Two weeks passed.

Neither Hua Bijin nor Song Fusheng returned to Lotus Crossing.

Shen Qingjia didn't call Hua Bijin after thinking about it, but she wrote to her. This was the first time she had written a letter to Hua Bijin, although the idea of writing a letter had already sprung up countless times.

Why didn't you write to her at that time?

Because everything I had to say was written in my diary.

Yes.

Shen Qingjia has always had the habit of writing a diary. If you want to trace the roots, you have to go back to the first grade of elementary school. When she was in elementary school, her class teacher required her class to submit a weekly diary every Friday – in short, a diary from Monday to Friday. She didn't have anything to write about when she was in first grade, and everyone didn't have much to say back then. The contents of the daily diary are nothing more than a running account - what you ate in the morning, what you ate at noon, and what you ate at dinner. Had a great time at school.

Isn't it funny?

At that time, the content of Shen Qingjia's diary was like this.

Later, she began to read all kinds of extracurricular books, and her vocabulary gradually increased, and the content she wrote was also enriched. I really said goodbye to the journal of running books, and I was about the fourth grade, and since then I have been on the right track to write essays well.

Come to think of it. Shen Qingjia's face showed a look of joy. She had a happy childhood.

In her happy childhood, she had her parents, her younger brother, her flowers, and Song Fusheng.

That's nice.

Memories can be really fluttering sometimes. Shen Qingjia read the flowery reply again.

Qingjia, Zhan Xinjia.

I'm surprised to hear from you. This is the first formal letter you've ever written to me. You've shown me your diary before, but it's yours. Now I will keep this letter well, it is a token of our perfect friendship, a testimony. I've really put it away!

You said you missed me a lot. Me too.

I was forced by my dad to study at home every weekend, and my head was smoking! But I can't help but learn. I know I'm not as smart as you and Song Fusheng, and the two of you always take the first place in the exam casually. In your eyes, exams are as normal as eating, and they don't matter. I always need to work hard, hard - try hard or fail~

It's really embarrassing to be your friend. You know I don't like to be compared to you the most. Every time my mother says you're amazing, I'm very, very upset~

It seems like a bit of a stretch.

Let's get down to business. It's also a sad thing! I won't be going back to my hometown this semester! My dad said that unless I could make a comeback at the end of the semester - I would be in the top 10 of the class!! Isn't it my life! I'm now in the thirty-fifth rank in my class. It's like the sky and the earth! Qingjia! More important than not being able to come back, my dad said that if I couldn't get his wish, he wouldn't give me any extra zeros! Flower! Money!!! Then I can't buy what I like anymore! You don't say my dad is too much! Too much, right?

That kid didn't pester you anymore? Oh, that's great! Congratulations on getting rid of the pervert. But don't you really know why? If you ask me, I don't know. If you have to say it, it's probably that he thinks it's boring and doesn't want to chase you anymore. Either that's empathy. You said I was right.

Alright, alright. I can't write anymore. My governess is coming upstairs soon. I had to pretend to be very serious and pre-study, so that she couldn't see any clues.

Qingjia. Good bye. You take good care of yourself too.

- Brocade

Look at the letter again. Shen Qingjia's heart was still pounding - this was the first time she had seen her name and Song Fusheng's name so close to each other. She couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Even if it's just the names next to each other, it makes her feel satisfied.