In this way, the novel that I had worked so hard to write disappeared forever.

Reader, after talking for a long time, that novel is gone. But what kind of story is recorded in the novel, and what is the fate of the protagonist? I think you must want to know. So, I'll just give you a little bit of it here.

I'd like to start by talking about my motivation and process for writing that novel. Wasn't I moved to see Barkin's Home? Yes. However, this is only one of the reasons. Another reason is that I myself longed for a good love at that time.

Didn't I miss out on a female classmate in junior high school? For this reason, I hated myself every day and missed her every day. After thinking about it for a long time, I wrote him a letter.

In the letter, I told her how much I missed her, and how I regretted not having the courage to confess to her in the first place. After the letter was sent, I looked forward to her reply every day.

However, one day, two days passed, and I kept running to the school's communication room, but after running for days, I didn't even write a letter to me.

When I was depressed, I received a letter. The letter was unsigned and undated, but looking at Na Juanxiu's handwriting, it looked like a girl's handwriting. However, the contents of the letter I received were not in the same position as the one I had sent.

The girl in the letter (I assumed it was a girl) said that she had met me on a street by chance and had come home so that she could not give up and write me a letter.

If I want to see her, I can go to Room 203 on the second floor of the Xinfu Hotel in the county seat (Xinfu Hotel was a well-known hotel in our county at that time) at four o'clock on Saturday afternoon. I was afraid that someone would lie to me, so I took the letter home and showed it to my relatives and friends.

After they read it, some people said it was true, some people said it was false, and they didn't agree with it. They said, if it's true, why don't you sign your name below, why hide it if you fall in love and don't break the law; If it is fake, then the love letter is poignant and moving, and it is tear-jerking.

The spirit of a girl daring to be so bold in courting someone is truly touching. Then I asked my relatives what to do. They encouraged me to look at the place where the letter was written.

So, on that day, I put on a pair of leather shoes and went to the barber shop to blow the wind and put on hairspray. I borrowed a new bicycle and walked to the county seat.

The Xinfu Hotel is located in the easternmost part of our county, across the road from the station. When I got to the place, I went straight up to the second floor and knocked on the door of room 203. All I heard was the sound of someone yawning and stretching inside.

"It's a girl!" I can't help but be thrilled at the thought of going on a date with a girl and a beautiful love that I am about to get. I tried my best to control my excitement and knocked on the door again with a pretended composure.

"Who?" asked him impatiently. "Me. "Who are you?" "Don't you know me? Didn't you write me a letter? Can't you hear me?" "What nonsense? Who have I written to?"

As he spoke, the door creaked open, and a woman with disheveled hair and pajamas and a tired face opened the door. She looks at least thirty years old. This one made me lose my appetite.

I had expected to be greeted by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, dressed like a flower in a pink dress. I didn't expect that to be the case again.

However, it has already come, so let's ask things clearly. I handed him the letter, "Did you write me a letter?" and "What letter? I never wrote to anyone." The woman said, without looking at it, and returned the letter to me.

Seeing that I was disappointed, she added: "Student, you probably don't understand yet, if you want to open a room, you still need this." After speaking, she took out a piece of RMB and shook it in front of my eyes, and then closed the door with a "bang".

I stood in the doorway like a fool for a long time before I went downstairs and went home.

However, it haunted me like a devil and made me lose my soul. Later, after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to check my handwriting to see if any of my classmates were playing tricks on me.

"Disappointed pays off. "After a few days of covert visits, I learned that the letter was written to me by a classmate of mine named Bao Shuna, posing as a girl. The boy was not tall, shy and shy, and had the air of a daughter.

Because of this, his classmates did not call him Bao Shuna, but gave him the nickname "Bao Nana". The word "Nana" shows the state of a daughter.

But I don't think I've offended him, so why should he play tricks on me? Well, he's playing tricks on me, and I'm going to play tricks on him. Thinking of this, I wrote a love letter, copied it from a classmate who had a girl-like handwriting in junior high school, and mailed it to him the same way.

But I changed the date to the bridge on the Leh River, and the time was set for nine o'clock on Friday night. It was when we were out of school.

But I was secretly watching his movements. In those days, the hanging hair seemed very uneasy. On Friday night, I looked like he was dressed up neatly, saying that he was going shopping, but in fact he wanted to meet his girlfriend who didn't exist for a while.

At eleven o'clock in the evening he returned, and I saw that he was very depressed. I was overjoyed to see this. This is called "treating others the way they do."

Why didn't you think of being teased by others when you were playing tricks on others? To say that he is so stupid, he wrote me a letter himself, and he knows these deceptive tricks, but he still has to fall for me.

In fact, he is not stupid, he is the same as me, like other classmates - longing for a good love.

This novel comes from Kanshu.com