The osmanthus flowers in August are fragrant all over the city.

It rained all night in the yard, and the yellow flowers on the ground covered the cars parked under the trees.

Like who used this car as a float to greet the bride last night.

Of course, August like this is also the best time to kill......

Duan Hongyu approached and looked at a text typed on his computer screen at the end of the day, "If you really can't write, don't force yourself, you've been sitting in front of the computer for hours." ”

He reached out and took the mouse from his hand and clicked to close the page, saving the manuscript, "Let's go eat something first, Jin Yong's "The Condor Heroes" has been written for three years. ”

He comforted him.

The two walked together in the living room outside, and the maid put the prepared food on the dining table, but at the end of the day, he was already squatting on the carpet at the coffee table, and Duan Hongyu had to bring it to him again.

"Listen to your brother, your grades have dropped a lot lately. Duan Hongyu sat down next to him, and the servant brought two glasses of water to the two, "Now you have been affected by your characters." ”

He's been very gloomy lately.

At the end of the moment, he chewed his food mechanically, leaned back, leaned back on the couch, and stared at the white ceiling with his chin held high, "Maybe." ”

"Qi Zhi said that I hope I can give the emotional line of the male and female protagonists more obvious. He sat up straight, and seemed to have regained some vitality, but the next second he was hanging down, you want to think of a way for me. He looked at Duan Hongyu, and his tone seemed to be a little coquettish.

Duan Hongyu raised his head and raised his hands to support his cheeks, "But I found that I really don't know how to write about feelings." ”

He has never been in a relationship, and he doesn't know what it's like to like someone.

"Teacher Duan, you can think of a way for me. He said to Duan Hongyu, his tone was full of coquettishness.

"Brother Yu!"

"Brother Hongyu?"

Duan Hongyu only felt like he was choking on something in his throat, he couldn't get up or down, he raised his hand and pushed his glasses up, "Ahem." You do it first. ”

At the end of the day, he suddenly sat upright like a good baby, and his hands were folded on the coffee table, and he really looked like a good student.

Duan Hongyu covered his lips to wipe away his smile and put on a serious face, "Feelings, you can write more details about the male protagonist and the female protagonist." ”

"I don't understand. Shi Mo shook his head.

In fact, Duan Hongyu himself doesn't know what it's like to like someone, or he hasn't thought about it at all, at present, the family has arranged a fiancée for him, and his future is expected to get married and form a family after graduation, maybe they will cultivate love, maybe they won't have it for a lifetime......

"Have you heard the story of Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin's father?" he looked at Shi Mo and said it after hesitation.

At the end of the day, he still shook his head, he only knew that Xu Zhimo was a man as romantic and gentle as Kangqiao Roubo.

Perhaps we can learn from the fact that Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin's father once exchanged letters as men and women, and they were like a pair of lovers who missed each other deeply across the ocean. Duan Hongyu pursed his lips, "Maybe we can give it a try." ”

He didn't dare to disobey his family, he didn't dare to go against ethics, and he didn't dare to face himself.

At the end of the day, he's cowardly.

"Yes. "At the end of the day, there was an attitude of indifference.

It's just that Duan Hongyu's brows are frowning, but the corners of his mouth are smiling.

"Well, I'll tell your brother to change your tutor. ”

"Why?"

"If we don't separate, I don't think you'll be able to really understand it. ”

……

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

Weather: Sunny

Mawson, the autumn tiger in Wutong City was only late, but it still came, swift and enthusiastic, like my love for you, surging and surging.

I'm very happy to hear Qi Zhi say that you have already written more than half of your book, but I still hope that you can pay more attention to your studies.

Right now I'm sitting in the library at school writing to you, and I can see the sun shining in your sycamore leaves out the window, and I wish I could show you this beautiful scene, and I wish you could write it into your book, it must be beautiful.

It seems like we haven't seen each other for almost two months, and it's been more than sixty days since we started.

I miss you so much, Mawson.

Leave a pen: K

……

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

Weather: Cloudy

Mawson, the letter is slow, but I'm waiting.

It's going to snow in Wutong City, you pay more attention to your body and wear more clothes.

Leave a pen: K

……

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year

Weather: Snowy

Mawson, it snowed in the city of Sycamore.

Mawson, I miss you so much, I would love to see you.

Leave a pen: K

……

It wasn't until the end of the year that "Hidden Killing Machine" was written, and it was the end of the summer of the following year, as Duan Hongyu expected, Mo Sen's book became popular, and he was admitted to the university at the end of the year.

It's just that this letter contact mode between them is over, and the last letter is a long time, and it can be regarded as a pause, which was written by Duan Hongyu when he got married.

[In this game, I seem to be a little too deep into the play.]

Mawson, you must promise me that in the future you must marry the person you like. 】

Fang Cheng took out the letters from the box one by one, and at the end of the day, he looked at the old envelopes in front of him, his eyes paused for a second, and after a second of tears, his eyes were red, he thought that these letters must have been destroyed after being taken away by his brother.

"Your things, Mr. Shi has always kept for you. Fang Cheng said, "Mr. Shi said, no matter what, he is something you left in your life." ”

"So, you said that you got along with Duan Hongyu in order to write your book well?

"Perhaps, maybe I liked it in my reply to him. He said it very bluntly, and many people may not be able to understand his relationship with Duan Hongyu, but he feels that they are just a very simple friendship.

"So I don't think that's the reason why he would kill someone and it had something to do with me. The flash flashed before his eyes, and his mind was of Mrs. Shi throwing the letter in the iron box in front of him.

Mrs. Shi is still so serious, sometimes even Hibiscus is so frightened that she hides behind Shi Nian.

"Mom, he's still young at the end of the day, and he may encounter some wrong choices......

"At that time. Mrs. Shi scolded Shi Nian, looked at Fang Cheng and said, "Take the young master upstairs to rest." ”

"Fang Cheng. ”

When Fang Cheng heard this, he was in a dilemma.

"Mom, he's in charge of me at the end of the day, and it's my responsibility for this kind of thing to happen. He raised his hand to hold Mrs. Shi's hand, "I will take care of this matter, and then I will send Shi Mo abroad, and it will definitely not affect the reputation of the Shi family." ”