At that time, the summer sky was clear, and the white clouds were soft, and they were slowly moving in the blue sky.

The little feelings of young men and women are carefully hidden under the sunshine, looking forward to, unconsciously, mature.

I fell in love with Hao Meimei last semester, and Song Yuanchao has been thinking about what kind of way to express his heart to Hao Meimei.

At that time, it was still popular to write love letters, of course, there were also people who played the guitar and shouted loudly in the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, but Song Yuanchao was never so-and-so.

Song Yuanchao belongs to the more introverted type, and his liking is long-lasting.

When I was young, it was always easy to take liking as love, and good feeling as liking, as if I said I love you, and I could really be with this forever.

Love is a very solemn word, easy to say, but not to do.

Anyway, Song Yuanchao couldn't say it, his love book was written on two whole sheets of paper, and the front and back pages added up to a total of four sides, and they were still copied on these two sheets.

The whole article is full of true feelings, but he never mentions a liking, just because Song Yuanchao doesn't dare.

For some people, when they were young, they liked it and were always cautious and wanted to take care of it.

finally caught up with Song Yuanchao, Zheng Tianyou handed the envelope to Song Yuanchao.

"Hey, far exceeded, why did you lose it? I see that you were holding this letter in your hand before you went out, and why did you forget it on the table when you went out. Zheng Tianyou said with a smile.

Song Yuanchao was stunned for a moment and took the letter.

At the same time, Song Yuanchao was still scolding himself in his heart, he dared to forget such an important thing.

"Thank you, God, if this happens, you will be my savior!" Song Yuanchao said embarrassedly, thinking that the situation was urgent, he patted Zheng Tianyou on the shoulder, and ran quickly.

Looking at Song Yuanchao's back, Zheng Tianyou was a little confused.

"What's going on......" Zheng Tianyou said to himself, shaking his head and walking back to the dormitory.

Although Song Yuanchao was still favored by girls in school, he hadn't fallen in love until his sophomore year.

On the one hand, there is always a Song Caicha next to Song Yuanchao, who combines beauty and talent, the key is Song Caicha's character, gentle and gentle, not only for boys to like, but also for girls to lose their temper.

In this way, no girl dares to beat Song Yuanchao's idea, after all, there is a better-looking and gentler Song Caicha around people, how can she fall in love with others?

On the other hand, Song Yuanchao is not a person who likes to socialize, if there is no need, he is rarely seen in class reunions, except for the literary club in the school, because Song Yuanchao loves literature, he will probably appear in the club's activities once a month.

After a long time, a year has passed in college, and there are many people of the opposite sex who know Song Yuanchao, but there are only a few people who Song Yuanchao knows and can name.

Hao Meimei is different, she is more than Song Yuanchao in the same community, with a little goose egg face, a pair of good-looking and charming peach blossom eyes, when she laughs, she is crooked, like a crescent moon, a small nose, plump and full lips, a lively and cheerful personality, and she gets along very well with everyone.

If you want to talk about courtesans, then Hao Meimei deserves to be the courtesan of that year.

So Song Yuanchao and Hao Meimei knew each other and said a few more words.

This is mainly because Hao Meimei is a very active person, she is an activist in the club and the student union on weekdays, and she is also the class president, so she inevitably cares more about her classmates.

I don't know if it's because people are used to being cold, and Song Yuanchao's family is also more introverted and rarely extroverted.

Since he had never been in contact with it, it was rare to come into contact with it once, and Song Yuanchao felt novel.

Over time, Song Yuanchao really had a good impression of Hao Meimei.

Of course, there are very few boys who don't like such girls.

"What do you want to eat?" Hao Meimei was familiar with this restaurant, so when Song Yuanchao offered to eat here, she agreed.

Song Yuanchao deliberately changed into a blue shirt today, although the weather was a little hot, he just rolled up his sleeves slightly and rolled them up to the top of his forearm.

This blue shirt was newly bought by Song Yuanchao, and he tried it in the store for a long time, and before leaving, he wore it in front of the mirror and looked at it many times, and turned around several times before finally buying it.

For today's important meeting, Song Yuanchao asked the clerk to iron this shirt for himself, and hang it in the wardrobe when he bought it, and there should be no other clothes around, so as not to affect the beauty of this shirt.

At that time, Song Yuanchao's myopia was not too deep, but in order to pretend to be deep, Song Yuanchao deliberately wore a pair of western-framed glasses that day, which was not popular at that time, because it was too expensive and ordinary people couldn't afford it.

When relatives came back from abroad, they specially bought a birthday gift for Song Yuanchao, but Song Yuanchao did not have a high degree and did not wear it often.

"I'm free, you can order, since I invited you to dinner, then you can order as you like. Song Yuanchao smiled, then stretched out his hand and stroked the nose pads of his glasses.

At this time, Hao Meimei noticed that Song Yuanchao was different from the past.

"Yo, I didn't notice it just now, you don't seem to be the same today. Hao Meimei smiled.

"Really, what's different?" Song Yuanchao pretended to be surprised and touched his face.

Hao Meimei supported her chin with one hand, looked Song Yuanchao up and down very seriously, and replied for a while: "Well, first of all, you wear glasses, and secondly, you rarely wear blue shirts before, right?"

"And...... This blue shirt looks neatly ironed like new, have you bought new clothes?" Hao Meimei laughed in surprise as if she had suddenly discovered something.

After all, Song Yuanchao is not a person who likes to dress up on weekdays, and the styles of clothes come and go, so it is indeed rare for him to buy new clothes, or blue shirts, and it is common sense for Hao Meimei to be surprised.

Song Yuanchao nodded embarrassedly and said, "I just bought it yesterday, and I don't know if it's good or not." ”

"It's pretty good, I think. Hao Meimei raised her lips and said with a smile, her eyes curved into a crescent moon again.

It's not that it's rare to have eyes that bend into a crescent moon when you laugh, it's just that at this moment, Song Yuanchao only has this pair of eyes in his eyes, and Song Yuanchao has no time to take care of other moons.

Hearing Hao Meimei praise her new clothes, Song Yuanchao secretly rejoiced in his heart, guessing that maybe his love letter would be accepted gladly.

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