(a)

The afternoon of the first day of the new semester. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I came to the shooting range to meet you, I had already signed more than 10,000 letters that day.

They fill the English corner of the classroom.

The whole school team was talking about it. So, you know that too.

I wanted to see you all day, but when I actually stood in front of you, all the words in my heart were suddenly gone. I'm just blank, but the waves are standing in front of you.

You look at the look on my face, smile and say, "What's wrong?" Why do you have such an expression? Isn't it supposed to be happy? I've heard about it, congratulations on your award. ”

I said with a sad face, "Congratulations." I'm dying of sorrow. ”

You laughed and said, "What are you worried about?" ”

I said, "I don't know what to do with those letters." ”

You say, "What did you write, and why did you never talk to me?" ”

I said, "I thought it was just a normal essay, and it would be fine to turn it in." I didn't expect to win the award at all, so I tried to write it casually, and then the teacher suggested some revisions, so I transcribed it according to the teacher's corrections. I've forgotten about it. Who would have thought it would be so troublesome. ”

You smile and say, "In this case, you are probably the only student who does not feel happy and proud in your heart." ”

I pursed my lips and didn't speak.

You say, "Can you show me what you've written?" ”

I shook my head hesitantly. I said, "It's better not to look at it." ”

You say, "What's wrong?" Don't want me to share the beautiful text? ”

I said, "Because it's written, it's a bit fake, and some of the plots are made up." I, I feel embarrassed to show it to you. I watched it myself again, and I felt a little blushing. ”

You say: "The proposition essay, the grading criteria are there, and sometimes, it is inevitable to make up a little bit." ”

I said, "But I really don't want to write anything like that." I don't want it either. ”

I'm looking at you.

I said, "If God gives me the opportunity to choose, I don't want anything, as long as you can be good, always be good." ”

You look at me.

You say, "Am I not good?" ”

You say, "It's a good learning opportunity to go through these things that you haven't experienced." Together, we can learn how to face it properly. ”

You say, "Do you need someone to help you with these letters?" ”

I'm looking at you. I said, "Isn't it going to be too hard for you?" ”

You smile and say, "It's just a letter for help, it's not hard." ”

You say, "I can see ten lines at a glance." ”

You say, "I'll ask Kaohsiung to help you ship all the letters." Put it here, the place is spacious. ”

(b)

Kaohsiung soon drove to the school and transported all the letters he had received to the shooting range.

When he came to the English corner of our classroom to carry a sack, he said to me, "It seems that I was born to carry things for women." ”

I looked at him. I said, "If you're not happy, you don't have to come." ”

Kaohsiung said: "Happy! I'm happy! I'm so happy to see that you have such a lot of handsome little guys in love. ”

He whispered to me, "Because, they can't reach you, and can only salivate at the pictures in your publications from afar, while I can carry their letters on my shoulders at any time, and moreover, I can carry them all on my shoulders." ”

He smiled brightly, flicked the sack, and carried it on his shoulder.

He said: "At this moment, I am full of strength. ”

I took a breath and looked at him, and walked away so complacently that he looked like a robber who had just been robbed from the Old Summer Palace.

A girl next to her came over and asked, "Xinxin, is that your brother?" Wow, your brother is so handsome, look at that bulging muscle! And that head! ”

I said, "He's not my brother." ”

The girl said, "Then who is he?" ”

She smiled and said, "He's after you?" Look at him, as soon as he sees you, his face smiles like a flower. ”

I said, "He's a robber." ”

I said, "A very cultured, robber." ”

(c)

We were looking at the letters together.

You help me with the initial sorting. You read it first, and if you think it's interesting, then hand it to me.

You say, "What are you going to do with these letters?" ”

You say, "It takes a lot of time to reply." ”

I said, "I didn't think I'd reply." ”

You say, "Well, some of the people who wrote the letter are going to be disappointed." Then, you hand me a letter, and you say, "Like this person." ”

I took your letter and saw a picture of a 10-year-old girl with no lower limbs.

At the beginning of the letter, it reads: "Sister", and at the end of the letter, it reads: "I wish my sister would write back to me." ”

I'm looking at you. I said, "I, I'll reply some." ”

You say, "I'll write the envelope for you." ”

(iv)

During a break in training, I lay on a chair and wrote back.

The tip of my pen moved quickly across the letter, and the paper rustled.

I heard you say behind me, "This kind of writing posture will affect the development of the spine." ”

You say, "Go to my desk in my office and write." When it's training time, I'll have someone call you. ”

You helped me open the office door.

You watched me walk inside with a large pile of letters.

Your eyes say a little to me. It's been a long time since you've said that to me.

I follow your eyes to the table. I saw a thermal cone, which was placed there.

I'll look back at you. You smile at me, and you turn away.

I opened the insulated cone and saw a steaming bowl of wontons inside. Next to the insulated tube is a spoon wrapped in a napkin.

Underneath the napkin, your handwriting reads in the bottom corner of a blank training form: "Eat while it's hot, and comfort you." ”

I looked up in the direction you disappeared.

All I saw was a closed door.

I looked at the door, read the note you had written, and, with reluctance, tore it apart.

(5)

We stopped in front of a green mailbox.

You helped me remove the bulging sports bag from my back.

You unzip it, and it's full of letters of reply.

What's in the envelope is my handwriting, and what's in the envelope is your handwriting.

Together, we put the letters into the mailbox one by one.

We held one of the letters at the same time.

Just as I was about to let go of you, you suddenly grabbed my hand.

You hold on to it very hard. Until I felt the suffocation of my soul again.

I said, "What's wrong?" Stomach hurts? ”

You shake your head.

You look at me.

You suddenly say, "Think too much about time, stop now." ”

You say, "I want this moment to be eternal." ”

I'm looking at you.

You say, "But, that's not possible." ”

You say, "No way." ”