What about writing love letters?

Haven't all the love letters been turned over, why have you revisited them?

Geng Xinyu was not calm in an instant, stopped flipping through the book, and stared at He Shiling in front of him.

See Xiao Lingling's bright smile! I couldn't help but rub my temples with my hands!

I haven't had enough of it! Her patience has reached its limit!

Well? What is this, what's going on?

Zheng Yifan took a deep breath, it's too unreliable, it's not that he agrees, his position is too unfirm!

"Little plague god, where did I offend you?"

Zheng Yifan threw away the notebook in his hand and patted the table.

The momentum still has to be there, and you can't lose the momentum if you lose anything!

Besides, he's just talking casually and jokingly, and she's going to turn it into reality again? It's like that casual mention of "make-up lessons".

Will he be able to speak in the future? In front of this plague god, he is still silent like a light rain! His eyes couldn't help but glance at Geng Xinyu again.

Geng Xinyu, "......"

Aren't you afraid of big things? Still a plague god?

glanced up and down at Zheng Yifan, and met the eyes he had seen.

Look at it, it's a beating, right?

Geng Xinyu's anger suddenly rushed up, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

But when she thinks about it, now, it's none of her business! He is stirring up trouble himself, so she can just watch the play from the sidelines.

As for what kind of love letter, anyway, there is still a week, and the people around me will get out of Yunling, and naturally, there will be no follow-up. She really didn't expect that this underwhelming person would be able to help her with her homework very seriously!

Instead of counting on him, it is better to read more prose by herself, but she is going to prepare for the essay contest in Jingyun City in April.

Thinking of this, he turned around, let go of his fist, took a deep breath, and casually turned back two more pages of the book in front of him.

Wang Xiaoxiao and Wang Xinyi looked at each other for two seconds, gloating after surprise.

Is this talking about Xiao Lingzi? Misery?

This title is too, too, too vicious. Where is it like a plague god, it's obviously a living thunder feng.

"Xiao Lingzi, he said you are a plague god."

Ling Mengchu's eyes turned back and forth twice on Zheng Yifan and He Shiling, and he laughed.

Now I watched a show, I just said that I was in a daze out of the window, I guess, Xiao Lingzi didn't hear it, now, I should hear it very clearly, Zheng Yifan, you are dead!

This handsome guy Zheng, is he in trouble with the squad leader?

Tang Ji looked at Du Xiaofeng and touched his ears with his hand, plague god? Is there such a kind plague god?

Well, keep watching the show, the show is about to be staged. Du Xiaofeng gestured to Tang Ji seriously, but he was secretly happy in his heart, leaned forward, and patted Yi Lingfei on the shoulder:

Zheng Yifan can, this title is very appropriate! This is the person he shouldn't provoke! Wait to clean it up.

Yi Lingfei smiled, didn't speak, and sat down on the table, one foot on the stool, and the other dangled rhythmically there.

Zheng Xiaoshuai, it's a debt to clean up! After this round of play, he went a little too far.

"I'm helping you." He Shiling had a bright smile on her face, and directly filtered out the three words "Little Plague God".

Well? Helping him? So kind? What to help him?

Zheng Yifan subconsciously sat back, and came again, this bright smile on his face, in an instant, became alert.

He Shiling looked at Zheng Yifan, and then inadvertently glanced at Geng Xinyu.

Zheng Yifan immediately turned his head consciously, what was she looking at?

Well, Xiaoyu is still reading a book, just like all the moments just now, turning the book page by page.

She's reading, what's there to see? He doesn't like to watch romance.

I was just about to turn my head and ask the little plague god, what kind of dumb are you fighting, but I inadvertently saw that on Xiaoyu's face, a smile suddenly bloomed between his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled lightly.

For a while, I was stunned, but I was in a trance, and a word suddenly popped up in my mind: the years are quiet.

When he heard someone's cough, he dodged his eyes and landed on the book in front of him without leaving a trace.

