The grass and trees are yellow and the leaves are yellow,

The autumn water is busy with falling leaves.

Juvenile Xingzhou is wanton,

The old man changed his clothes in his old place.

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------ China Shenzhou • Beijing ------

The wind around him swept up the fallen leaves around him, and a sound of "whoosh" echoed around the empty surroundings. Walking on a withered yellow ground, walking forward with the full face of sunshine, there is a chic sound in your ears.

Dressed in light clothes, they didn't seem to feel cold, and hurriedly walked on the street, maybe it was this rapid walking that didn't feel cold, or maybe it was a warm blood that made them not afraid of the cold.

Fallen leaves are busy looking for roots, and the group of teenagers are busy walking between the earth in search of cultural roots.

Meng Jiuzhou saw that they were familiar, and he hurriedly pulled the frost to stop. Sure enough, it was the group of teenagers who Kyushu met in West Lake and met in the Beijing school.

Seeing that they were in a hurry, they thought that there was something important, and Kyushu didn't want to bother, but he had to be curious. She knew that these teenagers were already in college now, and she knew that she admired the chic behavior of these teenagers, so she was full of curiosity about what they were doing now.

Just like the character shown by Frost Fall two days ago, Frost Fall learned about this group of teenagers from Kyushu, and he also felt that he had met a confidant, so he also became curious.

Mobilizing the immortal power, a wind rose on the ground, rolled up three or two dead leaves and flew into the sky, "squeaking" to the frost to tell them what they had seen.

"Sister Frostfall, it's not good for us to be like this......" Although Kyushu was curious, he always felt that eavesdropping was not a good thing.

Frost was stunned and bit her lower lip gently, "Hmm...... yes. ”

"If we want to know, we should catch up and ask directly." As he spoke, he looked at the group of teenagers who were already running into the distance towards the rising sun of late autumn, "But now that they have gone far, do you want to know ...... Kyushu?"

Xiao Jiuzhou's eyes widened, and he blinked seriously, very entangled: his parents said that it was very rude to eavesdrop on others, but he really wanted to know, really wanted to ......

Looking at Kyushu's tangled little appearance, Frost Fall couldn't help but laugh, and she didn't want to let Kyushu continue to be entangled, she knew that she was afraid that Kyushu would not say anything if she wanted to know in the end, what a good girl, Frost Fall thought to herself.

"Well, it's not a big deal, what they do is actually no different from your mission." Frost still opened his mouth, "Over the years, we have also felt that the immortal power has declined, and we want to come to Huaxia Shenzhou is also experiencing the road of development to the Yanhuang land now." ”

"It's also a shame for them to pursue the roots of culture, otherwise I'm afraid that in more than ten years, we in Huaxia Shenzhou will also fall into a deep sleep of depletion of immortal power."

Frostfall said his thoughts, and Kyushu listened carefully, but it turned out that the group of big brothers and sisters who he admired a lot were actually doing what they wanted to do in the future!

Kyushu regretted it a little, why didn't he catch up with them just now and ask them. I missed this fate in vain.

Thinking of this, Kyushu snorted and pursed his lips slightly, with a little disappointment and helplessness hidden in his eyebrows.

The clouds rise, the frost pulls Kyushu away, the yellow leaves are haggard and dry, no one passes around, the fallen leaves lie quietly on the ground, the air is stagnant, as if there are only two words left between heaven and earth: "silence"......

No one knows that in this silent autumn, in the distance, what the group of teenagers wrote and painted with the pen and ink in their hands, photographed with the camera, followed with their footsteps, and carved with their hearts are all the roots of thousands of years of Chinese Shenzhou's culture.

No one knows how much this silent autumn, far away from the hot and yellow land of home, will have on Kyushu's future life.