"You, your word...... I mean, it's a little familiar. Qian Erkang said with a smile, but he didn't dare to open the envelope.

Because Qian Erkang vaguely felt as if something was going to happen.

Originally, Jiang Xin was also as timid as a mouse, but I don't know why, seeing Qian Erkang grinding and chirping like this, Jiang Xin suddenly became bolder.

Jiang Xin snatched the envelope from Qian Erkang's hand and opened it very violently.

"Well, since you don't dare to take it apart, I'll read it to you myself. Jiang Xin gritted her teeth, picked up her love letter and began to read.

In fact, Jiang Xin didn't need to read the letter at all, because this seemed to be a short more than 1,000 words, Jiang Xin wrote it for a whole day, and she was already familiar with it.

So Jiang Xin looked at the love letter he wrote, and in fact, many words were improvized.

After listening to Jiang Xin's true confession from the depths of his heart, Qian Erkang was stunned.

This is Jiang Xin's first confession, and it is also Qian Erkang's first confession.

The silence existed for about ten minutes, Jiang Xin really couldn't help it, and asked: "Qian Erkang, we have known each other for several years, don't grind, okay." ”

In fact, during the ten minutes of silence, Jiang Xin was so nervous that his brain was blank, and Qian Erkang was at a loss for what to do.

"I ...... I don't know what to say......" Qian Erkang scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, thought for a while, and said, "Actually, I have a girl I like in my heart, and she is ......"

"Senior Sister Song Xiangran, I know. Jiang Xin said.

Qian Erkang was very surprised, he had never told anyone about this, and he didn't remember any special actions towards Song Xiangran......

"Don't be surprised, I've known you for so long, I know everything you have in your eyes, and I know what you're thinking. Jiang Xin smiled.

"Remember the last time, you went to dinner with me and Senior Sister Xiangran? ”

"And I know that every article and every work of Song Xiangran, all the works she has published, you have not left any behind. ”

Qian Erkang was a little embarrassed by Jiang Xin's words, and the roots of his ears quietly turned red.

"But, Qian Erkang, can you tell clearly, what kind of liking you like Song Xiangran?"

"Is it the kind of liking between men and women? Or is it because she's the kind of writer you like, and the kind of liking that helped you and admired you in times of your trouble?"

"Have you ever figured it out?" Jiang Xin said, sighing helplessly.

Qian Erkang really didn't think about these questions seriously.

Because Qian Erkang's hobby is reading books and writing articles, his contact with Song Xiangran is often limited to reading her works, rather than having any contact with her personally.

As soon as Jiang Xin said this today, Qian Erkang began to recall his feelings for Song Xiangran.

Qian Erkang will always remember that when he first met Song Xiangran, he had blown-out skin, his complexion was also very ruddy, and he was wearing a simple and clean white shirt and blue jeans......

From time to time, there was a majestic wind blowing on the street, blowing Song Xiangran's hair.

It was after knowing Song Xiangran, with Song Xiangran's encouragement, that Qian Erkang really began to devote himself to literary creation.

More than a year has passed, and in this passion for literary creation, Qian Erkang has lived a very fulfilling and happy life.

But Qian Erkang once thought that this kind of fulfillment and happiness stemmed from his liking for Song Xiangran.

If you like someone, you will feel happy. Qian Erkang once read it in Song Xiangran's book, although Qian Erkang later knew that it was Song Xiangran's feelings.

As soon as Jiang Xin said this today, Qian Erkang began to think about this problem seriously.

Perhaps, it was really him who was wrong and mistakenly thought that it was a love between men and women.

"If you still don't know, let me ask you, you will think of Senior Sister Song Xiangran from time to time, right?" Jiang Xin saw that Qian Erkang was silent, and then asked.

Qian Erkang nodded and said, "I will think of the words she wrote, and I feel spiritual resonance and happiness." ”

"Before I go to bed at night, I will read Song Xiangran's article......"

"Okay, then let me ask you, if Song Xiangran was a man, would you still do this?"

Qian Erkang was stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be no difference, he still seemed to read Song Xiangran's articles every day, and the words written by Song Xiangran would still float in Qian Erkang's head.

"Will ......" Qian Erkang nodded and said, "Xiaoxin, I know what you mean, you let me go back and think about it, is it okay?"

Jiang Xin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then...... When you've figured it out, come to me. ”

"Okay, I think there's a bit of a lot of information to receive today, and I need time to think about it. Qian Erkang smiled apologetically and said.

"Then, I'll go first, this, do you still want it, if you don't, I'll take it away?" Jiang Xin hesitated, held up the love letter, and shook it.

Qian Erkang hurriedly nodded and said, "Of course, after all, it's your heart, I haven't seen it well, so it can be regarded as respect for you." ”

"Okay, wait for your answer. Jiang Xin smiled, then turned around and left.

Qian Erkang held the letter paper in his hand, looking at Jiang Xin's distant back, the snow was falling, the snow was white, Jiang Xin was wearing an off-white down jacket, and it seemed that he wanted to blend in with this snow scene.

Jiang Xin waited for this answer for nearly a month, and Qian Erkang also thought about it for nearly a month.

Just when Jiang Xin called to complain to Luo Manlin, saying that he was really out of play, Qian Erkang came to him.

"Xiao Xin, your friend is waiting for you downstairs. Jiang Xin's roommate suddenly ran in from the balcony and patted Jiang Xin on the shoulder, "He has been calling your name downstairs for a long time." ”

Jiang Xin was stunned for a moment and said, "How long has it been shouting?"

Luo Manlin, who was on the phone, heard Jiang Xin's situation on the other end of the phone very clearly, and scolded in a hurry: "How long have you been in charge of people's homes, isn't this the person you have been thinking about finally coming to you, what kind of call are you still making here, get out of here!"

Luo Manlin's voice is not as penetrating, even through the phone, the person next to her can hear it.

"Then, I won't tell you, I'll go down first. Jiang Xin finally reacted, hung up the phone in a hurry, approved a thin coat, wore cotton slippers, and ran downstairs.

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