Time Will Be Sad

Autumn has just begun, and the biting frost is already like a sharp knife carved on the leaves that are on the verge of extinction. Yes, everything seems to be extremely afraid of this severe cold, but it is still making a death struggle, except for that one touch, which is so dazzling that it has a bloodthirsty red color. "Will she hate me?" The boy was lying on the ground, looking at the maple forest reflected in the sky, smearing the colors of life on this deathly silent gray world. Covering his face with a book is probably the voice changing stage, and he murmurs hoarsely, with a unique low magnetism, but mixed with a sense of powerlessness. Ring, ring, ring... Is the kind of rapid and piercing ringing sound. The book slides down. It is the boy's delicate facial features and a pair of rough brows, or it is the proud work of God. It seems to have no sense of disobedience and adds a bit of clarity. I stood up, picked up my books, and walked slowly to the classroom, not in a hurry, but in some cases even more calmly. After that, the girl timidly walked out from behind the maple forest and looked at the boy's walking figure quietly. She couldn't see his face clearly. She only felt a somewhat cold gaze and a particularly eye-catching Chang Liuhai. In fact, it was really eye-catching. The little slap on her face was half covered by Liu Hai. Quiet, also gone... "Xia Fan, don't you understand? When Yilin died in my arms but was still looking at you, you should have understood that we can't go back to the past, never go back..." Looking at the sound and shadow gradually fading away, the knocked-out hand was still stiff in the air, as if it had been a century, as if the injury had lingering pain...