Thinking of this, Wang Jinbao's thoughts were instantly excited, and he thought to himself, is this the legend, there is an arrangement in the dark! Everything is providential! Because when he was folding the letter just now, he remembered that the last letter was the ninety-ninth, and this letter happened to be the hundredth letter written by himself to Li Chunyan.

Thinking of this, Wang Jinbao suddenly felt a little lost, because although he wrote a hundred letters, but received very few replies, this is acceptable because of the tight curriculum of college students, but say a thousand things and ten thousand, after all, it is really on paper, love in the virtual world of the phone, continue to persevere, in case the bamboo basket is empty, then it will really cry without tears!

Wang Jinbao breathed a long sigh of relief, and then thought about it if he didn't insist, or didn't launch a general attack, then everything could only stay in a beautiful imagination, and then falling in love was like a derailed meteor like rain, but the scene of the meteor shower was very beautiful, but the meteors that had been baptized by the atmosphere and the meteorites that had been found in the world were few and few, just like a lot of people who fell in love. When you get old in the future, you can also pat your chest and say that you have no regrets in this life, because you are an ordinary man, although your life is unremarkable, but you have created the most bizarre in the world! The most perfect! The most romantic love, then rolled his eyes, so he immediately picked up the pen and added a paragraph on the last page

"Baby, until today I accidentally found out, this is the hundredth letter I wrote to you, thank you for all the time, obscure companionship and tireless teaching, to commemorate this special moment, I am afraid that the future letter will be written too much, look at your eyes sleepy, heart too tired, fingers hurt! In that case, I will not only feel distressed, but also reluctant, so I decided to prepare in the future, write you a thousand words, with nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, condensed into six words, although it is not a real rose, but please believe that if you want, one day I will be this flower, the roses painted on it, will become a flowery red rose! Hope you enjoy! ”

Then Wang Jinbao quickly turned over the letter paper after writing, and began to write Li Chunyan's Li character with a small red flower from the first page, but when he wrote a small flower and a small flower, Meng Jun's red eyes widened, and he asked extremely puzzled

"People have Alzheimer's disease, they have nothing to do and tear up the newspaper to play! You have nothing to write the letter, don't you hurry up and put it in the envelope, you have nothing to do in the back, what are you doing with so many small flowers, do you have ADHD, or do you have to laugh at the rivers and lakes to see too much, and start to worship the East Undefeated to practice painting orchids, are you ready to practice orchid fingers?"

Wang Jinbao glanced at it, and said with a smile while carefully looking at the horizontal and vertical

"Hey! If you can become a person like the undefeated in the East, it will not be in vain! It's a pity that we are just a nobody in the East, and we may not be able to leave any name in the future! As for whether I'm ADHD or I'm going to practice the Sunflower Classic, you're bothered about it! You don't need to know exactly what I'm doing, because I don't understand what I'm doing! You'll find out later! ”

Meng Junhong looked at Wang Jinbao's eyes and leaned in front of the letter, as if he wanted to get in, drawing an unnamed flower, and shook his head extremely helplessly

"Hey! What a pathetic doll! I don't know what stimulated me again, it seems that I am really sick! I don't care what you're doing, but I absolutely know that you're not doing something normal! I'm too lazy to care! ”

Meng Junhong shook his head carelessly, flipping through the book that he didn't know if he could understand, Wang Jinbao glared fiercely, he wanted to have a good theory, but he needed more than a dozen small flowers for a single horizontal, and the most important thing was that the size of the flowers was the same, nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers for a night self-study, which was indeed a very big project, so he didn't respond, and continued to carefully draw his own small flowers.

Soon it was time for self-study, Wang Jinbao counted while drawing, and just counted nine hundred small flowers, but Li Chunyan I love you six words have been written, but there are still nine small flowers that have not been painted, and then he blew the somewhat sour fingers of the painting, thinking that it is almost over, the little girl is impossible, like a person who has nothing to do, boring to count how many small flowers, but just when he was about to fold, he didn't think much about it, because as the girl goes, girls in love, some IQ is not only zero, but many are still negative, In case the little girl has a whim, she can't count enough nine hundred and ninety-nine little red flowers, saying that she can't even draw fake roses, and what rose language she says, she has no sincerity at all, and she is purely fooling people, so that her nine hundred and ninety-nine are not only painted in vain, but the romantic atmosphere has not been created, but has become a downright and unreliable person.

Thinking of this, Wang Jinbao scratched his head, thinking that the six words on it, when painting, all of them were drawn along the paper, it can be said that adding a flower is like painting a snake, but nine flowers can not be painted, what is suitable for painting, when he racked his brains, thinking about the nine roses, perfectly integrated into the whole letter, suddenly his eyes lit up, because he remembered a buddy who said, girls who have never been in love, those are budding flowers and bones, only which point is broken, then girls can become, the most beautiful woman in the world.

At this time, Wang Jinbao bit his mouth, thinking how to embody this point with nine small flowers, at first he thought about drawing a small flower in the middle, and then around the middle of the flower, the outside painted eight, but then think about it, if the outside of the eight flowers, and the inside of the connection, it is not like a plane football, if the time comes, Li Chunyan, said that he painted a ball, let the family get out, or drew a full stop, to draw a clear line with others, when the time comes, the mouth is bitter to find someone to say, then close his eyes Li Chunyan I love you, silently read a few times, I felt that there was nothing wrong with this sentence itself, but it seemed to be missing something when it read it, so I suddenly patted my head hard

"Oops! I'm so talented! Isn't that one less exclamation point! ”

Then he began to draw four small flowers diagonally in the blank area next to your words, followed by five small flowers on the right, and spent a big circle, when he tossed the nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers, all of them, carefully folded the letter paper, and put it in with the passbook, and kissed it fiercely, but I didn't expect all this to be seen by Meng Junhong and Guan Yinjiao, and almost said in unison

"Are you sick?"

(End of chapter)