The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the plane trees that were no longer green and scattered on the ground. The yellow leaves that had fallen had also been swept away early by the school workers.

My sister weighed her hands by her side and sat beside me, her drooping calf swaying gently.

"Ah—" She turned her head to me, her mouth open.

As if feeding, I moved the paper cup with the straw inserted in it, watching her bite the straw, her rosy cheeks bulged slightly, and the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the paper cup was sucked into her small mouth.

The girls are completely different in the dormitory and after they leave the dormitory.

The shattered sunlight swayed gently along with the leaves. There was a gray concrete road in front of me, and there were not many cars, but there would always be one every three or two minutes, no matter if it was an electric car. Well, or a bicycle.

Autumn leaves can't stand much shaking anymore.

A yellow leaf that was not so thorough just fell on my sister's head.

"Oh!" My sister made a slightly surprised voice, and then she turned her eyes up curiously, wanting to see the leaves without taking them down.

"Do you want to roll your eyes to the top of your head?" I looked at her sideways, the corners of my mouth raised slightly, and my smile was very light.

"Eyes roll over your head?"

My sister thought about it very seriously at first, would it look good if the eyes were on the top of her head, and then she probably made up the strange picture in her brain,

"No, no, it's really ugly!" My sister shook her head vigorously, "I just want to see what the leaves on my head look like."

"Can't you just take it off?" I reached out and twisted the leaves off the top of her head, and put it on her jade legs stretched tightly by the jeans.

Sometimes, I also don't understand what her mind is thinking.

"The leaves are turning yellow!" The elder sister held the stalk of the sycamore leaf in front of her and turned it gently, the autumn wind blowing on her face, it was cool and refreshing.

"Of course, it's autumn!" I bit the straw and gently took a sip of the cold porridge in the quilt.

"Is it autumn?" Sister's voice repeated softly, and then she stretched out her hands, leaning back slightly, squinting her eyes, and looking at the tree canopy above her head.

"One autumn, two autumns, three autumns..."

Listening to the voice of my sister beside me whispering softly, I couldn't help but look up, and together with her, looked at the canopy of the plane tree above my head, and hummed softly to the rhythm of her counting the autumn,

"The dandelion beside the fence in the elementary school is a landscape with flavor in my memory..."

"...The promise of growing up together is so clear, I believe that I have ticked the box, saying that we want to travel together is the only wayward you insist on now..."

My sister turned her head to look at me, shook her body gently, raised the corner of her mouth and sang softly with me...

"...Wherever I go, you are very close. Many dreams are waiting to be carried out. The promise of growing up together is so clear that I believe that I have ticked..."

...

...

"This is the first few autumns we've spent together, the eighteenth, or the nineteenth?"

"My birthday is summer, and it's one year old. I'm eighteen. Eighteen is over, and the nineteenth is starting."

Saying that, I couldn't help but sighed and touched my sister's head.

The elder sister squinted her eyes with enjoyment, and the white and tender nose **** slightly, as if carved from white jade, delicate and clear.

"Are you still drinking?" I brought the straw to my sister's lips, and my sister parted her lips at once, biting the straw fiercely, but spit it out again, "I don't want to drink anymore."

I raised my hand and gently touched her belly, "Aren't you going to be hungry?"

"Hee hee, it's itchy!" The elder sister smiled.

If you think about it, you shouldn't be hungry. The most important thing in the girls' dormitory is snacks. Even if they don't come out for a day, they don't have to worry about being hungry.

I rounded the straw that my sister had bitten down again, and then drank it.

The campus is quiet on weekends, and the time here seems to be slowing down. The sun is like a leisurely old man, with his hands behind his back, blamed in the sky, watching all kinds of living beings below, and swaying leisurely. .

The birds on the campus are not afraid of people, probably they are used to the coming and going of humans.

A chubby orange cat rushed out from the side flower bed, and then pounced on the sparrow who was pacing on the sidewalk.

The sparrow flew away in fright, but the orange cat rolled onto the road because of inertia.

An electric car was driving over, and the orange cat that got up from the ground squatted on the ground without fear, licking its paws while watching the approaching electric car.

The electric car went around it, so the orange cat got up with a dull face, and slowly climbed up the sidewalk again.

"Hey, little fat cat!"

I called the orange cat curiously.

The orange cat turned his head to look at me, his erect ears twitched slightly.

My sister was also attracted by my actions, she sat up straight and looked at me curiously,

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"I want to ask it to help me take out the trash!"

"It?" My sister glanced at the orange cat, then couldn't help laughing, "It's so fat!"

"Meow!"

The orange cat jumped over at once, raised its paws and grabbed towards her sister.

"Ah—" My sister thought that the orange cat was going to scratch her, so she kept kicking her feet.

The orange cat was caught off guard and was kicked over.

It slowly got up, shook its head dumbfoundedly, then looked at me as if it was protesting, and meowed twice in dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, she didn't mean it!"

The orange cat squatted on the ground, its pale green vertical pupils stared at me and my sister motionless, the mottled sunlight fell on its body, only when it swayed its eyes, it would shake its beard uncomfortably.

"Help me throw away the trash?" I held up the paper cup left after drinking the porridge in my hand and shook it in front of it. The orange cat ignored me and lowered his head to lick the white hair on his chest.

"Brother, it's just a cat, how can it understand this, if a dog is trained, it may understand."

Hearing that my sister compared it to a dog, the orange cat gave up immediately. It stood up, bowed, and was barked at my sister. Then it ran to me, jumped up and smashed the paper cup in my hand. Knock it off, then kick the paper cup to the trash can beside it like a football.

"Can it really understand?" My sister looked at me in surprise, "Can you become a demon after the founding of the People's Republic?"

"Probably it has a license to become a demon from the relevant department!"

I laughed and rubbed my sister's furry head, and then her jokes started to make fun of me.

My sister understood the sarcasm in my words, she couldn't help but gave me a blank eye, but I didn't pay much attention to it. She reached out to hold her wrist and pulled her up,

"Come on, let's go everywhere together."

My sister jumped on my back in dissatisfaction,

"carried me!"