The third year of high school will start soon, and the college entrance examination is not far away, and those students who don't like to study on weekdays have begun to work hard.

In order to be able to take care of Gillian in terms of diet and daily life, Gillian's mother rented a house not far from the school to face the college entrance examination together, and I was also benefited and moved out of the dormitory permanently.

Later, it didn't take long for the house in our neighborhood to be renovated, it was the fund-raising house of my father's unit, but I still wanted to live with Gillian, since I didn't want to live, my parents didn't move in, my mother said that vegetables were planted in the field, and occasionally I still had to take care of them, so in the third year of high school, we could still eat the vegetables grown by my mother.

Gillian and I wake up at 6 a.m. every morning, wash up, eat the breakfast that my aunt has prepared a long time ago, and then go to school together.

After class at noon, we walked back, and after lunch, we went back to school, sometimes to complete mock papers, sometimes to do nothing, and went to the playground for a walk and chat.

The same goes for dinner.

The evening self-study was at half past nine, and it was close to 10 o'clock when we went back, and we always waited until everyone had left, because it was really crowded for so many students to walk out of the teaching building at the same time.

In the first semester of the third semester of high school, we would go back to watch TV and go to bed at 11 o'clock, and my aunt also acquiesced to our behavior. The second semester of the third year of high school was much more intense, and we went to bed at 12 o'clock on time every night, and the first two hours were of course to review knowledge.

One night during self-study, just out of the classroom, a boy came over and gave Gillian a letter, which startled us, and when we reacted, the boy was gone.

"Scared to death...... Running faster than a rabbit! I patted my chest.

Gillian took the letter and looked at it on the back, but she didn't find anything on the envelope, only the words "Gillian receives".

"Let's go, find a brighter place and see what's written." I pulled Gillian towards the outside of the school building, and we were already the last people to leave.

Seeing a freshly changed street lamp, we ran over excitedly.

Gillian handed me the letter, and I carefully opened it from the seal, I had already practiced the ability to open the letter.

In fact, we don't need to read it to guess the content and purpose of the letter, at that time we were still nervous and excited to open the letter, lean our heads together, and read the love letter by the street lamp.

Although it was written for Gillian, I was more energetic than Gillian.

"Wowhaha, he must be a person who writes well."

"That's not necessarily, it feels like plagiarism."

"It's definitely handsome."

"That's not necessarily, Shuai won't run so fast."

"Aren't people shy?"

"I'm very shy, I can't see what it looks like."

"It's okay, I'll go to Class 3 tomorrow to inquire about who Andy is."

"How do you know his name is Andy?"

"Didn't the letter say! It's over, it's over, our Gillian is stupid. ”

It turned out that Andy was a sports training team, that is, a special student, and they didn't need to participate in evening self-study, so they appeared at our door in order to wait for Gillian.

Later, Andy waited for Gillian at the door of the teaching building every night, and then did not speak, just followed us all the way, and waited for us to enter the accommodation building before leaving.

At first, we were a little uncomfortable, but slowly we got used to it.

I always wanted to say something to Andy, but Gillian stopped me, until one day, we felt too hot and planned to buy popsicles to eat.

"Boss, I want three popsicles." I said it out loud on purpose.

"Why do you want three, you want two?" Gillian looked at me suspiciously.

"It's not—" I said to her, "there's another man in the back!" ”

"Isn't it okay?"

"There's nothing bad about it, they're all classmates!"

I paid, took the popsicle, gave one to Gillian, and walked to Andy.

Andy was not very surprised and accepted it generously.

From then on, Andy did not follow us anymore, but sent us home openly, talking and laughing all the way, but the three of us did not mention the love letter again.