During the self-study time in the third session of the afternoon, Zhicheng took out the test paper of Snow Lotus from his body, looked at the bright red 148 on it, and admired both envy and admiration. He usually never even dreamed of such a charming result, and he didn't know when he would be able to get a three-digit exam, looking at the sentence patterns and brief analysis listed with a red pen on her test paper, Zhicheng had an indescribable touch, you must know that she wrote it for him purpose.

Snow Lotus, as the head of the class, but the flower of the first school gave him so much sincerity and enthusiasm for this rustic boy. Through his blurred eyes, Zhicheng seemed to see that the lines of bright red handwriting on the test paper had turned into rows of shining gold-like hearts......

Zhicheng looked in the direction of Xuelian, and saw that she was leaning over the desk and copying something seriously. For the help given to him by Xuelian, Zhicheng was very unhappy, but he had nothing to reciprocate, only to study hard to make his English score break through the 100-point mark as soon as possible, and he could be regarded as living up to her good intentions.

After correcting the test paper, Zhicheng stretched his waist comfortably, propped his elbows on the desk and rubbed his tired eyes with his hands, and couldn't help but recall the good times spent on the lawn under the willows with Snow Lotus at noon. Reminiscent of her coquettish sorrow, her sweet smile, her witty conversation, and her elegant image.

Zhicheng, who was full of emotion for a while, picked up the pen and tore off two pages, and the tip of the pen surged with passion, and all kinds of love went up the paper. After finishing writing, Zhicheng stared at the poem in front of him for a while. Then I sandwiched this poem in the English book along with the test paper. Then he took out the fine paper bag from the hole in the desk and left the classroom and walked towards the dormitory.

Xuelian finished the third class in the classroom, and went to the art building, because recently their choir is going to the city to do a literary performance, so these days are stepping up rehearsals, because she is the head of the school choir, or the main singer of the school's Chaoyang Art Troupe, so every afternoon extracurricular activities she is busy in the art building, and to organize rehearsals, and to command and dispatch, in short, this art show, all the arrangements of the program by her full responsibility.

After the rehearsal, she only cared about changing into the original dress in the dressing room, and forgot to change her shoes in a hurry, and ran out of the literary building wearing the flat black stumbling shoes during the rehearsal. It is a kind of purity and simplicity far from fashion, which brings a long-lost intimacy to the depths of people's hearts.

Xue Lian danced the pleated skirt of georgette, humming a little song happily, when she came to the classroom, she came to Zhicheng's table with her delicate feet like a little girl, opened the English book on his desktop, took out the two test papers sandwiched in it and looked at it, only to see that each question had traces of change, and it seemed that there were still a few questions that she had not understood, and marked a five-pointed star with a red pen next to the question number.

Just as she was about to re-clip the test paper into his book, she inadvertently turned out the poem that Zhicheng had just drafted.

At first, Xue Lian thought that he had copied it from a certain magazine, but as she read it, she realized that he wrote it for herself, and although the whole poem did not explicitly state between the lines, she could still be sure that the poem was written for herself.

This made her both excited and excited, and she couldn't help but blush her cheeks for a while, to be honest, there are not many boys who write love letters to her, but none of them can write so beautifully. Here we might as well quote this poem by Zhicheng, which reads like this:

Let me speak softly for you

- A heart that will love you forever

You're like a tiny white bird, and you're the angel in my heart

Innocent and lively, you are the goddess of my dreams

You're like a splendid swan, and you're that:

Beautiful and free, the crystal snow of the mountain Gaoshi

Those eyes of yours...... You—that's it:

A new star like a night: dazzling people's hearts and minds in the water

That hair of yours...... My amiable little sister

Like the white clouds in the blue sky: elegant and feminine My empathetic girl

That red lip of yours...... Not only love your liveliness and generosity

Like beautiful flowers: confide in the fragrance and love you more - pure and kind

Yes! My beloved girl, love you, love you, love you forever

Love you, love you, love you forever, I don't want you to be me—

You- And give whatever you have,

The temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, because love itself is a wordless song,

Talented and happy for you in your heart

You- Joy for you in your dreams

Respectable is better than amiable, can love you silently

Solemnity is more than grace is the sustenance of my spirit

Your face...... It's the harvest of my emotions

Like a lotus flower with a steady animal, I just want to speak to the sun

Your character...... Because it's the only one who understands me best

Like a passionate rose, I understand the fire in my heart

Your cultivation...... The one I love forever for the rest of my life

Like a beautiful and refined plum, please let me tell you again

Yes! My beloved girl speaks of what is suppressed in my heart and cannot be let go

Love you, love you, love you forever – that fire

You're so beautiful, I don't know if you'll ever receive it.

