Autumn is coming.

The hours of light have become shorter, and the autumn wind has come.

On the way up the mountain, the cool, mid-autumn wind came to her face with a light cold, and Leng Yue took a deep breath, as if only in this way could the invisible load on her soul be released.

Suddenly, a large bird screamed and flew quickly over her head. So, a melancholy feeling came over her and aroused her infinite sorrow.

This undisturbed leisure time made Leng Yue think about a lot of things.

She looked at the floating clouds in the sky, thinking about how many clouds came and went, how much they changed...... She looked at her slender shadow again, thinking that life is like a dream, the past is like smoke, the past is irretrievable, and the future is ......

"Hey!"

Just as Leng Yue was thinking wildly, a baritone voice behind her stopped her steps and stopped her thoughts.

Slowly, she turned around and looked up, as if awakened from a dream.

"You...... Are you calling me?"

She looked thoughtfully at the man who had caught up behind her. Her tone became eerie, dreamy.

Yuan Shan was stunned for a moment, and did not answer immediately, but stared at the cold moon that was close at hand.

He felt his body and his heart be swept away by her large, misty eyes.

He closed his eyes behind his sunglasses, calmed his mind, and then looked at her carefully.

Dressed in white, she made Yuanshan discover once again that white is not worthy of everyone.

A beautiful woman who knows how to dress up herself!

He thought to himself: Drift, clean also. Bright, eye-catching, too. He chewed...... He has a new layer of annotation for the word 'beautiful'.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile.

"You just ...... Are you calling me?" Leng Yue asked again as she looked at the distant mountain that was laughing alone.

"Hmm!"

The distant mountains wake up.

"Of course!" he said, "it's just the two of us on the road, and I'm not going to say hello to the air, right?"

Looking at such a warm and hearty distant mountain, Leng Yue's heart was surrounded by warmth.

"I thought ......," she said after a moment of silence, "our fate will always be just passing by." ”

"Oh?" Yuan Shan looked at her, and he felt a faint uneasiness under that slightly hurt expression. "It's hard to say goodbye ......when we meet," he suddenly had a feeling, and a sentence of Li Shangyin's "Untitled" blurted out like this.

Leng Yue quickly glanced at him with a deep face and smiled.

"Are you busy?"

She asked him suddenly.

He sighed and smiled again.

An inexplicable sadness flashed across his face.

"Working with countless meetings, with people, with documents, so to speak, that's — quite — busy. ”

"Oh!"

Leng Yue's eyes stayed on his face for a moment gently.

"Busyness is the best cure for loneliness. She said.

"How do you know I'm lonely?" He looked into the depths of her eyes. "Are you lonely, tell me!" he asked her rhetorically.

Leng Yue glanced back at him quietly, and then slowly walked forward.

"Loneliness is a normal emotion for everyone, it's the same as happiness, and I'm certainly no exception. She pursed the corners of her lips and smiled faintly.

Yuanshan caught up with her, and a smile paused on his lips.

"But you're a writer and a sportsman, and you're a person who doesn't have time to be lonely. ”

"How could it be?" Leng Yue glanced at him and whispered, "Loneliness is like a breeze in the crack of a window, it is easy to get in. Moreover, it is not easy to get out again after getting in. ”

"Then you should close your windows tighter. ”

"No!"

She shook her head, her voice clear, steady and earnest:

"I simply ran out of the window, and the wind was all over me, better than the slightest hint of wind. And, I'm telling you......"

She looked at him and smiled.

"I'm not like other writers, I'm not filled with false fame, I'm not arrogant and conceited, I'm a small and humble person, so loneliness easily finds me. ”

Looking at such a cold moon, listening to her mellow, non-local voice, and emotionally rich words, Yuanshan's heart felt closer to her.

He looked at her deeply, and for a moment, he was speechless...... But suddenly, he felt that the spring of life had come like this, and loneliness was hidden from his heart, and even the cool autumn breeze became warmer.