During another lunch break, Meng Meng put the report to the "unit" in an envelope and took it out of the classroom.

Wen Yu was going to go out to play football, looking at the letter book on the table, he simply threw the sneakers back into the cabinet, and picked up the book as if no one else was around, Hello Kitty and Xiao Maruko were eating noodles around the letterhead, and the top page of the letter paper was still with rare marks, but Meng Meng's writing has always been dragon and phoenix dancing, chickens flying and dogs jumping, it seems that just one letter contains all types of hieroglyphs in the world, and it is not clear what is written.

When he took out a pencil and scribbled it lightly on the paper, Wen Yu's hand trembled a little, he wanted to read the content of the letter, but he was afraid that his mind would be more upset after reading it. When the two thoughts of "don't look at indecent things" and "find out" were in the middle of a struggle in his heart, "cough! Wen Yu suddenly heard the voice, his voice was very sharp, and the owner who already knew the voice raised his head and saw Meng Meng standing there with his hands behind his back, staring at the pen and paper in his hand with a pair of surprised eyes.

The paper is hers, the pen is his, the anger is hers, and the embarrassment is him.

"Meng Meng, are you coming back so soon?" For the first time in many days, he looked like he knew her well, and he used the name that was neither far nor near—there were a few girls in the classroom pretending to be flipping through magazines, but all eyes were turned to this side, keeping a real eye on the impending battle. He had already come up with an excuse in his head: "I want to borrow two pieces of letter paper from you to use ......", but found that if he didn't talk to a person for too long, the nerves connecting the brain and tongue would strike without a fight.

Meng Mengzhu was there, still not speaking.

"Finished with the letter?" As soon as these words came out, Wen Yu's morale dropped again.

"Take the stamps! You are slowly appreciating, the 'love expert' is going to send a letter......" Meng Meng didn't take back the letter paper from Wen Yu's hand after speaking, but just raised his eyebrows at him, shook the stamp in his hand, and turned around gorgeously and walked out of the classroom again. Wen Yu sat there, his face was red for five minutes in the afterglow, but in the end, curiosity overcame reason, since he was a villain, he simply carried out the wicked to the end, and meticulously painted the whole paper to look good, and many girls who were watching the battle just now also gathered around to take a look.

"Wen Yu is thinking about it, what is this word?" Wen Yu, who was surrounded, suddenly had the feeling that the educated youth went to the countryside to read big-character posters to the villagers.

For the first time in his life, he saw a living account, and Wen Yu saw a small half, feeling that he had become a helpless primary school Chinese teacher, who was correcting the essays of students who were not angry. The most valuable piece of information in the entire letter turned out to be the lunch recipe for the past few days. No wonder Meng Meng didn't care about the content he watched, it was really plain as water.

"And so many typos?" Seeing the last few lines, Wen Yu felt a line of cold sweat slip down his ears and temples, the original text is as follows:

"BY THE WAY, AFTER MAILING THIS LETTER TODAY, GO WITH ZHAO YEYE TO EAT LIU MEAT SEGMENTS. Love you, Meng Meng! ”

THROWING THE PAPER ASIDE, WEN YU BURST INTO TEARS WITH NO ONE ELSE LAUGHING, IT SEEMS THAT LOVE EXPERTS DON'T NEED TO HAVE ACADEMIC QUALIFICATIONS, AS LONG AS THEY KNOW HANYU PINYIN, IT'S ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH THE REVIEW OF THE "UNIT".

After the incident, Meng Meng never said a word to Wen Yu. Before the two people did not speak, the word "more" was used to emphasize, emphasizing the significant increase in this trend: because two people who have not spoken may speak one day when they have the opportunity, and not speaking means that they are completely strangers.

The two of them looked at each other occasionally, resolutely speechless, and dozens of days passed like this second by second.

