A few dead leaves fell from the window, sticking to the edge of the window. When a cool breeze came, it was taken to the creek and flowed along the meandering stream to the Peach Blossom Lake next to Guanglan Street. The water of the stream is from a mountain spring, and it is crystal clear. The pebbles under the stream are covered with a layer of moss, swaying along the current. Ripples in the morning light. I opened the curtains, saw the sycamore leaves falling outside the window, and stretched. A cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help but shiver.

It rained all night last night, and the smell of dirt wafted through the air. When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that in summer she was a little girl who was reluctant to leave, and she always cried in autumn. This rain is probably the tears of a summer girl.

turned on the phone to look at the time, but saw thirty unread messages, all sent by Zijun.

These days, she has been following me almost every day and urging me to practice, and it is really the emperor who is not in a hurry, and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

You're not afraid of jealousy, I said.

She glared at me, and she had to supervise you if she was jealous.

She has been looking at me with a cold face these days, and the sound of holding things is extremely loud. It seems that I still have a grudge against me, and I want to understand where this resentment originates so that I can prepare for the next time, but so far it has not worked. Women are magical creatures, and the smarter a woman is, the more unpredictable she is.

The cold air has been coming for a week, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also coming. The streets, which were originally less crowded due to the cool autumn, became more and more deserted. I asked Zijun for two days off to visit Taoyao. But the quilt Zijun refused.

"Are you sure you want to take a leave of absence," she put the information on the shelf, looking at me angrily.

"Yes, I want to take a leave of absence," I said.

"What about the indiscriminate martial arts competition?"

"Just two days and back soon. "I thought to myself, what kind of bird race, you didn't let me go.

"Two days? It's only a month before the martial arts competition. Aside from eating, sleeping, and going to class, how much time do you have? ”

"But for only two days, I just wanted to rest. ”

"No," she roared, "can't you listen to me once?!"

I opened my mouth wide, and this woman was angry when she said she was angry, and there was no sign at all. I didn't say anything serious.

She yelled and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the empty playground. It took a few minutes before he turned around. Probably because of his anger, the hair that was originally tied behind his ears was scattered all over his face. He looked very haggard. She had dark circles under her eyes, and although she wore heavy makeup, she could see that the aura in her eyes had dimmed a lot, and she was tired. A tired face. Because of my residence, I rarely contact them except for classes. I don't know what happened to Zijun in the past few days.

"What's wrong?" I asked tremblingly, for fear of making a mistake. I'm not afraid of her, I'm just pitiful for her..... Or love.

"I'm sorry, I've had an accident these days and I'm not in a good mood. She pulled her hair behind her ears.

"What's wrong," I looked at her worriedly

"Another man died"

"Who?"

"Sima Yuye, you should know"

"It's him, he seemed to be a cheerleader at the last martial arts competition. I didn't expect ...... How so..... Have you found out why?"

"If I found out, I wouldn't be so distressed. ”

"There is no resurrection from death"

"It's the fifth now"

"Was it like this before?"

"No, it's been a very bad year. ”

"Something to do with Jie Zi Dan"

"Yes, maybe there is a deeper reason, but I don't know. ”

"It's a massacre, it's just a game. ”

"You know why I didn't let you out."

"No, I have to go"

"Are you stupid! They are assassinations, don't you know that open guns are easy to dodge and hidden arrows are difficult to prevent?"

"I can't get away with them because they're using these filthy tricks. Martial arts tournaments are not submissions, regardless of whether the tournament starts or not. "I always speak of weakness to my friends, but when faced with despicable things, there is always an inexplicable anger that burns suddenly and cannot be suppressed.

"Okay, I'm tired too, I don't want to fight with you, you can go. Every word she said was like a long sigh. It reverberates in the narrow office, covering the office with a curtain.