Slender and slender fingers, with well-trimmed nails, were gently turning over a page of a book, and a few lines of words were clearly visible on the turned pages, sliding in front of his eyes:

At a young age, if you fall in love with someone,

Please be gentle with her,

No matter how long or how short you have been in love,

……

You'll only know when you grow up,

In a moment of sudden retrospection

Youth without resentment will have no regrets......

At this moment, Zheng Yifan was completely stunned.

He is very familiar with this poem, "Youth Without Complaints", Xi Murong's poem!

He just watched it yesterday, and he even wrote a copy of Yihe!

He thought that the thick book that was almost photographed by him was the book of a well-known romancer, but he didn't want to, it was actually Xi Murong's poetry collection!

There was also a set in his drawer, and in order to snatch the whole set, he almost got into a fight with the stinky boy who was a day younger than him and refused to admit that he was his brother!

She's actually watching! She actually likes it too?

Zheng Yifan's gaze couldn't help but move to Geng Xinyu's face: the smile between the eyebrows in his eyes, the corners of his mouth that were unconsciously slightly raised, and the shallow smile were extraordinary...... Fine!

"Ahem......" someone's soft cough sounded again.

Zheng Yifan came back to his senses, glanced around, and then moved his gaze to the stack of books in front of him.

"Xiao Lingzi, do you have a cold?" Ling Mengchu's concerned voice suddenly sounded, shattering the rare silence.

"Xiao Lingzi, are you sick?" Wang Xinyi came over from behind, with a look of concern, "No wonder, I haven't spoken all along." ”

"If there is a disease to be cured, I have medicine." Wang Xiaoxiao came over from the side and pointed at Zheng Yifan, "I have cold medicine in the drawer, handsome guy Zheng, help me get it." ”

The next second, as if he suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly ran over and stretched out his hand to block it, "Don't work hard for you, I'll take it myself." You give in a little bit. ”

Yes? Zheng Yifan retracted the hand he had just stretched out and leaned slightly to the left.

"I can't see it, go to the left."

Wang Xiaoxiao stretched out a hand and touched it twice in the drawer, but he didn't touch it.

"Okay." Zheng Yifan responded and moved to the left again.

"Let's go to the left again." Wang Xiaoxiao squatted down, stretched out her head and looked into the drawer, strange, why didn't you find it?

Looking at Wang Xiaoxiao, who came to his side, Zheng Yifan turned sideways to the left again.

"That's it! You've squeezed me. ”

Geng Xinyu's faint voice sounded in his ears.

"Ouch, handsome man, what's the matter with you! Get out of the way, I'm looking for something. ”

Wang Xiaoxiao, who was busy flipping through things, coldly bumped into Zheng Yifan with his elbow.

You...... Before Zheng Yifan could speak, he was kicked on his calf again, and looked back at Geng Xinyu with a puzzled expression, "You, why are you so savage, kick me again!" ”

"Go to the right!" Geng Xinyu was next to the wall, obliquely looking at Zheng Yifan with his residual light.

You're too inch-in, you're going to let me go through the wall and sit on the balcony.

Zheng Yifan looked at Geng Xinyu who was next to the wall, and then at Wang Xiaoxiao, who was still rummaging through the drawers, and was in a dilemma.

One to the left and the other to the right, this is to let him fly out?!!

"Xiaoxiao! No need to look for it, I'm not sick, I'm just choked on a certain scenery, remember not to look at it. ”

He Shiling waved her hand at Wang Xiaoxiao and glanced at Zheng Yifan a few times.

"Oh, okay," Wang Xiaoxiao stopped, looked at Zheng Yifan, got up and sat next to him, "I'm sorry, handsome guy, I'm bothering you." ”

Disturb? Somewhere in the landscape? Don't look at indecent acts? She?

Looking at the bright smile on the face of the little plague god.

Zheng Yifan instantly began to be messy, dare to be affectionate, did they do it on purpose? I'm going, how can he just ignore this bunch of people!

For a moment or two, he thought that in this space, there were only himself and Xiaoyu!

It's just, with her, can you help like this? Really, really begging, begging, happy!

()

new