Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Girl's Heart, Don't Guess

Definition of pen pal, and cannon. Friends are almost the exact opposite, pen pals are the "rustle" sound of the tip of a ballpoint pen across the paper, the pursuit of pen pals is the inner communication between friends, is the idealistic friendship, is to feel with the heart, the connotation of pen pals is to go to the heart, go to the heart to understand?

On the other hand, the cannon. Friends, as the name suggests, is a hearty "popping sound" in the artillery fire. The most taboo between friends is to go to the heart, in this world, only people who are strong enough in their hearts are qualified to play the date. Cannon this game. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Both your soul and your flesh. How compatible the body is, don't say love, don't say possession, don't say you have to.

Not being in love is the only way for you to be able to connect forever and have each other forever in this life.

Maybe at some point when your soul and body are one, you will think, "It's good to be with her (him) for the rest of your life", but just think about it, don't say it, because you will definitely regret it if you say it. It may be regretted in two days, it may be regretted in two months, and it may take two years to regret it.

About. Cannons are like travel, you won't give up the swaying of Venice for the Eiffel Tower, and you won't give up the winter snow of Hokkaido for the story of Chiang Mai's small town. When you first look at Tokyo Tower, you may think of the quiet riverside of the ChΓ’teau Shannon in France, and when you look far away in the English Channel, you may think of the Japanese girl you met in the Colosseum.

You can travel to the city several times, dozens of times, but you won't settle there, if you do, you'll find the streets of Paris full of dogs. Shit, the traffic in Thailand, the unpalatable food in the UK. When the time comes, you will regret settling down, you will be tired of moving away from home, you will get tired of it and never return to the city.

So, the cannon . The relationship between friends is difficult to grasp, as long as someone is a little distracted and moved by the truth, I am afraid that the two people will completely part ways.

All in all, cannon. The relationship between friends can be summed up by a lyric of Mayday, that is: "I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, and I am most afraid of cannons. Friends of sudden concern".

And what about pen pals? Pen pals are more expensive than confidants, compared to cannons. Friends, pen pals are pure, simple, and sincere, and between pen pals, they don't need to know each other's appearance, and they don't need to care whether the other party is poor or rich, they can talk about anything, and they can talk about each other's ideals, hobbies, moods, weather, etc., as well as some trivial things in life, can write a page of letterhead.

And now Lin Yang has already become realistic, and he finds that he is simply an out-and-out man who wants to look at his face and also pursues his heart, so the pen pal and the cannon. Friends, have become no longer suitable for him.

Lin Yang chose not to reply to every anonymous letter, he was past the age of making pen pals, he only replied to love letters with names and surnames, after all, the other party appreciated himself and dared to write his affection on the letterhead, which was a very rare courage, and then, he politely rejected the other party in the letter.

Well, to put it so powerfully, in fact, Lin Yang, this kid, has never received a few love letters at all.

What Lin Yang wants is just to meet a girl who makes his heart flutter when he is young, and then give her all the simple and sincere emotions that he has left in his heart......

Zhang Yixia said with a smile: "Deputy squad leader, you are very popular, you received so many love letters early in the morning."

Lin Yang said calmly: "These are not love letters, just a few ordinary dating letters."

"It's pretty much the same, can you show me who's writing to you?" Zhang Yixia couldn't hold back her curiosity, leaned over her head and asked.

Lin Yang shook his head and said lightly: "Of course not, this is someone else's privacy."

I don't know if it was because of the "accidental" touch in the Mandarin Duck Cave in Tianchi Lake, or because Lin Yang was recently welcomed by girls and received letters wildly, which caused Liu Limin to be jealous, or because of her friend Li Yanfen, Liu Limin gradually became less fond of taking care of Lin Yang, but instead entered into a relationship with Lin Yang's tablemate Li Shuoxi.

In this regard, Lin Yang didn't think much about it, anyway, life still has to live, since Liu Limin is inexplicably alienated from herself, and he has not done anything sorry for her, Lin Yang knows that he has a clear conscience, he is definitely not a bastard man who has no bottom line and likes to kneel and lick the goddess, let alone bow down to please Liu Limin.

Lin Yang and Liu Limin are like children making awkward trouble, and no one pays attention to anyone.

Time is like flowing water, always passing unconsciously.

The cold winter is quietly coming.

It's another day of evening self-study.

"How do you solve this problem?" Liu Limin turned around, frowned, held an exercise book, and asked Li Shuoxi for math problems.

Li Shuoxi suddenly felt flattered, he hurriedly put down the book in his hand, moved his body forward, and said softly: "Limin, you let me look at the topic first."

Maybe she had just taken a shower, and Liu Limin's jet-black shiny hair naturally fell down, as smooth and soft as black brocade, mixed with bursts of fragrance.

Seeing that Liu Limin and Lin Yang had become strangers, almost like strangers, Li Shuoxi's mood and appetite had become very good recently, and his learning momentum had reached an unprecedented high.

Every lonely single boy will habitually incarnate himself in his mind as a cool writer who likes YY.

Thinking of the endless torture some time ago, looking at the picture of Lin Yang and Liu Limin eyebrow-raising in front of him, Li Shuoxi's heart almost collapsed, he almost changed a little. state.

He sometimes fantasizes in his heart that Liu Limin is tarnished, and it is best to be known by many classmates, and then Lin Yang abandons her, thinking that he can match her in this way.

There are still some naΓ―ve, but I have to say that he was very serious about conceiving the storyline at that time.

Li Shuoxi sometimes hopes that Liu Limin will become ugly, so that other boys (including Lin Yang) will not pester her so much, and she can prove her infatuation with Liu Limin.

He even hoped that Liu Limin would be in danger, and then, he would be desperate to die for her.

Counting the fingers, New Year's Day 2001 is approaching.

Lin Yang has not spoken to Liu Limin for more than a week, not even a word.

An outstanding young man like Lin Yang would never take the initiative to ask her what all this was for.

Therefore, Lin Yang temporarily wrote a small note and handed it to Liu Limin in front of Li Shuoxi.

"Can you tell me why you ignore me?"

That's what the little note is all about.

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