroom, which was still with a touch of sadness, suddenly broke out. Cheers, screams, shouts, roars, torn books, the rubbing of table legs and chair legs against the ground...... The various sounds intertwine and merge into a strange but normal carnival.

It's just that in the midst of this carnival, in an inconspicuous seat in the classroom, an inconspicuous barefoot boy is looking out the window at the distant mountains in a daze.

Outside the window, the sunset sinks into the mountains, and the afterglow soaks the clouds in the sky red. It was also reflected in the hair of the barefoot boy, dyeing the barefoot boy's already slightly dull yellow hair into a dazzling blonde.

It's just that in such a carnival, the gold seems so insignificant. Is it finally over?

It's a parting in a blink of an eye. But why, I still can't let go? Confession or goodbye?

That's a problem...... The barefoot boy looked at another figure sitting quietly in the front row of the classroom, his eyes slightly tearful with a hint of sadness.

That figure belonged to that person, the only person he couldn't let go. If it's a little earlier, or a little later...... If you're a freshman in high school, or if you're a freshman...... How nice it would be!

It's just a pity that there are no ifs. Looking at that figure, the barefoot boy couldn't help but think back to the time when his senior year of high school had just begun.

Last year, the barefoot boy failed the college entrance examination, and he was disheartened and barely cheered up under the persuasion of his family, and then came here.

Despite being a senior in high school, the barefoot boy is still lost in yesterday's failures, and his life is full of gray.

While everyone was working hard to prepare for the college entrance examination, the barefoot boy's heart was filled with unprecedented confusion.

He didn't understand the point of studying hard for more than ten years, and he didn't understand the meaning of living in this world.

He kept thinking about these questions, thinking about the meaning of life, and then he walked into his own thinking labyrinth step by step.

Eventually, he became depressed. Then the world loses its color and becomes a dead gray desert.

Many times, he wanted to kill himself and end this long, silent and meaningless life. Of course, he did not commit suicide.

It's not that he doesn't have the courage, it's just that he doesn't want his mother to be sad for himself. Until one day, a good friend of his used to come to see him.

My friend studied psychology at university, and his tutor was a well-known professor of psychology. While chatting with his friends, the barefoot boy expressed all the confusion and pain in his heart.

Then he held his head and sat on the ground with a painful face. When a friend sees the barefoot boy like this, he wants to help the barefoot boy get out of his closed world.

So my friend consulted his mentor, and the mentor also gave advice. Then the friend said to the barefoot boy, "Prepare a notepad, not too big, the kind that is easy to carry, because you have to carry it with you." What you usually see, what you think, as long as you find it interesting, write it down, and slowly, you will be able to find yourself again. The barefoot boy did as his friend was told.

At first, the barefoot boy just found it funny, and he made it a task. Then, slowly, the barefoot boy began to like this way of experiencing life.

Later, the barefoot boy could no longer live without the notepad. Then, the notepad becomes the way the barefoot boy observes and records the world.

Wherever he went, he saw and wrote. Thinking of this, the barefoot boy took the notepad out of his pocket.

The notepad is small, but the palm is big. Maybe it's because the barefoot boy has a girl living in his heart.,This notebook is actually a cartoon version.,The cover is also printed with hellokitty.。

Looking at the notepad in his hand, the barefoot boy pondered for a while. After a long moment, the barefoot boy sighed softly, and then he raised his head and looked at the figure again.

At this time, the owner of the figure, a girl with short hair, that is, Miss 〇, the other protagonist of the story, is chatting with the boss.

Looking at the barefoot boy's position, you can see the side face of Miss 〇. Miss 〇 has a smile on her face, and the afterglow is imprinted on Miss 〇's side face with a smile, dyeing the girl's cheeks an intoxicating red.

Looking at this scene, the barefoot boy also laughed happily. Although that smile was fleeting, it alone could see the happiness in the heart of the barefoot boy.

Because, that's a heartfelt smile.