From childhood to adulthood, Qiao Wei didn't know how many times she had been confessed and how many love letters she had received, but she never met the person who could enter her heart.

But for a few days, a vague figure lingered in her mind.

"Qiao Wei, this humanistic pen is good. Listening to Pingping, it seems to be a vice president of our school's literature club. Zhou Ting said excitedly as soon as she saw Qiao Wei come out.

Qiao Wei glanced at Zhou Ting, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a book and flipped through it.

"By the way, didn't you get a love letter before?" Han Liping asked Zhou Ting.

"The old lady is naturally beautiful, even if the love letters she receives are not as good as Qiao Weiduo, there are too many. Which one are you talking about? Zhou Ting pouted.

"It's the one you got back last week, the light blue envelope." Han Liping ignored her boasting.

"That's it. That's it. Zhou Ting said.

Han Liping knocked on her, and then she didn't say anything more, she knew that Zhou Ting had her own ideas, and as a friend, she could only help her silently.

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In the boys' dormitory, 402 people gathered around Xu Qinghe, nervously waiting for him to put down his pen.

However, Xu Qinghe said: "What to see, it's not written for you." ”

"What you wrote for yourself must be the pinnacle of this life, of course we have to read it carefully." Liu Jiayao smiled evilly.

The crowd immediately chimed in.

"The world is a big dream, and in the blink of an eye, our Qinghe has also begun to walk on the road of no return." Someone felt it.

Xu Qinghe turned his head and looked at a few people with a smile.

"Boss, don't look at it, we're not as handsome as you." Yuan Ming immediately said.

Xu Qinghe didn't speak, just looked at them.

"Ah, it's so late, it's time to go to bed." Liu Jiayao reacted and pointed to the eleven 20 on the watch and said.

Everyone woke up like a dream and left behind Xu Qinghe one after another.

Xu Qinghe bit the pen and quickly wrote the first love letter he wrote for himself on the blank paper.

The whole dormitory was extremely quiet, only the rustle of Xu Qinghe's pen. Everyone carefully adjusted their breathing, for fear that they would disturb Xu Qinghe's lifelong events and become sinners through the ages.

It was already dark at night, Xu Qinghe looked at the letter sprinkled with a blank piece of paper, read it carefully again, nodded with satisfaction, and turned off the lamp.

The people in the dormitory had already fallen asleep, and Xu Qinghe tiptoed back to his bed, but he didn't notice that there were still eyes shining in the dark. Liu Jiayao couldn't sleep, he didn't understand what he was worried about, and he felt a sense of loss in his heart for no reason.

"Done?" Liu Jiayao opened his mouth to ask Xu Qinghe, who was about to climb to the top bunk.

"Didn't you sleep?" Xu Qinghe almost fell down and scolded angrily in a low voice.

"Awake again." Liu Jiayao didn't tell him that he couldn't sleep, it was too embarrassing, and Xu Qinghe was sinking into full anticipation, and Liu Jiayao couldn't bear to let him worry.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, and accompany me to buy an envelope and stationery at noon tomorrow." Xu Qinghe didn't doubt him, and after speaking, he climbed into bed and went to sleep.

"What is the situation in the world? It is called Qinghe to change jobs. There are double flyers in the south and the north, and Liu Jia is lonely and no one is pitied. Liu Jiayao sighed in a low voice, but Xu Qinghe didn't hear it.

Just after lunch the next day, Liu Jiayao was more anxious than Xu Qinghe, and before he digested it a little, he pulled Xu Qinghe to the cultural and creative store.

Tao Yuanming has already said that he is happy with his relatives and happy with love letters to dispel his worries. It can be seen that this love letter is a great joy in life. Qinghe, you helped people send people to bliss in the first half of your life, and in the second half of your life, it's time to temper yourself. Liu Jiayao chattered on the road.

"Why didn't your Chinese teacher get angry with you?" Xu Qinghe asked.

Liu Jiayao glanced at him and said, "This is chemical use." ”

Xu Qinghe was too lazy to talk to him, and sped up his pace to leave Liu Jiayao behind.

"This opposite sex has not yet begun to lose its humanity, and will it be returned in the future?" Liu Jiayao shouted.

"You shouldn't have been called as far as you wanted." Xu Qinghe scolded.

That night, under Xu Qinghe's angry eyes, the 402 men could only go to bed early in a gloomy manner, but no one fell asleep, and they were all secretly looking at Xu Qinghe's side.

Xu Qinghe pinched the white paper in his schoolbag, took a deep breath, as if he had made some major decision, took out the white paper, and laid it flat on the table.

Xu Qinghe copied with unprecedented seriousness.

His words trickled down the pale pink letterhead.

Qiao Wei:

I knew it was a bit abrupt, but my thoughts forced me to do it. It's funny to say, I have written countless love letters for others, but when it falls on my head, I can't write anything. There are a thousand words in my heart, but I can't say them.

To the world, you may be just a person, but for me, you have become a part of my whole world, a part of me that I can't part······ The clouds in the sky carry my thoughts, and the ebb and flow of the tide is my whisper.

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The world is very big, I haven't seen enough, but without you, no matter how beautiful the world is, it will only be boring. The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the path that you walk with your umbrella. I want to watch the sunrise and sunset with you, watch the wind and rain for the rest of my life, listen to the ebb and flow of the tide, and want to watch the sunset side by side with you, walking along the path paved with flowers. I want to climb to the top of the mountain with you to watch the mountains and clouds, and I want to walk with you along the coastline in the sun······· I want to experience with you something that I have never experienced you, and it is good to have you.

I want to play the four seasons with you, and I want to paint the picture of youth with you. The most romantic thing is not with the hand of the son, but with you for the rest of your life.

Three lives and three lives are just in vain, I never believed in it, but now I am hopeful. Spend my life and keep you safe all your life. If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you in the playground at dusk, which is my calmest and most comfortable moment.

Qiao Wei, the flowers on Mo have bloomed, can the Yiren be there? ”

Xu Qinghe carefully checked it several times to make sure that nothing was wrong, and then carefully mentioned a few big words on the payment "The world's heartbreaker - Xu Qinghe".

"Acacia breaks lovesick tears, who is a pool of tears shed for." Xu Qinghe sighed as he carefully stuffed the letter into the envelope.

He put the love letter in a book and put it in his school bag to make sure that it would not be taken by some rooster and dog thief, and then he went to sleep with peace of mind.

When the other people saw Xu Qinghe turn off the lamp, they hurriedly closed their eyes and pretended to sleep, and when they estimated that Xu Qinghe was lying down, their eyes shining in the dark.

"Qinghe." Yuan Ming whispered a few times.

Xu Qinghe didn't respond, but he sneered.

"Looks like I'm asleep." Liu Jiayao said.

"My family's Qinghe is just growing." Someone sighed.

"From now on, Qinghe won't be able to write essays." Liu Jiayao whispered.

The crowd talked about it one by one.

Xu Qinghe listened to their conversation with his eyes closed, sneered a few times in his heart and then covered his head and went to sleep.