It's so beautiful -- the sound waves in the depths of my soul

Lost soul, infatuated I wish: the wind will pass for me

You- The birds translate for me

It's like the red peony in the flowers, actually: it's very simple --

Beautiful and magnificent, that is: I love you

You—

It's like the white snow lotus on the top of the mountain that day

Holy and delicate, spotlessly clean

Oh! The Girl of Ice and Jade - Zhicheng [handwriting]

Oh! A girl who looks like jade and fragrant

Not only love your beauty upwards ※ Grass in Hechang No. 1 Middle School.

Love You More - Bodhisattva Heart □June 12th

When Xue Lian finished reading this sincere long poem, she was swept into the whirlpool of emotions by the hot words, and she really didn't expect Wang Zhicheng, who looked so honest and wooden, to be so sentimental in his inner world. For his beautiful feelings, Xue Lian had both a little yearning and a little fear, she bit her lip a few times, and couldn't figure it out for a while.

At this time, Xuelian can no longer be calm, if Zhicheng confesses to her in person, should she accept or refuse, Xuelian's feelings for Zhicheng are mostly the friendship of classmates and the affection of brothers and sisters. The swaggering Snow Lotus really never thought about love. After all, she is not yet eighteen years old, but now in the face of Zhicheng's love poem, she can't help but have a little throbbing in her heart, and the girl's spring love spreads on her for the first time......

Xuelian's body seemed to be frozen, she didn't expect that she was so noble and holy in Zhicheng's heart, in fact, she often talked about some dirty topics with her roommates in the dormitory, which was as perfect as what he wrote in his poems.

Now savoring this affectionate love poem, her heart is filled with a little warm romance. She folded the pages gently, sandwiched them in Zhicheng's book, and whispered in her mouth: "Brother, if this innermost feeling can bring you beauty and sweetness, then Xiaomei respects your true feelings, but now I can......'t afford it" She seemed a little insincere when she said these words.

Snow Lotus, who was in a complicated mood at night, had insomnia for the first time, leaning on the bed with her eyes wide open and not sleepy at all, the more she forced herself to sleep, the more she couldn't sleep, one was because she found her own brother in her heart, and the other was that this brother was deeply in love with her little sister who was still a minor, and she didn't know how to deal with this complicated feeling.

Xue Lian recalled the long poem he wrote to himself, and her thoughts were even more unsettled, and her heart rippled with layers of ripples, and at the same time, there was an incomparably beautiful emotion surging in her body. She turned to the left and to the right, tossing and turning. The goose yellow blanket on his body was also kicked aside. After thinking about it, she had to admit that she had always had a special affection for Zhicheng. Especially when the two recognized as brother and sister, the loneliness of sympathy made her more willing to get close to him. In addition, she really likes this poor student from the countryside, because he does not have the cheesiness and pretentiousness of urban students, but only the honest duty and hard-working spirit, after all, she also grew up in the countryside since she was a child.

The arrival of Zhicheng brought her a fresh local atmosphere. That kind of long-lost simplicity made Xuelian feel extremely warm, which made her feel like she had met a bosom friend, both excited and curious, and it was this excitement and curiosity that prompted her to frequently take the initiative to contact him. Although it is inevitable that there will always be some unknown sparks in the usual contact and interaction, she doesn't take it to heart, what are she afraid of with a few sparks, anyway, it didn't cause a fire. Even if he was once uneasy, every time he saw his wooden shyness, he threw everything out of the clouds. I even hate to touch a few more sparks with him to embellish my boring life.

Xuelian does not deny that she likes him, but she has never been able to analyze how much of this liking is "love", and even now it is just an extra layer of brother and sister love on the basis of classmates and friends. It's just that this layer of brother-sister affection is extremely strong, and now she regards him more than her brother, and she is equivalent to her parents in the balance of family affection.

Xuelian sighed slightly, simply didn't think about anything, closed her eyes lightly, and savored the heartiness and intoxication of hugging Zhicheng tightly on the grass at noon today, and suddenly felt that her whole body was fluttering, and in that relaxed and happy, she didn't know that she fell into a sweet dreamland.

Zhicheng was also excited when he lay on his back on the bed this night, after all, he really hugged his long-loved girl, the warm grease body, the flexible and plump breasts, and the refreshing fragrance, now I can't help but be dizzy when I think about it, so that my lower body is also inexplicably excited......

Zhicheng was a little embarrassed and reached out and pressed down on the baby under his belly, who knew that the more he pressed down, the more powerful it became, but he shrugged up. Dare to go against his master, it seems that he wants to rebel, and he really fulfills the old saying: where there is oppression, there is resistance.