Song Purwen stood at the school gate and exhaled a white breath, rubbing her cold fingers. This is his first morning jog roll call after joining the Sports Department of the Student Union.
He looked down at the handwriting on a corner of the class roster that was soaked by the rain, and looked up at the crowded campus playground. A gust of autumn wind passed by, rolling up the golden leaves on the ground, and some of them got stuck on his roster.
Classmate, which class are you looking for?
A smiling voice came from behind. When Song Purwen turned around, he saw a girl standing in the morning light. She was wearing a neat school uniform and holding several rosters in her hands.
"I can't find a certain level and a certain class." Song Purwen's voice was lighter than expected, almost blown away by the wind.
The girl took a few steps closer, her temples fluttering in the wind: "What a coincidence, I'm going over now, and I'll take you there." Song Purwen noticed that she was wearing a braided bracelet on her wrist, with a small pig's head hanging underneath.
Heyuan's ponytail swayed slightly with his steps, and a few rosters fell from the stack of rosters in his arms. Song Purwen knelt down and picked it up.
Before I could ask, the campus radio suddenly sounded: "Please come to the roll call of the cadres on the playground, Tuan Heyuan, the chairman of the student union." "
It's her, she is He Yuan, one of the presidium members. Song Powen thought silently in his heart
I'm leaving first. He Yuan hurriedly took away the roster and said: Go along the runway and the fourth square from the end is the class you are looking for.
Song Purwen looked up at the clear blue autumn sky, looking at the direction where He Yuan ran, and a thought crossed his mind that this autumn might be different.
Purpose: commemoration