The girl buried her head in the pillow,

Tears soaked most of the pillow.

"Fool Cheng Songyan, I won't pay attention to you anymore."

Good night muttered in his mouth,

The eyes were red and swollen from crying.

The box was placed on the desk.

For the first time, she received a gift from Cheng Songyan.

But....

It's someone else who doesn't want it.

In the faint rhyme of the night, good night falls asleep.

His face was stained with tears that had not yet been wiped off.

What she didn't know was that

In another room shrouded in darkness,

With the abrupt chime of the electronic alarm clock,

Ding, 12 o'clock Beijing time.

The boy who was lying on the bed,

Get up immediately.

Snap,

Turn on the lamp.

The soft light outlined his sleepy eyes,

and a perfect profile.

As usual, open the second drawer on the left hand side and take out the letterhead.

Raise the pen and write,

"Hello, my little pink girl. Today is Christmas 2019...."

His beautiful phoenix eyes set off faint ripples.

The corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

The pen is very tough, and the handwriting is exceptionally beautiful.

This is the 1825th letter.

He is marked in the bottom right corner.

He began writing to her in the second year of junior high school,

Five years have passed.

In the past 1,285 days, 109,500 minutes, 6,570,000 seconds, he has never stopped liking her.

Therefore, every time he writes a letter, there is an indissoluble tenderness in his eyes.

After all, he had been thinking about her since he was very young.

Remember, there was a time when she liked to read the letters of celebrities.

I also went to the library to borrow "Celebrity Love Letters".

At that time she was still young,

But muttering that he wants this too,

"In the past, the carriage and horse were very slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime".

She said she liked Premier Zhou's sentence,

"I have been an unwavering materialist all my life, and I am the only one who wants to have an afterlife."

I like the sentence in the afterglow,

"I never said I loved you, but I have you in my spare time."

Like John Keats's sentence,

"My creed is love, and you are its only creed."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

He began to write to her.

Most of his letters are about the good times he spent with her.

Even if it's a glimpse in a business banquet,

Or in the school raglan pass.

He would write it down in detail.

Enjoying alone for a long time.

Of course

There are also some fragments,

Between the lines are jealousy and dissatisfaction.

As if the person who wrote the letter was a child who had fallen out of favor,

is a resentful woman in the deep palace.

He cared too much about her,

By chance, when I bumped into a red-faced boy in the corridor and confessed to her,

When she participated in the drama and hugged the prince,

When she chatted with Shen Yiyan intimately.

The vinegar jar in his heart was overturned at once.

He's jealous,

Why wasn't he the person next to her.

He's just very careful.

He just likes her to the point of madness.

He....

Isn't it weird?

Because

A crush is a person's chaos.

A man's sky is falling apart.

One person's ecstasy.