A week before the midterm exam, Zhao Yeye invited a few good people out to eat on his birthday, Wen Yu had to sit opposite Meng Meng because he arrived late, and the two of them changed from shoulder to shoulder in the classroom to face to face in the restaurant, only to find it even more embarrassing.

Zhuang Xiaopang bought Zhao Yeye a cake with carrots and nuts that was very fashionable at that time, and chattered while helping to cut it, "Your mother specially instructed me, your tooth is broken again, sometimes you don't brush your teeth seriously at night, try to eat less sweets such as cream cakes in the future, I will go to the supermarket at the school gate in a few days to buy you a mouthwash, it is the lemon flavor you like......"

"Wen Yu, what can you add again?" Zhao Yeye didn't want to listen to Zhuang Xiaopang's annoyance, grabbed his curly hair with one hand, and handed over the menu with the other, only to feel the atmosphere awkward.

Wen Yu didn't answer the food card, and directly asked for the waiter's water bill, exaggeratedly wrote a page of "LIU meat section", and then handed it to Meng Meng: "Meng Meng, what do you think of this dish?" ”

"I like to eat this dish, so you can't write this word!" Meng Meng had a surprise on his face, not realizing his intention in writing to her like this.

Wen Yu suddenly found that his sarcasm had no effect at all, but at the same time, he also discovered that Meng Meng might really be a little simple and cute. He also realized that maybe Meng Meng didn't intend to isolate him, but he had gone too far as a boy.

Except for this brief relaxation, Wen Yu and Meng Meng were so stiff for almost a month, but they didn't become colder as the weather cooled. Sometimes Meng Meng would roll up his tablecloth and take it home to wash when he was packing up on Friday night, and sometimes he would give Meng Meng a Coke with a stiff face after playing football. Wen Yu occasionally even longs for another year and a half, and he may become a non-professional pantomime star.

Everyone in Class 6 stepped into their own roles, except for Wen Yu.

In the morning, Zhao Yeye and Zhuang Xiaopang would walk in front of their feet, and Zhuang Xiaopang always carefully helped Zhao Yeye hold the scarf and gloves, as if holding a holy decree.

Jin Ting and the rat also came to school together, Wen Yu knew that the rat rode a bicycle with Jin Ting to school in order to "pass by", got up earlier than the chicken every day, and went around most of the Beicheng Ring Road, the result was that he had to add a chicken thigh to eat two portions of lunch at lunch, and when the big man laughed at him, the rat said that this was the form in traditional Chinese medicine.

As soon as the big man who returned to the classroom after morning exercise sat down, he began to carefully wipe his baby basketball with a rag, as long as the frost on his eyebrows dripped on the basketball, he was very patient to wipe it again, sometimes repeating it several times, although he did not listen to the class, as long as he did not make a sound, the head teacher's board wipe generally would not fly over easily.

The champion is still buried in front of the desk at seven in the morning and nine in the evening to do the questions, and he finished the full set of 53 in the first year of high school, and he has to use up several books just for the straw paper at the end of the day.

The big white in front of him was still sleeping dimly, and only when he was so thirsty that he couldn't stand it would he get up and blow a can of milk.

Wen Yu suddenly began to miss the summer that had just passed. The summer in Beicheng is very hot, the sand and dust are very large, the mosquitoes are very poisonous, and they are never likable, but this summer has left Wen Yu with vague and ignorant memories...... All the scenery is blurred like water, and finally it is not so cold, but cool.

One summer night, he threw out a mobile phone, but picked up a bond. It turns out that bonds accompany people for a lifetime, and they cannot be thrown away like throwing objects.

Before receiving Xu Kexin's Goodbye Email, Wen Yu wrote an Email to Xu Kexin every day.

In Wen Yu's email, there is never a running account of three meals a day, there are no typos and Chinese pinyin, sometimes a few words and a line are scattered, it seems to have some literary brilliance, but there are still many words in the draft box, and there is no chance to send them out.

