The cool breeze blew, the shadows of the trees swayed, dots of light loomed on the ground, and the fallen leaves flying like butterflies fell in front of a pair of sneakers.
Falling leaves, is it the pursuit of the wind or the reluctance of the tree?
"But I still prefer the short girl with short legs!"
"Hey, who do you think is short and who has short legs?"
"I'm not talking about you, why are you nervous?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Your legs are so long!"
"Then go and find the short guy with short legs that you like!"
He smiled and gently stroked her short hair with his hand. But she turned her head and shook off his hand. He still smiled and looked at her helplessly again...