The law of nature is that if you have money, you will kneel for the uncle.

The moves of the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire, if you don't learn them, you will too.

When the bland December was about to come to an end, Zhang Tan was hit by surprises one after another, first of all, it was the third issue of "Ancient Legends and Martial Arts Edition", and the sample issue had been sent, which published the ending of "The Four Famous Capture of Kanto". Zhang Tan's first department. The female work,That's the end.。

160,000 words, two or three months of creation.

Holding this magazine, Zhang Tan suddenly remembered Cao Xueqin's poem: full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears; Duyun is an idiot, who understands the taste.

"Well, I can't feel so emotional, I'm a little blushing."

Zhang Tan collected the magazine and opened the second letter, the second one was a small package, which was sent from the Taiwan area. At the beginning, Zhang Tan told Xian Xian Culture that after the novel was completed, he would send a few books, and the cost would be deducted from the manuscript fee.

This is intended to be given away.

It is rare to find a book in life, and it is naturally worth publicizing.

also let his family know that the novels he wrote are not of low grade, and they can not only be published in magazines, but also published separately.

After unwrapping the package, five brand-new novels less than a finger thick lay quietly in the wrapper. With a pilgrimage-like mood, Zhang Tan picked up the top one, which was very light and the cover was smooth. It's a little dull in color.,Gray-green background.,Purple horizontal stripes expand on it.,The horizontal strip reads "Four Famous Capture Kanto.。

Next to it, the small print reads "Tan Zhang, writing".

The fonts are all like seal scripts and like the fonts of the book, on the green background, there are also landscape paintings-like illustrations, a chivalrous man riding a high-headed horse, galloping between the mountains and rivers. The style of painting is a bit ugly, the color is also a bit ugly, and on the whole, it is also a bit ugly. It's like one of those pirated books on a stall.

It's a bit sloppy.

But no matter what, the cover of Zhang Tan's first book looks like this.

When you turn the pages of the book, it is full of traditional characters.

Of course, the traditional Chinese version is all traditional Chinese characters.

Zhang Tan can understand it, after all, it is a book written by him, and he can guess which simplified character each word corresponds to. However, it is very laborious to look at, and some of the strokes in traditional Chinese characters are really scary.

"One collection, one companion, one to take home to grandpa, one to show off to parents, and one left, is it for the eldest sister, or take it to the class?"

"Forget it, you still have to be low-key, I'm already so dazzling in school, there's no need to add another firewood."

Soon, the five books were assigned how to use them.

Then, Zhang Tan picked up the last letter.

The envelope read: "Zhang Tan, the fifth class of high school. ”

But there was no stamp, and there was no sender information, when he went to the small shop to pick up the mail, Zhang Tan was a little suspicious, this letter was written by a student of Shuangdun Middle School at all.

In this way, Zhang Tan has played.

In his previous life, he had written a few love letters for others, and he had written them himself. And I was embarrassed to give it to the other party directly, so I put it in an envelope, pretended to be a letter, and put it in the mailbox of the small shop. The small shop sends and receives letters on behalf of them, and the letters received are placed in a box on the counter.

For students to check by themselves, pick up and take away.

This way of sending love letters is ingenious and roundabout.

"Could it be a love letter?"

Zhang Tan was so agitated that his hands trembled.

He had never received a love letter before, and he was the only one who wrote love letters to others and was rejected.

"Is it a love letter?"

Slowly open the envelope, take out the letter inside, pink letter paper, unfolded.

Juanxiu's pen words, accompanied by a faint scent of paper, caught Zhang Tan's eyes.

"Hello Zhang Tan: I'm Liu Luyao from the first and second classes of high school, I don't know if you've heard my name. I've been reviewing what I'm trying to say to you lately, but I really don't have the courage to do so. Every day I want to pass by the window of your class and see if you are there, but I am embarrassed to think that I can forget you soon. ”

"My tablemate always urged me to confess to you, it was snowing that day, it was beautiful, right, I saw you riding by the gate alone, I really wanted to stop you and talk to you. It's just that I really can't do it, and the words come to my lips several times, but I just can't say it. I know you're very good, and I'm just a normal girl. ”

"There's no way to like you, it's very happy and warm, it's just that I really want you to know that I like you. I don't know if it's love or not, love may be what it feels like, I really can't hide my feelings for you. I plucked up the courage to write this love letter to confess. ”

"I don't know what you're going to think about what kind of person you think I am. If you accept me and are willing to get along with me, I will wait for you in the small pavilion on the lake after self-study in the evening. If I'm self-inflicted, you'll act as if nothing happened. But I know that I will continue to like you, silently. ”

After reading the letter, Zhang Tan opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to think.

What a love letter.

"I actually received a love letter?"

Zhang Tan didn't know how the girls he wrote love letters felt after receiving them, but now, he felt as if he was floating in the clouds, and it felt wonderful.

Even though his mental age is thirty years old, he still has a hint of joy and pride.

"Wow, that's a ...... Surprise. ”

Pinching the pink fragrant love letter, for a while, Zhang Tan fell into a tangle.

Of course, he was pleasantly surprised by the love letter he received for the first time in his life, and he also knew Liu Luyao, who was assigned to a class with him in the second year of high school in his last life and had been a classmate for two years. It's just that Liu Luyao is a beautiful girl, and in the class, she is very popular with boys, and there are many boys around her.

And Zhang Tan is the kind of inconspicuous student, who has one set of naughty mischief, but only one set.

He and Liu Luyao are in the same class, but they are like people in two worlds across a moat. If you want to say that Zhang Tan has any thoughts about Liu Luyao, this is not correct, of course he has, beautiful girls are his objects. If Liu Luyao came to a love letter at this time in her previous life, Zhang Tan didn't say a word, and she didn't go to the evening self-study, so she went directly to the small pavilion in the lake.

But now it's different, he's no longer a teenager.

Those once beautiful loves and impulses have long been carved and matured by the years. Looking back at these high school students, I can't get the slightest impulse in my heart, and I always feel that the high school students are still immature and there is no atmosphere where they can communicate on an equal footing.

As for "cultivating" this situation.

Zhang Tan didn't even think about it.

He doesn't care how big the age gap is, there are many examples of old husbands and young wives, and Yang Zhenning is over eighty years old and still takes young women. The point is, here, there is no girl who gives him a heart-warming feeling. was heartbeat, just like in his previous life, and suddenly one day, he saw Lu Jing and thought she was so beautiful and beautiful.

This heart-warming feeling is the love that Zhang Tan is looking forward to.

There is no heart-warming relationship, but it is just meat. The struggle between desires can be enjoyed, but it cannot be held.

"Ugh."

"I'm going to hurt the heart of a simple little girl again, how can I bear it, I'm handsome, is it really a sin."

Zhang Tan smiled self-deprecatingly.

Picked up the guitar and played with it indiscriminately: "Oh pity, love is not a few tears and a few love letters......