The green persimmons are still astringent in the rainy September, but the ginkgo trees have turned yellow in late autumn. Xia Yun dragged a broken suitcase and crashed into the No. 1 Middle School, and also crashed into Jiang Yan's "zero degree" life - a poor student whose unit pages were torn off by life, a perfect teenager who folded his emotions at 90 degrees, and was forced to share a desk, a leaf vein, and a late autumn.
They started with misunderstandings and frictions: tilted umbrella corners, formula notes, locked doors and escapes. Every 90° approach was accompanied by 90° stings - historical photos, Internet violence, ALS, breakups, making the leaves almost fall.
But late autumn is destined to be short-lived and destined to return to its branches: Under the ginkgo wall on New Year's Eve, Jiang Yan pinned the only curled leaf back to Xia Yun's chest - "The veins of the leaves are continuous, and they will not fall in late autumn." (He) Article
The leaves return to the branches, late autumn belongs to you, and the rest of my life belongs to me.
Intent: At the moment when late autumn is about to fall, some people use the veins of leaves as blades to split the zero-degree darkness and let the inclined goodwill take root - it turns out that before the world collapses, love can return to its branches first.