It's a nice day for the wind to blow.

It's all around with expensive cars and beautiful accessories. Xia Jiamuyi did not choose a very conspicuous outfit. A very extravagant road section, Xia Jiamu walked briskly, which happened to be the direction of the wind reversal.

Some people are noble by nature, do they still need your clothing to play an auxiliary role?

"School is almost starting and there are a lot of things to do. You? The same? ”

The sound is far away in another city.

"I'm a freshman. Isn't it just a commencement ceremony? ”

It's a long and quiet road. The sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves is a bit like a rhythm. Xia Jiamu will be very naïve, she will jump on the fallen leaves with one foot, and her steps will be steady.

"Alas, I envy your new life."

There are wind footprints in the sound.

Xia Jiamu responded: "What is there to envy, isn't high school life quite difficult?" I'm still looking forward to university life. ”

Xia Jiamu's right foot was tired of jumping, so he switched to his left foot. The sound of falling leaves is still the same.

"Who said that? College life was also quite difficult. ”

There was a chill in the voice.

"You said it." Xia Jiamu is no longer naughty. "You showed off to us last time during the Chinese New Year, and your college life is good. It's too good to be true. Why do you regret it now? ”

The fallen leaves also have tenderness, and they are a bit homesick.

"Hmm...... Isn't it just for you to be amused? Why are you serious? ”

There was a laugh in his voice.

Xia Jiamu was quiet and didn't talk much. She glanced up, it was still early at the end. She didn't want to go, even though the fallen leaves were beautiful, but they only belonged to autumn. She loves winter, and maybe the fallen leaves have been buried by then.

"Ah......" Xia Jiamu responded.

"What's wrong?"

The voice was full of memories.

"Bai Jun Yu ......"

"Huh?"

"I don't want to go."

Naughty kids say they're not naughty anymore, and I don't think anyone wants to believe it.

Xia Jiamu also covered his mouth and smiled. When she really laughs, she is happy.

On the other end of the voice, the clear male voice was also laughing.

"Where are you? I'm going to pick you up? ”

The voice was a little heavy.

"Hmm...... I've just been here. How do I know where I am? ”

Yesterday I forgot to be here today.

The sun rose, and Xia Jiamu walked faster.

None of them spoke of it again. Life has always been realistic. It doesn't just want poetry and distance, it also wants money.

Bai Jun Yu ...... Will you come back for the Chinese New Year this year......"

Xia Jiamu was stunned, the fallen leaves on the tree were still falling. The trees were a little bleak. It's not at all like Huainan they say.

"Yes. Definitely. I really want to go back to the bridge. After all, I haven't been back for so many years. ”

The voice has the taste of toffee when I was a child, it's so sweet.

This world has always let the fallen leaves be ruthless, and the wind is just intentional. Xia Jiamu will still look forward to the blooming of flowers next year. It will be as brilliant and complete as it is now. It's just that it is unknown who the passer-by will become, and who will become the passer-by. Let's look forward to it.

Xia Jiamu walked that section of the road, alone. So didn't pay much attention. She is now at the beach, and the sea breeze is a little ungentle, just like in the voice, the wind is cold.

"The wind is blowing."

The people on the other side of the voice are so careful.

"What a coincidence, the wind just blew today."

Xia Jiamu smiled.

Not to follow you, just to wonder what will happen when the wind blows.

"It's really not good in this place, and the wind blows from time to time. Looks like I need to wear some clothes. ”

The person in the voice was very careful and real.

"Hmm."

Xia Jiamu responded and walked out of the shore. Or the warmth of the road. I don't want to make ginger soup for myself.

It was almost an hour on the phone, and both were very enthusiastic. It is the intention of the person who listens, the person who writes is not talented, and the person who reads has no intention.

It's been a week since he arrived, and this is the first phone call in four years without a sound. They don't have a complicated emotional relationship, they just greet each other with the false names of old friends. They were all honest and honest with each other.

Afternoon.

The sound of the piano entered the afternoon. The relaxing melody is inevitable and relaxing. The person who plays the piano moves his fingers to be happy, and when his eyes are closed, the score is always in his mind. The room was big and a little crowded with a lot of accessories. There is only one person. There is no superfluous emotion on the face of the person playing the piano, just memorizing the score.

