In the east wing of the Zheng family, a family of three finished dinner, Zheng's father and Zheng's mother put down the dishes and chopsticks, and they didn't mean to stand up.

Zheng Xiaowen looked at the eyes of her father and mother, and immediately contacted Yang Yilin's illness, and she knew that there would be no good words to listen to. At this moment, she felt that she was alone, as if she had really made a big mistake and should be criticized, so she could only persuade herself to be very energetic and ready to be 'interrogated' by her parents.

Father Zheng opened his mouth first and said, "Nini, last Saturday, Yilin was in good health when he came to our house, why did he become sick like that when he went back?

The daughter said cautiously: "How did his surname Yang become like that, and he didn't tell me, how could I know?"

Mom also became stern: "You don't know? You wrote back to Yilin and wrote something unpleasant, right?"

"Surely it must be!" said Daddy, still with an angry look, "How can a young man be sick with a cold and fever like that? Will his eyelids be swollen?

Zheng Xiaowen was afraid that her father and mother would be awkward and angry all the time, so she deliberately shrugged her shoulders, pouted her lips, twisted her head, rolled her eyelids, and said: "Hey? It's strange, it's a rare thing to meet today! An outsider is sick, but complains about his daughter, isn't this an elbow turned outward? It's rare! I haven't seen it!"

After Zheng Xiaowen finished speaking, his two big clear eyes flickered to look at his father, and then at his mother. Don't look at her pretending to look like her, in fact, she feels more uncomfortable than anyone else, and her heart aches more than anyone else!

Or the mother knows her daughter, she has seen her daughter's facial expressions, she no longer has an angry face, smiled and said: "Nini, there are no outsiders in this house, tell me what is written in your letter to Yilin?" ”

Zheng Xiaowen said with a little bit of energy: "Oh, you don't know, the letter that Yang Yilin sent me is not a letter, on a large piece of paper, he wrote a few words, what else will I write for him? This time, I wrote a little more words, I quarreled with him, you know? That's all!"

When Dad heard this, he was angry, so he persuaded him: "Nini, if you really don't want to talk to him about friends, forget it, it's not over if you refuse him, what are you arguing about, such a good child, it's really strange and pitiful to look at." ”

Zheng Xiaowen said intentionally or unintentionally: "Originally, there was nothing, it was the two of you, every day this one said one word, that one said one sentence and that one said another sentence Yang Yilin, let me be pulled along." As for him, Yang Yilin, he runs to this house almost every day, and he also pulls me in, who can stop him!

"Let's set up a phone, it can be regarded as Yang Yilin'an, he almost calls our house every day! He still takes the trouble to get fish from this house every week, he has been getting fish from home for half a year, you say, I refuse his strength, can I overwhelm his stubbornness?

"Just now I said that I was arguing with him, and whoever quarreled with him, I wrote to let him work hard, saying that he was still young and should not think about anything else, and should devote himself to his career. What's wrong? Am I not right?

"Besides, he kept sending letters to our house, and I shouldn't have replied to him, and I, like you, also looked at him pitifully, so I wrote a few words of persuasion. You all know about this letter, it's none of my business if he's sick! ”

After Zheng Xiaowen finished speaking, she looked at her father and mother with her two big eyes, blinked twice, and turned around and went out.

As soon as my daughter went out, Zheng's father and Zheng's mother, you look at me again, I look at you, there is no recruitment, and I didn't even say anything for a while.

After a while, Father Zheng spoke first: "Nini's mother, let's not worry about this matter anymore." I don't think we can make a name for it, so let them go with the flow and follow the fate. ”

Zheng's mother took over and said, "You are not at home from work all day, and you don't know the ins and outs of these things." I know a little bit, I can't help it, where will you have a good way! It's what you said, you can't control it, let's just let it be!"

"There's no other way, that's it, alas!" Dad Zheng said and sighed.

As soon as Zheng Xiaowen returned to the West Wing, her mood became heavy. She picked up Yang Yilin's letter today and read it again and again, she couldn't control her feelings, and she was already in tears!

Zheng Xiaowen sighed with tears and muttered to himself: "Yilin, people are not earth and stone, you love me, you are good to me, I know everything! You know, I love you too! I love you more than all the girls in this world! Why don't I want to be in harmony with you and spend a hundred years of life together? But we can't!

"Yilin, you should also understand, you should think about it, the difference between us is not a small number, it is seven years and eight years! What a big gap! How can you let me cross this wide and deep ravine between us? How can you let me jump?

Zheng Xiaowen couldn't control herself anymore, she fell on the desk, and cried with her throat in grief.

Zheng Xiaowen cried and cried, and suddenly, she immediately picked up the pen and wrote on the letterhead:

There is a sound of emptiness in the heart, and the sky does not pity the people of the city!

Acquaintance casts eternal hatred, and the end of the world wants to break the soul!

In the four sentences written by Zheng Xiaowen, although there is not a single word of love, she has already expressed the love, suffering, sorrow, thoughts, feelings, hatred, and pain in her heart vividly.

Zheng Xiaowen: What does she hate, what does she worry about, what blocks her path of love, and what will she do in the future? Then she wrote at the bottom of the letter:

Don't complain about heaven and earth, don't complain about people, only hate being born eight years early!

In this life, we will make friends with Jinlan, and in the next life, we will repay the king's heart!

After Zheng Xiaowen finished writing these four sentences, she put the letter paper in the envelope, sealed it and put it aside, put her elbows on the table, supported her chin with both hands, and let the continuous teardrops, poof, poof, drip downward, dripping ......

Zheng Xiaowen was in tears, she was still thinking about it in her heart, thinking, suddenly, she opened the drawer, took out the diary, took the pen, and wrote on the diary again:

"This Love"

There is a kind of germinated love, especially not to release, in fact, it cannot be released, to be more specific, it cannot be released! Therefore, it can only be the kind that is forever closed in the heart.

Although this kind of love has never been engraved, it has been remembered in an inconspicuous corner, and it can never be forgotten in this life.

Although the branches and leaves of this love seem to have been in the same shape as they were when they first germinated, they do not grow significantly. However, the root of its love has been growing and growing in the primeval soil. That root grows too deep, too deep, to pull it out, I'm afraid I won't be able to pull it out in my life!

Zheng Xiaowen wrote these paragraphs of words that welled up in her heart, she put down her pen and went to the outhouse to wash her face, returned to the inner room to sit down and meditate, and worked seriously.