said that the person who saw through the red dust just didn't meet someone who could really make his heart move. It is said that people who have been in the midst of thousands of flowers and do not touch the leaves are just afraid of being hurt, not only afraid of being hurt, but also afraid of hurting that person.

Only those who have experienced loss know how to cherish more, but sometimes, they don't have to lose, they will also know how to cherish. Some things need to be learned, but some things don't need to be learned, as if a seed was planted in the heart by birth until someone irrigates it and grows into a towering tree.

Xu Qinghe never believed that there was someone who could really enter his heart, but what happened later made him have to believe it.

At night in the dormitory, maybe the second year of high school has just begun, the classes are not so tiring, the boys are energetic, and after the lights go out, no one in the dormitory falls asleep.

"Why don't we talk. How about talking about your life ideals? Liu Jiayao rolled up from the bed and patted Xu Qinghe on the top bunk by the way.

"What other ideals can there be, isn't it just to get promoted and get rich, and seal your wife and son." Someone quipped.

"Superficial. It is necessary to travel all over the country, and by the way, do business all over the country. ”

"Qinghe, what about you?"

"What else can Qinghe have, of course, to be the country's largest emotional radio station and a part-time emotional writer." Someone coaxed, "Welcome to listen to your Qinghe My field, this is Qinghe Emotional Radio." The road of love is long, and Qinghe will always be with you······"

Ideally, Xu Qinghe was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, the moonlight shone in through the window, Xu Qinghe looked at the ceiling intertwined with light and dark for a while.

"Choose a city to live in, and accompany one person to old age." Xu Qinghe said lightly.

"Huh? Qinghe, what did you say? Liu Jiayao didn't hear clearly, and asked.

"Nothing." Xu Qinghe came back to his senses and hurriedly passed perfunctorily.

"He seems to say that he will choose whatever he wants, and then he will die old." Li Xinghe tried to remember.

"Sleep. Can't get to class tomorrow? Xu Qinghe hurriedly interrupted them.

The next day, Xu Qinghe walked into the classroom with breakfast and humming a small tune, followed by several people in the same dormitory, but they all had dark circles under their eyes and drooped faces. Liu Jiayao even has a bruise on his face.

They were thinking about what Xu Qinghe said over and over again last night, and finally remembered a little bit, so they tried to make up for it again, and then kept pondering, but they didn't sleep much all night.

And Liu Jiayao was still alive and wanted to wake up Xu Qinghe and ask him to understand, but he was punched in the face, Xu Qinghe's punch was not small, and Liu Jiayao's face was bruised.

Xu Qinghe woke up in the morning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Jiayao's aggrieved face, and he was so frightened that he punched him again······

Liu Jiayao looked at Xu Qinghe's eyes full of grievances, but the two pairs of thieves' eyes turned slightly, and said to Xu Qinghe: "Qinghe, I won't ask you for medical expenses, mental loss expenses, and rehabilitation and nutrition expenses, but my face is like this, what face do you want me to see." ”

"Why don't you put on a hood?" Xu Qinghe proposed, "A different shape, more charming." Show off your manly nature. ”

"A man's true colors." Li Xinghe patted Liu Jiayao's shoulder meaningfully.

"Get out. Just talk a lot about you. Just you're icy and jade. Liu Jiayao shouted at Li Xinghe, who was leaving.

"Qinghe, do you think this is good, you help me with the knife, how about we write it off?" Liu Jiayao asked flatteringly.

"? Don't think about it. Isn't it just a slap in the face, as for it? Xu Qinghe asked knowingly, looking up and down on Liu Jiayao.

"It's not. You help me write a love letter, and I'll copy it and send it to Zhou Ting. That's all for you to beat me. Liu Jiayao suppressed the urge to beat the guy in front of him.

"Then I still have to pay for the medical expenses, mental damage, rehabilitation and nutrition, and by the way, I will help you pay the physical examination fee, you go for a comprehensive examination, don't leave any sequelae, otherwise I will have a concussion and I will have to rely on my head." Xu Qinghe said nonchalantly, "It's a pity that I met a porcelain toucher, and there is no reason to go." ”

Liu Jiayao is full of black lines.

"Qinghe, we've been friends for so many years······" Liu Jiayao began to play the emotional card.

"Come, how many times have I written for you. How many times have you been dumped? "Xu Qinghe doesn't eat this.

"I really like Zhou Ting, if you think about the girl next to Zhou Ting yesterday, I didn't even look at it." Liu Jiayao patted his chest.

"I didn't see that you still know that people are beautiful." Xu Qinghe was angry and funny.

"Forehead······ This ······ Did I say that? In short, there is only Zhou Ting in my heart. Liu Jiayao also felt a little embarrassed, but his cheeky nature made him not blush at all.

"Okay, I'll go back to the dorm and write in the evening." Liu Jiayao's sentence "Think about the girl next to Zhou Ting yesterday" reminded Xu Qinghe of Qiao Wei again, and his heart seemed to be touched by something, and he suddenly softened, and he agreed with a ghost.

"Qinghe, you are the best. If I were a woman, I would have to chase you. Liu Jiayao cheered.

The whole classroom fell silent, and then burst into laughter.

"Get out!" Xu Qinghe kicked Liu Jiayao's buttocks.

"Wow." Liu Jia also fled from Xu Qinghe's seat as if he were flying.

Qiao Wei, Xu Qinghe looked out the window for a while, and what appeared in front of her was the girl's fair face.

Throughout the day, Xu Qinghe sneaked to the back door of Class 8 after every class, just to see the girl. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he felt that looking at Qiao Wei, he would always be inexplicably relieved and happy.

Everyone in the class talked about it, Xu Qinghe's behavior was really abnormal, but after observing it for a day, he didn't find anything funny, and everyone thought he was in a bad mood, so they no longer gathered to ask him as usual.

In the evening, in dormitory 402, Xu Qinghe sat at his desk and knocked on the table with his knuckles.

Liu Jiayao hurriedly laid out the paper in front of Xu Qinghe, opened the pen cover, and put the pen on the paper, "I understand." Pen and ink are waiting, right? ”

Xu Qinghe nodded with satisfaction, picked up the pen and began to write on the paper. It's just that Qiao Wei's image always appears in his mind when he writes, Xu Qinghe tries to drive Qiao Wei out of his mind, and keeps telling himself that this is not written for Qiao Wei, this is ghostwriting.

A love letter that can usually be written in about 20 minutes, Xu Qinghe took more than an hour.

Liu Jiayao was a little incredulous, and asked, "Qinghe, are you really old?" I wrote it for so long. ”

"On the side, I haven't reached the time to close the pen, but I'm a little tired today." Xu Qinghe said angrily, and by the way, he found a reason to prevaricate.

Liu Jiayao picked up the love letter written by Xu Qinghe, copied and read it, and kept admiring: "Some people say that if you like a city, not because of its beauty, but because of your appearance······ And your presence has opened the gates of my heart······ Emotional writers are extraordinary. ”