Outside the music, the noisy footsteps alerted the piano player. He smiled stubbornly, his eyes stared at the sheet music gently, and the corners of his mouth tilted to make an illusion of happiness.

The door was pushed open, and the person who pushed the door was Chen's mother, and the person behind it was Xia Jiamu.

The person who played the piano naturally became Zhuo Jingning.

"Mom, Sister Jiamu." Zhuo Jingning attaches great importance to etiquette, and the arc of her smile deviates from the standard very much. "Why are you here?"

"Baby, your brother Yuyang may be studying outside today. So my mother invited Sister Jiamu over. Chen's mother also responded very well, and the atmosphere was a little grand. Mother Chen pulled Xia Jiamu and greeted her very kindly: "Baby, are you unhappy today?" ”

"No, Mom." Zhuo Jingning's smile was no longer stiff, she reacted quickly. She pushed the wheelchair in front of Xia Jiamu. "Sister Jiamu is also very good, Brother Yuyang is busy, I understand. Mom, go get busy. ”

Happy? I probably can't afford it. But I can sell happy.

Only Zhuo Jingning and Xia Jiamu were left in the room.

Zhuo Jingning has always been so good. It's just that the scene of meeting on the first day has become a mystery.

"Sister Jiamu, can you play the piano?" Zhuo Jingning asked suddenly.

"Learned it before. Now, probably not. Xia Jiamu was slightly embarrassed.

"Sister Jiamu, let's try it." Zhuo Jingning took a few steps back, "This is a score written by Sister Meng Yi, I like it very much." It's a pity that Sister Meng Yi is not here now. I miss her so much. Sister Jiamu's figure is very similar to Sister Meng Yi. I want to see Sister Jiamu play the piano. ”

There are always people who think that the eyes are not deceiving, but some people have their own illusions in the eyes.

Zhuo Jingning looked at Xia Jiamu, and responded with some lost affection to this house that was not lively in the first place.

Xia Jiamu smiled and sat on the white chair. With his right hand, he touched the white keys. I took a serious look at the sheet music and took a deep breath. The first note falls on the white keys.

Xia Jiamu quickly integrated into the music. Zhuo Jingning, who was watching the play on the side, hooked her lips and didn't talk much.

This song is really well written, and people who play it feel comfortable.

Zhuo Jingning took a few more steps back, far away from the piano. She closed her eyes and wanted to be a sleeping person.

Xia Jiamu got closer and closer into the song.

Suddenly, one hand directly grabbed Xia Jiamu's hand, and asked angrily, "Who allowed you to do this?" ”

His hands were so heavy that he twisted Xia Jiamu's hands red.

Xia Jiamu frowned, and responded: "It's not your piano." Does it matter to you who touches it? ”

He shook off his hand, his expression became more serious, and he said angrily: "Xia Jiamu, I warn you, don't touch anything that is not yours at the end." Trees have bark, don't you want faces? ”

People who have fallen asleep laugh in their dreams.

Xia Jiamu was stunned, and unconsciously thought in his heart: "Jingning's teacher is actually such a person." ”

Zhuo Jingning's teacher has always been, Han Yuyang.

Han Yuyang picked up the blanket beside him and draped it over Zhuo Jingning, his movements were extremely light, but he still woke her up.

Zhuo Jingning's sleepy eyes were hazy: "...... Brother Yuyang? What are you doing here...... Mom said, you're busy...... Sister Jiamu is good to accompany me. ”

Han Yuyang responded in a calm tone: "School hasn't started yet, how can it be so busy." I don't think she knows you, so I'm here. Let's go soak up the sun. ”

Zhuo Jingning laughed to herself.

In the nearest park, Han Yuyang dragged a wheelchair in front and Xia Jiamu in the back.

Late at night, Xia Jiamu walked in the leaf forest from the end, wanting to walk to the starting point. The light here is very comfortable. It's still the same quiet, just a few more pedestrians. They are in a hurry and want to go home. Xia Jiamu walked slowly, wanting to wait for next year to go home with him.

The wind is often not as cold as in Beijing, but it is really intoxicating.