The Autumn Wind Is Full of Troubles

In September, the sycamore leaves fell on the basketball court of Mingde Middle School. Wen Anxuan paused for a moment while holding the charcoal pencil. As soon as the silhouette of the young boy shooting was outlined on the drawing paper, she made a sharp black mark. She was the quietest girl in the art class, but she fell in love with Wei Qinglei from the science class - he was a well-known top student in the school, a man of the hour on the basketball court, and he was always surrounded by girls. However, her love was just a humble thought hidden in the drawing paper that no one knew about. After all, I still couldn't hide this worry. Wen Anxuan plucked up the courage and handed him the sketchbook filled with his drawings after evening self-study. Her fingertips were trembling: "Wei Qinglei, I have liked you for a long time." But what greeted her was not the expected silence, but his sarcastic smile. He took the sketchbook, flipped through a few pages, and threw it on the ground. His voice was full of impatience: "Wen Anxuan, you don't even know what you look like, do you deserve to like me? These paintings are disgusting to look at." The classmates passing by laughed loudly. Wen Anxuan's face turned red instantly, and her hands were shaking when she knelt down to pick up the sketchbook. Wei Qinglei didn't give up yet. He glanced at her red eyes, deliberately moved closer, and said to the brother beside him: "Look at her, like a follower, hiding in the corner and drawing me every day. It's really annoying." Those words pierced Wen Anxuan's heart like a needle. She clutched the crumpled drawing paper, turned and ran away, her tears hitting the sycamore leaves, blurring out the ink traces. But she didn't know that this slander was just the beginning. In the days that followed, whenever Wei Qinglei met her, he would always tease her in a joking tone, and even spread rumors of her "stalker" in front of his classmates. She was isolated from the girls, her painting supplies were hidden, and her textbooks were filled with unpleasant words. The initiator of all this was Wei Qinglei. He looked at her embarrassment when being made things difficult for her, and there was no wavering in his eyes, as if the dazzling young man on the basketball court and the mean person in front of him were never the same. Wen Anxuan's senior year in high school was enveloped in such malice and became dark and depressing. She put away all her paintbrushes and no longer dared to look in the direction of the basketball court. She even took the initiative to apply for a class transfer just to avoid him. Until the day of graduation, she packed up her schoolbag and left school. When passing by the basketball court, she saw Wei Qinglei laughing and playing with his friends. The sun fell on him, still dazzling, but it could no longer shine into her heart. Many years later, Wen Anxuan, now a well-known illustrator, met Wei Qinglei again at an industry exchange meeting. He was wearing a suit and leather tie, and took the initiative to say hello, with a familiar tone: "Wen Anxuan, long time no see." She just nodded lightly, turned and left, not seeing his hesitant look, and not wanting to know. The autumn wind blew past the floor-to-ceiling windows of the venue, and rolled up the picture album on the table. There was a piece of yellowed sketch paper inside, which was drawn by seventeen-year-old Wei Qinglei. Only the corners of the drawing paper had been painted beyond recognition by her black pen. The slander and embarrassment of that year is like a scar engraved in the bottom of my heart. Even if time passes, it will never be erased. There had been a grand heartbeat in her youth, but his indifference and slander turned it into an eternal night of rain, and that rain drenched her entire youth. Concept: The worries of a young man are no match for reality, and the missed love of youth will never be fulfilled.