Sitting in class boredly pinching his fingers, he and Xu Kexin met at the age of 13 to break up at the age of 1200, less than 1,200 days. But he couldn't figure out how long it would take to end such a long habit, 1,200 days, or more.

Wen Yu calmly analyzed the reason why he was easily replaced by a boy in a foreign country. Or she doesn't know how to please girls, and she has never mentioned a word to Xu Kexin to express her emotions, which Meng Meng is much better - although the article is full of typos, she knows how to write "love you" on the sign. All girls look forward to love, most girls regard romance as love, some girls tears ripple when they get sweet words, and some girls may not be able to bear the loneliness of being separated by a water. Meng Meng spent less than one-tenth of his time with his boyfriend, but he and Xu Kexin used the word "love" many times.

"I officially fell in love with him in my second week with him."

"I feel like I love him, and I have to tell him all my thoughts in a timely manner, including the recipes."

"The simpler you love, the happier you are, just like friends. Relaxed, fun, so it's good......"

Meng Meng did not hide her love words when chatting with Zhao Yeye, and Wen Yu sat on the side to listen, her face was like Chen Shui, and she didn't say a word.

During the lunch break, Meng Meng took out a white packaging box, and then took out a new mobile phone in front of Wen Yu, inserted the card, installed the battery, buckled the cover, turned it on, and then the first one to go to his number.

After Wen Yu reported the number, she was thinking about whether she saved her number first because it was closest or something else, when she heard her chatter: "It turns out that this mobile phone also has the function of setting a blacklist, which is really practical." ”

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, women do not let the eyebrows. Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh secretly, and she felt for her: It's really relieving.

After having a mobile phone, Meng Meng and her boyfriend still insisted on using the ancient communication protocol to communicate, or she felt that it was a kind of sincerity and seriousness implemented in paper and pen, or when she borrowed a mobile phone from Wen Yu to call her boyfriend, she couldn't send a letter because of military training.

Wen Yu is only used to sending text messages and emails, because in his opinion, such a thing as "letter" is a very formal written promise, even if the correspondence between lovers is an important oath and cannot be abused, Meng Meng's fast-food correspondence is a kind of blasphemy against feelings. Meng Meng always went against his concept, didn't even tell his boyfriend his mobile phone number, and only occasionally took out his mobile phone when he was on the phone with his girlfriend in junior high school.

Zhuang Xiaopang hurried to write his homework as soon as he arrived at recess, and the big man always pulled him to play ball with him, "How can I live without days, and I still write homework after class." ”

"Zhao Yeye always calls me at night to ask questions, I have to set aside time." Zhuang Xiaopang waved his hand, and he was reluctant to raise his head, as if he had become the second champion.

Rat only has two things to do during recess, telling jokes to Jin Ting, or listening to Jin Ting's jokes. Sometimes the two of them laughed too loudly, waking up Dabai a few tables away. Da Bai rubbed his worried eyes, then took out a carton of imported 2 liters of pure milk from the desk, unscrewed the lid and drank it all in one go. Be in a daze for a few seconds, then continue to sleep. Someone has roughly calculated that Dabai drinks two milk packages like this every day, as for why it is not three or more, it is probably because his schoolbag is not that big, or it may be because he does not have so much time to be awake.

Wen Yu also has only two things to do between classes, go to the toilet and spit out smoke rings, or lie on the desk and try to sleep until the next recess.

Wen Yu and Fan Wu were attracted by the physical education teacher and pulled into the football team, becoming the only school team athletes who were not admitted to the sports test in this class of Beijing High School. He still changed his clothes as soon as he returned to the classroom, and then put his shoes in the locker in a regular manner, but changed the Coke to green tea.

Wen Yu and Meng Meng sat in the corner, behind them was the back wall of the classroom, in addition to two rows of lockers on the back wall, there were also thumbtacks fixed on the big list of previous exams, and the number below his name was almost fifty to her—a total of fifty-two people in the class plus the newly transferred.

Meng Meng never seemed to look back at these big lists.