A dead leaf whirled and fell to the ground, and the soft sound at the moment of landing was like an inaudible sigh. The brown-red color on the branches and leaves seems to have been washed for a year, and the crisscrossing mottled patches on the leaves seem to have faded.
There are also green leaves on the branches of the Qiu branches, hanging quietly on the treetops, waiting for the arrival of autumn.
Shen Nanyin looked at the dancing shadows of the trees outside the window and the mottled branches and leaves. The words spoken by the teacher on the stage could not reach her ears. I looked out the window just to see through the vertical branches and leaves, the dense shadows, and through the glass windows, I saw Teacher Xu who was grading the test papers in the office with his head down.
She could only see his profile, that delicate and angular face, with his lowered eyelashes gently resting on his skin, looking so quiet and beautiful.
Every time she saw him, whether it was his back, profile or outline, she could remember what he said to her with a slightly raised corner of his lips. The voice was calm, but there was a hint of smile at the end. She was instantly defeated and completely surrendered.
Even she herself didn't know why she fell in love with someone who was more than ten years older than herself, and that person happened to be her teacher.