Lin Anlan frowned slightly, rubbed the back of her neck with acid reflux, and walked to the dresser. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What do you mean? Could it be that I sleepwalked by myself in the middle of the night and got up to write a diary?

But why did you tear the paper off?

Lin Anlan was not feeling well, and her brain was also chaotic, she pouted, reached out and took the piece of paper in her hand, looked down, and looked at the few lines of handwriting.

She didn't have time to look at the content, she only glanced at it, and felt that the writing was really good-looking, and the font was so familiar?

He pursed the corners of his lips, rubbed the hand on the back of his neck, slowly withdrew, held the paper in both hands, and looked at it carefully.

The bittersweets of life are not exhausted,

Youth is ignorant and dead;

If you know that there is an blue in the world,

Good days will be remembered.

An An, remember me? I'm Gu Liangchen, I'm Gu Liangchen! An An, although Liangchen is dead, his soul is not at peace, An An, can you do me a favor? An An, if you agree, please put this paper on the door at night, and I will show up.

"Gu Liangchen?"

Lin Anlan was frightened and read out the three words Gu Liangchen, and as soon as her hands trembled, the paper slipped from her hands and slowly fell on the surface of her right foot.

She felt her brain buzz, her body trembling a little, and her hands, still holding the paper in the same posture as before.

"Gu Liangchen! Gu Liangchen! ”

Although Liangchen is dead, his soul is not at peace?

What does that mean?

Lin Anlan blinked her eyes in fright, still holding the paper just now, slowly lowered her head, and looked at the paper that fell on the surface of her feet.

Dense black fonts, although her eyes were wide open, she couldn't see the words on them.

It's a prank, yes, a prank, an absolute prank.

Lin Anlan barely stabilized her flustered emotions, slowly squatted down, and picked up the paper that fell on her feet again.

She crouched on the ground, hugged her knees, held the paper in both hands, and read it again.

It's not that her eyes are spent, it's not a prank, Gu Liangchen's handwriting, she knows it, although when she was in school, she and Gu Liangchen had nothing to do with it, but Gu Liangchen was a well-known genius in the school, the best in the school, the best in art and painting, the best in handwriting, and the best in poetry.

Therefore, on the blackboard newspaper on campus, her words, his poems, and his paintings, she has read them countless times, how could she be wrong.

Lin Anlan, who was squatting on the ground, bit the corner of her lip, and thought that in the diary, there was still a copy in the diary, which she got from other classmates back then, and Gu Liangchen wrote it.

She quickly got up from the floor, put the paper on the dresser, opened the drawer, and took out her notebook.

She took the pen from the notebook, threw it aside, and opened the first page of the notebook, and on the inside of the black cover, she carefully tucked her fingers in, and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper.

That piece of paper looks like a very ordinary blank paper in a homework book, and the paper has been folded four times, and judging by the appearance of the paper, it should often be opened and folded again! The color is a little old and a little wrinkled.

Lin Anlan's little trembling little hand pulled out the paper, opened it carefully, and then put it on the dresser to slowly flatten, put another piece of paper and it together, just one glance, you can judge that this is definitely from a person's handwriting.