Autumn Evening Narration of Knowledge

The evening breeze of early autumn passed through the window of the senior high school classroom, and the noise filled the entire evening self-study. Long Zhiyu just asked his deskmate for advice in a low voice, but was severely reprimanded by class monitor Wen Xubai in public. In the suddenly quiet classroom, countless eyes fell on her, grievances came overwhelmingly, and tears fell uncontrollably on the test paper. The hustle and bustle subsided into deathly silence, and the cool autumn breeze blew past the red corners of my eyes. Wen Xubai, who had a stern face on the podium, looked at the girl who was trembling slightly with her head lowered and weeping silently, and her furrowed brows quietly loosened. A misunderstanding in a self-study class on an autumn night opened the prelude to the sour and hazy youth of a boy and a girl.