Gu Nanxing's eyes darkened, but he still smiled slightly: "It seems that you have a particularly high opinion of this person." ”

I forcibly endured the little heartache in my heart, and said very seriously: "It's not a high evaluation, for me, it's just a proper evaluation, because he himself is so dazzling." ”

Gu Nanxing clenched his fists, then stretched out again, and said very calmly: "I hope that girl I like can think of me like this." ”

I felt a slight heartache, but I didn't say anything more, and I lowered my head and began to scribble on the scratch paper.

In my eyes, he is like his name, dazzling like a star that I can never touch, but unfortunately, what he wants is never my feelings, and the girl he likes is equally dazzling.

At the end of the evening self-study class, I finally couldn't hold back the emotions that had been in my heart for a whole day, walked out of the classroom door, and went to the playground alone for a walk.

The sky was a mysterious deep blue, but unfortunately most of the stars were obscured by clouds, and that brilliant Milky Way was only seen on TV and in pictures a few years ago. But there are still a few stars lit up, and I recognize it, and the brightest one is probably the morning star.

When I got back to the classroom, I was in a much calmer mood, and I sat down in my seat, only to suddenly see a small postcard on the table, with the picture side up, and the picture was a large hand-painted sunflower.

I glanced at Gu Nanxing, but Gu Nanxing also stared at the postcard in a daze, his eyes collided with mine, and he moved away in an instant.

I picked up the postcard with some curiosity, but to my surprise, I found that this was a relatively delicate handwriting, which was completely different from Gu Nanxing's handwriting.

There are only two short lines on it: "You are Murmansk, I am the North Atlantic Current." "There is no signature.

I looked at Gu Nanxing suspiciously, and asked cautiously, "Is this...... Who's it? ”

Gu Nanxing looked at me a little coldly: "This is written to you by someone, just look at the pile of sunflowers." ”

I was even more puzzled: "Written for me?" ”

In fact, my first reaction was Gu Nanxing, but when I saw that beautiful handwriting, I felt that it must not be him.

"So who is it? Did you see that? ”

"Guess for yourself." Gu Nanxing suddenly laughed, smiled very satisfied, and then didn't say anything, lowered his head and wrote his homework.

I secretly pondered this sentence, but I still couldn't figure it out, after all, this sentence should be related to geography, but unfortunately, my geography is very poor, even, I Moormans don't know what it is, the North Atlantic Warm Current is probably a little impressed, but I don't know much about it.

I shook my head, tucked the postcard into my journal, calmed down, and quietly went about my homework.

At noon the next day, after eating, I returned to the classroom to find that there was another postcard on the table, this time the picture was Mr. Van Gogh's sunflowers, large orange and yellow, like bright and beating flames.

I flipped it over, and sure enough, what caught my eye was the unusually beautiful handwriting: "I am the Kuril Cold Current, and you are the Japanese Warm Current." ”

I scratched my head, confused even more.

It just so happened that Gu Nanxing walked into the classroom, and I immediately asked, "So who is writing this?" ”

Gu Nanxing shook his head and smiled a little evilly: "I don't know, don't worry about it, just worry about him." ”

I picked up today's one helplessly, and said weakly, "But today is another one." ”

"What is written?"

"I don't understand." I took the opportunity to give Gu Nanxing the one from yesterday, but Gu Nanxing frowned after reading it, returned the postcard to me, and asked him anything again, and he didn't say anything.

Sure enough, it's up to me to figure it out on my own.

During the evening self-study, I deliberately didn't go out, just waiting for the person to send it to the door, but to my surprise, no one came at all, I thought, probably only one a day, so I waited for the next day to come.

At noon the next day, I ate quickly, and ran back to the classroom in no more than five minutes, and when I returned to the classroom, the table was really empty, and I was happy. Unfortunately, what saddened me was that that person did not show up for the whole noon, and I was even more helpless.

At noon, after finishing the math, I suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness, and I immediately seized the short lunch break to start sleeping. When I woke up, I found that another postcard appeared on the table, it was still a hand-painted sunflower, Gu Nanxing looked at me with a frown, his tone was a little cold, and said, "Yo, it's really one a day." ”

I grabbed Gu Nanxing's arm and said, "Do you see who it is?" ”

"Well, I see."

"Who?"

"I won't tell you." After he said this, he ignored me no matter how soft and hard I was.

I picked up the postcard, flipped it over, and it was still just two sentences: "You are Mapanyong, I am Laon." Today is even more incomprehensible, this time I don't even know what Ma Panyong and Laang are anymore, I can't help but say helplessly: "Heaven and earth conscience, I really am not. ”

Gu Nanxing next to him suddenly let out a low laugh, but when I looked at him, he frowned again, his face expressionless.

I was worried all day, and on the way to dinner with Chen Lan, she finally noticed that something was wrong, and asked me why I didn't talk so much today.

"Lan Lan, ask you, you know...... What are Mapanyong and Laon? I thought about these two awkward names for a long time and asked.

Chen Lan said: "This, I know. It is a lake in Tibet, one of the three sacred lakes in Tibet, and is also known as the most holy lake. ”

I nodded, and she continued: "And Laang Tso and Mapanyong Tso are separated by a narrow hill, which is very close, but it is completely different from the holy lake, and Laang Tso is called the Ghost Lake, which means poisonous black lake in Tibetan. ”

After listening to her explanation, I didn't understand it even more, you are Ma Panyong's fault, I am Laang's fault, what does this sentence mean.

Chen Lan's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something interesting, and said, "But ah, the locals believe that one day there will be water flowing from Mapanyong Tso to Laang Tso, and they will eventually converge." ”

I listened quietly to her explanation, and suddenly had an inexplicable emotion in my heart, only this sentence was particularly romantic.

Chen Lan looked at me and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?" ”

I made things clear, she frowned, and said, "Didn't Gu Nanxing write it?" ”

"No, the handwriting is different, and his reflection is not right." I shook my head, frustrated.

"You're Mapanyong, I'm Laon, it's very well written, I don't know who it is." Chen Lan sighed, and I sighed too.