The faint first love of the teenager is depicted very beautifully, and the beautiful picture promotes people's beautiful reverie. The whole novel presents a beautiful and beautiful style on the whole, with warmth in poignant, which is moving.

Gu Yaluo is going to school step by step in this life, and she is still in her student days.

For her, a spectator, when she saw the familiar, she smiled: at the class meeting for the election of class cadres, the boy's speechlessness, gloomy and anger, and the girl's cowardice under the tears of grievance; In the school library, a boy reading a book by a white curtain with a silent face, and a girl's bangs blown on her forehead in front of the desk; riding a bicycle on the way out of school, and the occasional prank, the pursed lips and the smile in the girl's eyes as she looks at the back of the boy who left after her success; In the bicycle shed after dark, the girl struggled to shake the pedals for the lighting, and the boy obviously deliberately and pretended to procrastinate; Young and bitter, with nothing to do with beauty, the bizarre behavior of girls who are in love and consciously mature; Add to that the natural scenery that is not easy to spot. Every detail slashes the senses. Lu Haoer's middle school years with adolescence are written as if they were real and illusory, and she successfully deceived Gu Yaluo, a cold-hearted audience, which shows that her skills are getting deeper and deeper.

Lu Hao'er asked the students who had already walked this road and were about to say goodbye to student history to look back, forgetting those annoying rudeness, unreasonableness, ignorance and ignorance, and only remembering the fragments that seemed to be pure and gorgeous, as if that section of the road was really never flawless.

Gu Yaluo was being beaten, and at the same time reminded herself from time to time: it was all fake.

However, the deeper aspect of the novel is life and death, how the living face the deceased. How to face the life of the deceased regardless of the rolling forward.

To say that Gu Yaluo, who has no adolescence, is really, really tired of being touched and sad by youth, and what makes them even more annoying is that they can always pop up when people's guards are a little loose. Acupuncture generally pierces the whole body with small eyes, which is numb and crispy, which makes people feel ashamed while being comfortable. Gu Yaluo's usual first reaction to the sudden impression was: This is suspicious and insincere. Then meditate and analyze, does this so-called emotion really penetrate the body and brittle the mind, or is it just scratching on the itchy flesh? The latter is frequent, personal experience. To prevent yourself from making a stupid move, it's best to laugh it off. And once you encounter the occasional former, such as this "Love Letter". I couldn't help but be a little scared, in order not to continue to tremble in front of its dark waves, I had to shout with my middle finger: Youth, moving, you all get away!

It's just this clamour. Under the delicate brushwork of Lu Haoer, the exquisite picture and the heart-shaking plot are woven. It seems to be a bit of a lustful and inward-looking. But Gu Yaluo will never stop moving because of Lu Haoer's simple and simple plot.

People love to recall their youth, because they have nothing more to do except for the youth of each person, people's spiritual ability stagnates in adolescence, while physical ability goes downhill, and youth becomes the apex of life.

Gu Yaluo agreed with this sentence very much, so even if she seemed to be overwhelmed. She must also use her professional language to make a serious statement: to take the limit of my spiritual ability throughout my life, the value obtained is by no means the word "youth". It's not a walled campus, it's not a little bit of between the sexes.

"Second sister, you've changed sex, why do you want to write romance novels." Gu Yaluo's eyes flashed slightly, and he quipped, "It's still influenced by someone." ”

Thinking of Hong Yichen and Lu Haoer, he gritted his teeth, and when he came back for the New Year, Hong Yichen was busy with work, and he didn't have time for Lu Haoer to invite him to dinner.

So I often call Lu Haoer, talk about today's weather, talk about his mood today, God knows if you are in a good mood, what does it matter to her? Or just a simple greeting......

Just after the Spring Festival, on a rainy night in the middle of the year, the tranquility and peace were disturbed by Hong Yichen's phone call.

"Oh! Haven't you slept yet? Hong Yichen looked at the ten points in the table below and said with some surprise.

"What if you don't sleep?" Lu Hao'er stopped the pen in his hand and rolled his eyes.

"Are you so prickly when you talk to others?" Hong Yichen sat cross-legged on the bed, pouted and said, "Why don't you sleep like this?" ”

"Why are you calling so late when you don't sleep?" Lu Hao'er held the receiver, cleaned up the table and said, "It's not appropriate to call someone else's house at this time!" ”

"Haven't you slept yet?" Hong Yichen said without blushing and panting, "If you want to scold, scold!" I'm already an indestructible Vajra body. ”

"There's something wrong with you." Lu Hao'er said angrily, "Isn't it a pervert!" ”

"Maybe it's possible." Hong Yichen said with a perfunctory smile.

"No wonder you're abandoned by your former girlfriend." Lu Haoer walked to her bookcase, opened the cabinet, took out half a bottle of red wine and a goblet from it, poured a small half a glass for herself, and sat back at the desk.

