Zheng Xiaowen heard the doorbell ring in the courtyard, and she knew that it was so early, it must be Yang Yilin who came to deliver the letter again. She said to herself, "What's the matter?" He didn't taste the real meaning of my reply? My reply was just a buffer, why did he come again?

Yang Yilin sent a letter to Zheng Xiaowen, he felt that it was a natural thing, he went to Zheng's house and saw Zheng's mother, said hello and talked, and handed the letter to Zheng's mother.

When Zheng's mother saw Yang Yilin, she always couldn't deal with anything, so she took the letter casually, and always responded with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll ask someone to send the letter to Nini." ”

Zheng Xiaowen saw the fourth letter sent by Yang Yilin that her mother handed her, she held the letter and frowned and said to herself: "Don't let the letter, don't let the letter, this is here again, annoying! annoying!"

Zheng's mother looked at her daughter, puzzled, shook her head and didn't speak, and walked out of the door of the west wing.

Zheng Xiaowen opened the fourth letter sent by Yang Yilin early this morning, and she saw that it was still written in English: Do you love me?

Zheng Xiaowen has been opening the letter since she first got this letter, and she is still annoyed in her heart, annoying that Yang Yilin shouldn't write to her again!

At this time, she saw this question written by Yang Yilin, whether it was English or Chinese, as soon as it entered her eyes, the meaning of the word had already touched the immature love in her heart. The tears in her eyes, she couldn't hold back if she wanted to, and they gushed out in an uproar!

At this moment, Zheng Xiaowen's love hidden deep in her heart also stirred up her resentment against the age difference, as well as her unyielding spirit, and kept pouring out!

Zheng Xiaowen had the annoyance in her heart just now, how could she still manage it?

At this moment, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, and there was no one to talk to in front of her, her love, her resentment, her unwillingness to submit, and her anger all turned into tears, surging outward in her heart, outward in her eyes, pouring down on her face, and forming a waterfall of tears on the ground......

She is really a sentimental girl, but she is so unwilling, so unpleasant and unsatisfactory in this private matter and her own lifelong event, Yang Yilin's words and deeds are invisible, and they have been putting pressure on her, so that she can't help but worry, and she can't be easy!

Zheng Xiaowen's heart is too heavy, and this heart has been backlogged for too long, even if her tears and waterfalls merge into the sea, this time will not be able to pour out the depression in her heart. She was afraid that her mother would hear it, and she couldn't cry out loud, so she kept suppressing it and choking all the time.

With the tears and choking at this moment, how can she stretch and stack on the bottom of Zheng Xiaowen's heart, stacked for seven months, like an emotional fold that has accumulated for 10,000 years? Besides, at this moment, she can't cry loudly, she can't shout loudly, she is depressed!

Zheng Xiaowen couldn't help it, so she muttered to herself: "Zheng Xiaowen, you have deceived yourself for so long, you should boldly admit it today! This piece of paper is right in front of your eyes, write it on the letterhead, and you will write that you love him!"

Zheng Xiaowen immediately felt that this was wrong: "No, no, you can't write, but you really can't write!"

I can't cry this way, I can't write it on the letter, I feel depressed like this, what can I do?!

Zheng Xiaowen was in a hurry, got up and went to the outhouse to get the guitar, she wanted to use her singing voice to confide in her heart and her current worries.

Zheng Xiaowen unconsciously, she played the guitar, thinking about the words in Yang Yilin's letter, and made up the lyrics by herself. She played, knitted, and sang. She has already composed and sung the lyrics, she doesn't feel it at all, she still keeps playing hers, making up hers, and singing her songs:

He sent me letters one after another, which stirred up my heart.

His words weigh a thousand pounds, and his few words weigh people's hearts.

I had his letter before me, and I saw the handwriting as if I were a man who saw him.

Suddenly, I heard him ask in my ear, asking me if I was in love with him.

I can't say enough about the love in my heart, but I can't say half of it.

Seeing the tears on his letter paper, I picked up the pen and wanted to show my sincerity.

A love word is hard to find, how can I easily throw lips.

If you don't regain your faith, how can you bear it, it's hard to say a simple word.

Thinking about it left and right, how do I hear back to him?

Ah! Yes! Yes!

Guan Bao's affection shows future generations that sincere and friendly love is also true!(1)

(1) Guan Bao: Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya, famous ministers of Qi in the Spring and Autumn Period, the two have a deep friendship.

Zheng Xiaowen is now composing and singing, and the singing is finished. In addition to the last two sentences, she also clearly remembered what she sang before, whether it was a play or a song, and she didn't remember it in her heart. Because those words didn't matter, she had forgotten them all, and she didn't know them at all.

In Zheng Xiaowen's thoughts, she only paid attention to the content of Yang Yilin's letter, and only paid attention to the plot of her correspondence with Yang Yilin. After the plot was sung, the last two sentences were the answers she sang this time to reply, and she remembered the last two sentences!

Zheng Xiaowen put the guitar back in its place, wiped the tears on her face with a towel, and then sat down to write a reply to Yang Yilin, this time, she still wrote an anagram:

1. (anagram)

Halfway through the walk is very desolate, and the head hangs down and weeps three hundred lines,

Meditation for six days went without a trace, and called for a longer time.

2. (anagram)

The person next to you is me, and the person next to me is you,

You and I stand side by side, and the heavens and the earth are inseparable.

3. (two-word puzzle)

The Milky Way leak is not water, and there is no end of the world.

After Zheng Xiaowen finished writing and looking at these three anagrams, she couldn't help but sigh to herself, and said in her heart: There is no way, it can only be like this!Ah, it's so difficult......

Zheng Xiaowen suddenly felt that he was thinking wrong, so he reprimanded himself:

"What is the sigh? What is the way? What can only be like this? What is so difficult? Isn't it good to do this now? Do you think, once this letter is gone, the matter of the seedlings will be cleared! Only innocence remains! This is what you want, what a good thing!

"You Zheng Xiaowen should cheer now, you should celebrate, you should cheer and celebrate:

There is no longer a difference in age, and the mood is super good and worry-free!

From now on, I will no longer lock the embroidery building, and I will sing lively!

Hehe! Today's letter, that old Yang took it back and looked at it, all my sorrows and worries dissipated! After that, there was only one left: I laugh every day, hahahaha! I sing every day, hehehehe! I am easy and worry-free! I am hee-hee-hee-hee and sorrowful!"

After Zheng Xiaowen finished telling the truth and playing in her heart, she grinned, got up and jumped in the house a few times. She raised her hands and shouted with a smile: "As soon as he sees this letter, I should be out of the customs immediately!

Zheng Xiaowen's unique way of driving away boredom is really effective, and this time, she let herself sit down and work with ease again with her body and mind......