In the eighties and nineties of boys and girls, there are more or less one or two pen pals, in this era, making pen pals is a very fashionable thing, just like making netizens on social software in later generations, if you don't have a few strange netizens, you are embarrassed to say hello to people.

However, the difference between pen pals at this time and later generations of netizens is that most of them are just pen pals, and they are all correspondence, and many people have never met once in their lives.

But this also ensures the purity of this friendship, everyone doesn't want anything from each other, just wants to find someone to talk to, and has a heart-to-heart friend who may not go back to a place far away where he may never go back for the rest of his life, which has a romantic feeling for teenagers and girls in this era.

It is because of this feeling, or a faint sense of vanity, that many people are extremely concerned about making pen pals.

Guan Xiaojun had two or three pen pals when he was in junior high school and high school in his previous life, but as time went by, these pen pals slowly lost contact, and sometimes in retrospect, it seems that this pen pal thing was a dream, and under the uncertainty of memory, he was even difficult to be sure whether he had a pen pal or not.

Sometimes people's own memories are not credible, it will automatically beautify and correct some things in the memory, making the good more beautiful, the ugly more and more ugly, and it will also make some memories like a dream on the rippling water, and even they wonder if they have really experienced it.

Just like making a pen pal, Guan Xiaojun once wondered if he had a deviation in his memory, bringing other people's experiences or scenes in the book into his memory, until he was sure that he had indeed made a pen pal after packing up old things and finding an envelope from many years ago, because the letters that were full of childish thoughts were still there.

In this life, Guan Xiaojun made a few pen pals, and he felt that as long as he had the opportunity, he should meet these unmasked friends, so as not to become regrets in the future.

This is also the main reason why he wants to see Wang Jiahui.

So on this summer evening, he went out alone and came to the door of the largest Xinhua bookstore in Xuanwu District to fulfill the agreement between a teenager and a girl.

Wang Jiahui in front of her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, the white dress was blowing in the evening breeze, the corners of the skirt swayed gently, she seemed a little shy, she didn't dare to look directly at Guan Xiaojun, and her voice became soft, not much bigger than the evening breeze.

But when she saw the flower pot in Guan Xiaojun's arms, she finally couldn't help laughing, "Guan Xiaojun, is this the bouquet of flowers you said you were holding in your hand?"

The original agreement between the two of them was that Wang Jiahui was waiting for him in a white dress with a book in her hand, while Guan Xiaojun was wearing a white shirt and jeans and holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, which was originally a very romantic thing, but when "a bouquet of flowers" became "a pot of flowers", most of the romantic atmosphere suddenly disappeared, which made people feel a little funny.

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "This is a peony flower that is a specialty of our hometown, when my father came to Yanjing a few days ago, he brought a few points, and I specially left a pot for you." ”

He handed the flower pot to Wang Jiahui, "Raising flowers is actually a very good hobby, I hope you can like it." ”

Wang Jiahui stretched out her hand to take the flower pot, her eyes were crooked, and she pursed her lips and smiled: "How to raise this peony flower?"

Guan Xiaojun unhurriedly took out a booklet from his backpack, "This is a technical manual for raising flowers, I have prepared it for you, and when the time comes, I really don't understand, you can write to me and ask me, I tell you, I am a master of planting flowers." ”

Wang Jiahui said with a smile: "Then may I ask the master of flower planting, have you done everything in Yanjing City?"

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "It's all done, if it weren't for seeing you, I would have returned to Yunze yesterday." ”

Wang Jiahui felt a sense of loss in her heart, "Are you leaving tomorrow? Didn't you say okay, I still want to invite you to eat roast duck!"

Guan Xiaojun said: "Seeing such a beautiful girl, how can I leave tomorrow, at least the day after tomorrow." ”

Wang Jiahui lowered her head and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be quite poor." ”

Guan Xiaojun laughed and said: "I'm telling the truth, I really didn't expect you to be so beautiful, much more beautiful than in the photo!"

Wang Jiahui said in her heart: "Actually, you are much more handsome than in the photo!"

But because of the shyness in my heart, this sentence was not spoken.

The two walked slowly on the street, Wang Jiahui held a pot of flowers in her arms, and curiously touched the rough skin of the peony branch with her hand from time to time, "Tao Yuan loves chrysanthemums, Zhou Dunyi likes lotus, he said that chrysanthemums are hermits, lotus flowers are gentlemen, and peony is rich and noble, is this peony really a rich person?"

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "Ailian, you forgot the last sentence, he said that peonies are suitable for everyone, it can be seen that the common people's favorite is still peony flowers." ”

"We are not gentlemen, nor are we hermits, we are ordinary people, this peony is actually the most suitable for us, and the flowers are rich and rich, meaning auspicious, very good. ”

Guan Xiaojun smiled at Wang Jiahui and said: "If you have time, you can take a look at "Mirror Flowers", which contains the story of the peony fairy. ”

The two walked along the street, in the summer evening, the heat has not subsided, there are old people and children sitting on the side of the street, the old people are holding fans, playing chess, the children are chasing and fighting, and the street is full of people riding bicycles.

The two walked for a while, Guan Xiaojun stopped and looked at Wang Jiahui, "My manuscript fee has come down, I'll invite you to dinner tomorrow! How about we gather in Quanjude at eleven o'clock?"

Wang Jiahui glared, "How can that be? Okay, I invited you." ”

Guan Xiaojun smiled, "When the time comes, I'll introduce you to a few good friends, maybe you will still be classmates in the future." ”

He took out a set of thick books from his backpack and handed them to Wang Jiahui, "I'll give you a set, I'll write it!"

Wang Jiahui took the book in surprise, her eyes swept to the cover of the book, and the words "Guandi Temple" came into her eyes.

"Guandi Temple?"

Wang Jiahui exclaimed, "You wrote this? You are Guan Zichuan?"

Guan Xiaojun winked at Wang Jiahui, "Remember to keep it secret!"

He waved his hand at Wang Jiahui, "Wang Jiahui, see you tomorrow!"

Wang Jiahui held a book in one hand and a flower pot in the other, staring blankly at Guan Xiaojun's slender figure getting farther and farther away, suddenly put her hands to her mouth, made a trumpet shape, and asked loudly: "Guan Xiaojun, are you really only thirteen years old?"

Guan Xiaojun turned around and walked backwards, also putting his hands to his mouth, "Yes, I am indeed thirteen years old!"

Wang Jiahui said: "I don't believe it!"

The old people and children on the side of the street all turned their heads in surprise to look at the two young men and women standing at the end of the street, and did not understand why they were shouting so loudly.

Only Wang Jiahui knows that her heart is full of all kinds of emotions at this moment, including loss and surprise, melancholy and sweetness, and more of a disagreement with Guan Xiaojun's age, she hopes that Guan Xiaojun is the same age as her, or even a little older than her.

As for why there is such a wonderful psychology, she herself doesn't know the reason at this time.