In the next three days, Zeng Danqing was thinking about Tao Hongmei all the time.

Thinking of the symbol of her body, the symbol of a woman alone.

Over and over again, poems were written about her.

Written, revised. Modified, rewritten.

In the past three days, when he saw her again, there seemed to be a hot magma in his heart, ready to gush out at any time.

Her crimson cotton coat, more like the red cloth in the hands of a matador to tease the bull, strongly stimulated his anxious eyes.

During the meal, he walked up to her and looked at her, intentionally or unintentionally. Her eyes saw him occasionally, but they were calm and calm. Calm, like icicles under the eaves.

He was extremely hot, and she was extremely calm.

Her calmness was like a glass of water poured over a raging flame, but it stirred up the flame and rushed upward.

The calmer she is, the less calm he is.

If he had seen a spark in her eye, he might have been much calmer.

Because in that similar spark, he will be affirmed, and the fire in his heart will gradually subside.

Now, she was as calm as an icicle under the eaves, and he had lost his composure.

Perhaps, the time came when she needed to know that he existed.

Eating in the same cafeteria for two months, sometimes sitting around the same table, could it be that she was completely unaware of his existence?

He thought: I want her to know that I have her in my poetry.

He thought: You can get love by writing a note, what Peng Masin dares to do, why don't I dare to do it?

He finally mustered up the courage and for the first time in his life, he was ready to write a love letter to a girl.

He wrote for two days. wrote about her first impression, there was a sense of shock, wrote that the next day I saw her, she talked to Mrs. Zou, the voice was very sweet, and I saw her on the third day...... His memory is so good that he recounts the characteristic places he sees her every day.

He wrote that she was like an angel in his eyes. Her delicateness, her loveliness, her smile, her sweet appearance, is simply a spring breeze, soothing every hair of his hair.

He found that he had so much to write. Written in the homework book, I actually wrote five double-sided sheets of large homework book, ten pages.

After he finished writing, he copied it neatly and copied it all day.

He copied three of the poems he wrote for her and put them at the back, and explained the background of his poems. He deliberately highlighted that he wrote it himself, not someone else's.

In the letter, of course, he introduced himself, but there were no special merits to write about. He felt that it didn't matter, his infatuation, his psalms, were his merits.

"Back" and "Treading the Snow", he felt that the language was very beautiful and the background was special, so of course he had to copy it to her.

There is also a song "Beautiful Girl", which he also copied behind.

Beautiful girl

You are the flower blooming on that spring day

The breeze is your hand that pulls your hair

Ten thousand wisps of wind can't match your charm

The warm sun is the drum you play and sing

I hear your voice thousands of miles away

Beautiful girl

You're the snowflakes that fall in the winter

You come from the clouds

The catkins can't compare to your lightness

Crystals are your garments

Peony flowers can only bow down

Beautiful girl

From spring to winter

I want to be a bee

Pick around you

Brew your fragrance again

I would like to become a cypress

Hang you on the branches

Reshape your ice crystals

He also wrote a large sheet of double-sided paper, which he copied on a large workbook paper with horizontal lines. He didn't even think about buying some fine paper to copy.

Six pages full. He feels that he is full of his peerless talent and peerless infatuation, and you have to be impressed even if you are hard-hearted.

In the second evening of self-study that day, he sorted out the love letters, folded them, and put them in the inner pocket of his jacket, waiting for the opportunity to hand them over to her.

It's really tiring to be copied neatly word by word all day.

This is for her, every word is a beating note, not tired.

After class, after a busy day, he went for a walk outside the classroom, carrying a love letter to her in his arms.

Take a step or two from the back door of the 37 class classroom, and you will arrive at the stairwell.

This is the way to go up and down the stairs.

It just so coincided.

Zeng Danqing just walked out and walked to the small bungalow opposite the building of the Repeating Department. When he turned to the side again, he happened to see a familiar figure walking diagonally up the main road in and out of the repeating department, and further down, to the road.

The back, the crimson cotton coat, is all too familiar.

That's her, of course.

The opportunity came, and he had to seize it and give her a love letter.

He ran after him.

She reached the road and trotted all the way.

He thought she was going to the front store to buy something.

But no. Two or three minutes later, she ran to a two-story house.

The private house is opposite the Repeater Building, and there are four small single rooms on the top and bottom, all of which are rented to the students of the Repeater Department.

In the private house, the students have not yet returned from class, and all the rooms are dark and there are no lights.

She stopped in front of the door of a room on the first floor, called out a person's name, knocked on the door again, and no one answered.

Just as he was there, he stood still behind her.

He was so nervous that he didn't dare to speak.

The light is not very good, and you can only vaguely see the appearance of people.

Seeing that she stopped and did not shout, he plucked up his courage and said:

"Tao Hongmei, hello. ”

He was a little afraid to call out her name, but he finally did. For the first time in my life, I shouted the name of a girl I liked. For a long time, he has been haunted by this name.

Tao Hongmei was a little surprised, turned around, and asked, "Who are you?"

These days, he and her, eat in a small dining hall every day, and sometimes sit face to face, and he knows every edge of her clothes very well, but as if she had never seen him, she asks him, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, he lost his confidence. The pride in the poem disappeared in an instant. It's like falling into an ice cave.

In fact, the light that night was not very good, only some lights in the distant house shone sparsely here. She was a little short-sighted, and she didn't wear glasses, and in the dark shadow, she couldn't see who the person in front of her was or where she had seen it.

She may not have paid attention to Zeng Danqing at all, so how could she judge who the other party was based on a vague appearance.

The air seemed to be stiffened. Zeng Danqing was a little stammered, not knowing how to speak below.

Tao Hongmei asked, "Are you ...... Friend, where has he gone, do you know? Did he entrust you to wait here for me? What does he have to tell me?"

Maybe it was too nervous, maybe it was because the passion disappeared all of a sudden, Zeng Danqing felt a little cold and shivered.

He didn't hear her names clearly. He had nothing to do with the name. Everything about her was unfamiliar.

He was a little speechless, but in the end he mustered up the best courage and said, "No. I...... I wrote you a letter and wanted to give it to you. ”

As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of paper from his pocket and handed it to her.

She took it and held it in her hand. Probably still wanting to wait for the people in the room to come back, she still parked there. He may have wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

He judged that she was looking for someone else, she was waiting for someone else, she didn't know him, and she didn't seem to have seen him before. She he thought he knew well, but he didn't know anything about him.

He was suddenly a little disappointed, and this disappointment made him no longer have confidence in himself.

He was even more flustered, and he suddenly felt that everything he had written was ridiculous, and that the so-called beautiful verses might not stand up to scrutiny at all, and he longed to disappear from her eyes immediately.

He stammered, "It's almost class, I'll go back to the classroom." ”

After saying that, regardless of her reaction, he slipped away like a rabbit.