Wang Jiahui's home is in a large courtyard in Yanjing City, when she returned to the courtyard with peony flowers and a stack of books, her brother Wang Jiacong happened to come over, "Jiahui, what is this? Did you just buy a flower? And such a thick book? Huh? "Guandi Temple"? Aha, I was also trying to buy one, the newspapers have blown this Guan Zichuan boundless, and the thirteen-year-old can write such a thick book? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

Wang Jiahui's body flashed, dodging her brother's outstretched palm, "This is a gift from my friend, I can't show it to you!"

Wang Jiacong said strangely: "Can't you read what your classmates sent?" You stinky girl, I let you read all the books that my classmates gave me, and now you tell me this?"

Wang Jiahui twisted her body and said, "I just won't let you see it!"

She quickly ran back to her room, put the book on her bedside, her fingers gently stroked the slightly rough cover of the book, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Guan Zichuan, what my brother said just now, he also gave me a set of books and a pot of flowers, we have long been good friends!"

This little secret of her own made her heart happy, and it turned out that keeping a secret was such a happy thing.

She moved the peony flower to the yard, changed several places and was not satisfied, and finally found a tattered table and put the flower pot on the table, which was considered satisfied.

"Guan Xiaojun, Guan Zichuan, are you really only thirteen years old, why do I always think that you are very old?"

Guan Xiaojun is like a light to Wang Jiahui, letting her know that her pen pal, a teenager from the countryside, is so good that if it weren't for looking at the book in her hand and the flowers in front of her, she still can't believe what she encountered today.

In this era, poets and writers are the objects of almost all young girls' hearts, and these two professions are representatives of romance and erudition, and are symbols of culture and freedom.

In this last golden age of poetry, to be able to become friends with a young genius writer, Wang Jiahui was excited to have a smile on the corner of her mouth during dinner.

At the same moment, at Zhang Chaoyang's house, Guan Yang looked at Guan Xiaojun fiercely, "What are you doing today? You actually broke away from the big team without permission, do you still have organizational discipline? Don't you explain honestly!"

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Guan Xiaojun's cheeks, and pulled Guan Xiaojun's face into a strange shape, "It's better to recruit it truthfully!"

Zhang Xiaowan next to him was also very curious, and looked at Guan Xiaojun with round eyes, revealing an inquiring look.

"Today I just met a former pen pal, a pretty nice girl. ”

Guan Xiaojun broke free from Guan Yang's clutches and smiled at everyone: "I'll take you to meet you tomorrow, and you should become good friends." ”

Guan Yang asked, "Female pen pal, is it Wang Jiahui that you have been in contact with before?"

Guan Xiaojun made pen pals, Guan Yang knew about it, and even Wang Jiahui's name was very familiar, after all, they were sisters and brothers, and some things were not hidden.

"It's Wang Jiahui, I've been in touch for so long, and I have to see you when I come to Beijing this time. ”

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "After all, I don't have an old friend for many years." ”

Guan Yang was curious: "Are you beautiful?"

Zhang Xiaowan next to him suddenly became nervous, and his ears pricked up, wanting to hear what Guan Xiaojun had to say.

Guan Yang felt Zhang Xiaowan's emotions, glanced at Zhang Xiaowan, and said with a smile: "Xiaowan, don't be nervous, this Wang Jiahui is six years older than Xiaojun, they are just pen pals." ”

Zhang Xiaowan's smile suddenly turned red, and her hands shook again and again, indicating that she was not nervous.

Guan Yang smiled: "Are you still nervous?" ”

She has become familiar with Zhang Xiaowan in the past few days, and the two of them sleep in the same room, because Zhang Xiaowan can't speak, Guan Yang has a lot of sympathy for this girl who is younger than herself, and she has become a good friend these days, and jokes about her relationship with Guan Xiaojun from time to time.

Although Zhang Xiaowan felt shy, when she heard that Wang Jiahui was six years older than Guan Xiaojun, her heart suddenly settled down, and after being joked by Guan Yang, she couldn't help but reach out to tickle Guan Yang, and the two quickly became a mess.

The next day, when several people met with Wang Jiahui in Quanjude, Guan Yang's mouth grew in surprise, "Wang Jiahui, you are so beautiful!"

Wang Jiahui already knew who Guan Yang was at this time, and said with a smile: "Guan Yang, you are also very beautiful!"

She glanced at Zhang Xiaowan, "You're Xiaowan, right?" I heard Guan Xiaojun talk about you!"

Zhang Xiaowan glanced at Guan Xiaojun, smiled sweetly, nodded lightly to Wang Jiahui, and thanked Wang Jiahui.

While waiting for the roast duck, several young people chatted and became acquainted, especially Guan Yang and Wang Jiahui, the two are not much different in age, have roughly the same hobbies, and are very speculative when they talk, while Zhang Xiaowan is just listening to the side, which is a qualified listener.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that, Guan Xiaojun, you really became a writer!"

During the meal, Wang Jiahui's face was incredible, "How did you write it? ”

After the initial restraint disappeared, Wang Jiahui was actually a very talkative girl, "I read some of your books last night, and the more I read them, the more I don't believe that this book was actually written by you." But after comparing the letters you wrote to me before, I found that the style in this book is really a little familiar. ”

She asked Guan Yang with great interest, "Why is he so powerful, has he been very smart since he was a child?"

Guan Yang said with a smile: "I didn't see it when I was smart, it was very bad, wilted, and many people were tricked by him!"

Wang Jiahui became curious, "How did you play it?"

Guan Yang said: "Once, he said that he wanted to teach the children in the village to learn kung fu, saying that to learn kung fu, you must shave your head, and you have to shave off your eyebrows, otherwise you can't practice, and then many people cut off their eyebrows and hair, and they were all beaten by their families, and there were children crying in the village every day in those days." ”

"Once a student in the school was robbed of money, he led hundreds of students to the house of the money robber, arrested the person on the road outside, stripped off his clothes, and deliberately humiliated the person who robbed the money, and as a result, the person did not dare to go out for a year at home......

Guan Yang said it was funny, and everyone listened to it with relish, only Guan Xiaojun was a little uncomfortable, and coughed a few times, "Eat, eat, don't say much about the glory of the past, eat, eat, oops, this duck tastes good today." ”

Wang Jiahui smiled: "Don't change the topic, look at your thick skin, is this also called a glorious deed? Hey, you are so restless, how did you write it?"

Guan Xiaojun said: "You guess?"