The male reunion of the president class ended in a burst of laughter, the male classmates drank a lot of wine, and said a lot of meat words, all with the smell of alcohol, and the red light on their faces, carrying the room card in their pockets, and walking to the room that they didn't know who.

Ren Pingsheng was not one of them, he walked out by himself before the party was over, and walked down the embankment of Bailong Lake.

He didn't have anywhere to go, he didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to walk around on his own and avoid some unnecessary trouble.

Since half an hour ago, Ren Pingsheng's mobile phone has been bombarded with a series of text messages, which overwhelmed him.

These text messages were all sent from a woman's mobile phone number, and this woman was, of course, Tian Zhuoyun.

Of course, he will not respond to Tian Zhuoyun's text messages, but this woman seems to have strong tenacity and has no intention of giving up at all.

On such a night, in the suburbs far away from the city, under the background of intimate cooperation during the day, the purpose of Tian Zhuoyun's text message invitation, and what she wanted, can be imagined.

But Ren Pingsheng didn't want to do what Tian Zhuoyun wanted, it wasn't that he hated Tian Zhuoyun as a woman, and he wasn't an ascetic who ate vegetarian food, the reason why he refused Tian Zhuoyun's invitation was mainly because he didn't like to be calculated by women.

Even if there is no Feng Lun's words tonight, Ren Pingsheng will not let Tian Zhuoyun succeed, because he has heard a lot of stories about her in his previous life, to be precise, Tian Zhuoyun is the kind of professional "demolition household" in Feng Lun's mouth, she did tear down the wall of a top business tycoon in China later, broke up his family, and took advantage of this to rise to the top.

Although Ren Pingsheng did not have a family, and he could not talk about being "demolished", it is better to avoid this kind of woman.

.......

Although Bailong Lake is an artificial lake, but the amount of water in the lake is not small at all, the willow trees planted all over the lake dance in the moonlight, the cool lake breeze blows on the face, taking away the irritability and depression on the body, Ren Pingsheng walked in the shadow formed by the willow tree, looking at the water of Bailong Lake is carried by the evening breeze with the slightest water lines, although this lake is not the same, but it reminds him of the familiar city, and the most famous lake in the city.

Ren Pingsheng also remembered the scene when he was walking by the West Lake not long ago, the girl who walked with him at that time, her black and shiny hair, her peach-like delicate skin, the two dimples on her face that laughed, and the memories they used to talk about......

Ren Pingsheng remembered the letter he wrote on the plane, he sent it by courier as soon as he landed, I don't know if she received it, did she read the letter, how would she answer herself?

Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but turn on his phone and dial out the number.

"Hey, hello. ”

The voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle and sweet as ever, with a hint of laziness.

It was already past 10 o'clock, and Chen Jingen, who was in Hanzhou, had finished bathing, changed into cotton pajamas, and lay on his bed, ready to sleep.

The nature of her work means that she spends the day in kindergarten, so getting enough sleep is not only good for her body, but also helps her to keep her energetic at work, so that she can better take care of those children.

Although the call came in at this time was a little abrupt, Chen Jingen still answered this unfamiliar number out of politeness.

"It's me, Pingsheng. ”

A familiar baritro voice sounded, a voice she had known before, and although it had been many years, in the recent reunion, she had once again associated the voice with the boy she had remembered in the past.

It's just that the boy I saw again after four years was much more mature than his peers in terms of temperament and conversation, and there was an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, but his voice was still the same as in the past, strong, steady and powerful.

"Pingsheng, what's wrong with you, it's so late ......"

Although separated by thousands of kilometers of radio waves, Ren Pingsheng could still hear the surprise in the girl's sweet voice, which made him feel a lot more sure in his heart, and the heat on his body subsided a little.

"Did you receive my last letter?"

"Hmm. ”

Chen Jingen pursed her lips and replied softly.

A smile overflowed at the corner of Ren Pingsheng's mouth and asked:

"Do you remember our little game?"

The little game that Ren Pingsheng said was a memory that only belonged to each other.

In that ignorant first love time, in order to alleviate the academic pressure of stepping into the third year of high school, Ren Pingsheng proposed to write letters to each other, and Chen Jingen readily agreed, from then on, until the day before the college entrance examination, the two have never stopped the habit of writing letters to each other, Chen Jingen also prepared a pink envelope as a special prop for the two of them to communicate.

Every night before going to bed, they would write the day's letter, put it in a pink envelope, give it to each other the next morning to read, and then wait for each other's reply the next morning, the pink envelope would be like a dove, shuttling back and forth between their desks, bringing each other's hearts to each other.

They talk about everything in their letters, they talk about literature, they talk about writers, they talk about writing...... They complain about the school and the teachers, about the parents and the family...... They also talk about each other's ideals, about what love looks like in ideals, and express their love for each other......

Although the two of them have always been at the same table, only an arm's length between each other, but through the pink envelope, they can freely pour out their true feelings in the letter, and they can tell the unspeakable secrets in reality in the letter.

Ren Pingsheng's words, as well as this letter after many years, once again evoked Chen Jingen's memories.

She lifted the quilt up slightly, and her eyes couldn't help but turn to the open envelope on the table next to the bed, and the letter with the boy's familiar handwriting was already on the table.

Looking at the letter paper full of memories, Chen Jingen's eyes seemed to appear in front of her eyes again, and the boy with arrogant eyes but full of talent appeared again, and she replied softly:

"Of course I do. ”

Although the girl's voice is soft, Ren Pingsheng listens to it like a heavenly sound, and he has always maintained a plain state of mind

At this moment, there were some fluctuations in front of Chen Jingen, and the changes and wit since the rebirth had been thrown away, and even the rhythm of his speech had become juvenile.

"Did you write back to me?"

Ren Pingsheng himself could hear the slight tremor in his voice, of course, not because of the low temperature by the lake, but because it was difficult for him to suppress his pounding heart.

If Ren Pingsheng knew that Chen Jingen's heartbeat on the other end of the phone was as violent as his, he might want to drill down the radio waves and get to her side, maybe he wouldn't know.

Since receiving this letter that surprised her, these days, Chen Jingen has been thinking about how to reply to Ren Pingsheng's letter, she has typed a draft, but she is still a little dissatisfied with what she wrote, and half of the revised manuscript paper is placed next to the letter.

Chen Jingen tried hard to suppress her breathing, but she couldn't suppress the two pieces of blush flying on her pink little face, she bit her lower lip lightly, and replied in a breathing voice:

"I'm writing. ”

Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wave his fist into the air to vent his smugness, but on the phone, he said gently:

"Okay, I'll wait for you....... of letters. ”

Chen Jingen didn't answer, the two of them seemed to have finished all their thoughts in those few words, and at this time they didn't need to say much on the phone, just listened quietly, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats through the radio waves.

After feeling a long time, Chen Jingen said softly:

"Pingsheng, I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'll sleep first. ”

Ren Pingsheng's voice was surprisingly gentle.

"Well, go to sleep, good night. ”

"Good night. ”

After Chen Jingen hung up the phone, she felt that the heat on both of her cheeks was as hot as fire.

Although she had turned off the lights and closed her eyes, she felt a burst of pink light shining in front of her, and that light made people warm, hot, and full of happy longing.

She has always slept well, but she has insomnia.