"Abandoned?" Hong Yichen, who was holding the red wine to his mouth, immediately moved the glass in his hand, "This is inconsistent with the facts." ”

"I haven't seen anyone who says they're abandoned, it's the opposite." Lu Hao'er took a sip of red wine, and the cold liquid made her pout.

"What are you doing now? Don't you feel lonely and can't sleep? Hong Yichen's eyes lit up and asked with interest.

"Why are you so boring!" Lu Hao'er squinted her eyes and said, raising her voice, "I'm working." ”

"What can you do at this time?" Hong Yichen asked casually.

"No comment!" Lu Hao'er said very simply.

Hong Yichen casually shook the red wine in the glass and asked, "Did you receive a love letter when you were in middle school?"

"Nope!" Lu Haoer said without thinking about it, but threw it into the trash.

"Have you ever written a love letter?" Hong Yichen asked with interest.

"Nope!"

"What a pity is that?" Hong Yichen stretched out his voice and said with a look of pity.

"Regrets?" Lu Hao'er raised her eyebrows and said.

"Don't scoff at it and call it boring. Maybe I used to be disdainful, but now I can't find someone to write love letters! Hong Yichen's mellow cello-like voice sounded in his ears, "Shouldn't you regret it!" Are you scared, those good things will eventually pass away? ”

Then he sighed, "I once liked a girl. A very unique girl. She likes the old stuff. Piles of old papers, heavy and clumsy bookcases, wide sweaters and fine porcelain. She only reads books written by dead people. She loves to watch old movies with dim yellow tones. Like those clumsy wooden furniture, old-fashioned vinyl records, and these things, and love letters and things like that, are outdated. I have to admit it. Probably in this era, few people would choose to show love in this way. O people now! Quickly concoct a text message under the call machine, which is faster than this; Singing a love song downstairs all night away is even cooler than that. Or more simply, walk up to the front and say I like you. These are better options. In this flamboyant year, love letters are too old. ”

"I think people like you have written love letters." Lu Haoer couldn't believe it, "Unscrew the inkwell, fill the pen tube, wipe the nib, and write on the letter paper carefully." ”

Hong Yichen said very emotionally, "That's right! It's the kind of paper that's soft, not cold electronics, and paper is always warmer than the screen. ”

Lu Hao'er nodded and said, "That's right, I agree very much with this." ”

"Oh!" Hong Yichen raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't think I'd agree with you." Lu Hao'er chuckled, "I'm like that kind of stubborn person. Then he added, "Love letters are so old-fashioned, and they have a timeless charm. Always run slower than time, and you don't have to worry about being abandoned by the years. Anyway, they're already behind, so you might as well walk slowly. Some people are always very inappropriate, and in such a new era of information explosion, they will never learn to snatch the right to speak, and they will never be able to toss and turn. Love letters belong to such people, to those who have a rich heart but do not know how to express themselves, to those who are clumsy and easily at a loss. Belongs to those who hate fast food and will slowly smack the taste. ”

Hong Yichen's eyes lit up, he sat up straight, and the corners of his lips slid over a perfect arc. The low cello-like voice sounded again, "I will always miss the time I was twenty years old." Run through all the gift shops in town, just for a proper piece of stationery. Use words to tell the entanglement, and then cut out a small envelope with white paper, and draw the mood with a pen. Who didn't have a crush when he was young, that seemingly gorgeous feast was actually just a one-man show. Worried, careful, stubborn to express intentions but always stop at shyness.

'If I like you, I will bully you': take the wrong paper and deliberately delay the time to answer it, borrow all kinds of marginal books just to write her name, suddenly appear on the road, put a paper bag on the girl's head, and then fly away coolly, leaving the girl screaming in panic behind her...... Although she didn't become my girlfriend until the end, these love letters are forever cherished. The words I once wrote made me feel that the cruel years had slowed down, and in that moment, they were as soft as a snail. ”

In his meticulous description, Lu Haoer said with deep emotion, "Secret love is a euphemistic beauty. The most heartwarming thing is the process of crushing. Love letters, arriving at the most innocent place in the heart. ”

Hong Yichen listened to her almost whispered low smile, the smile was pure and clean......

"Do you believe in love?" Hong Yichen asked in a low voice, the voice penetrated the eardrums, which was extremely seductive, but it interrupted Lu Haoer's charm, "Love? That kind of **** thing ghost believes that love is just the wind and snow of boring people who are idle and full, and it is a waste of life. ”

"It's okay, I'm hanging." The words fell and hung up.

Hong Yichen listened to the busy sound on the phone, shrugged helplessly, he recovered so quickly, and it was really more rational than emotional! (To be continued.) )

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