What "wishful thinking." ”

What "What kind of thing is she, Xiao Xiangyuncheng Prince?!"

What" thought that he was born in the Yi family and had Yi Shu to protect him. ”

What "You look at the Elbe of economics, if it weren't for his brother who was the first in age and tutored her every day, she would have been able to take the top ten in her grade?"

"It's not impossible for Yi Shu to help her cheat"

……

Originally, she didn't take these things seriously at all, she didn't care who said anything, she just felt that she could live a good life, and there was no need to cause so much trouble.

But during that time, I don't know why, every time I heard those people talking behind my back, my temples hurt like pins and needles.

It was as if her brain was involuntarily avoiding what she was thinking, but she couldn't remember a word.

She didn't dare to talk to Su Wan or Yi Shu, for fear of affecting them, so she could only write it on paper by herself.

At the beginning, she bought a lot of paper-like letterhead with gorgeous wheel prints at Yi's house, and when she first started writing, she was very irritable, and a piece of paper crumpled back and forth and was thrown into the trash.

Later, the headache was really relieved, as if after those things were written down, the slightest inducing factors that caused her discomfort were also defeated.

Later, there was a lot of paper, and she couldn't hide it in her room, so she found a hidden tree hole under the fir tree in the back mountain and hid all those words.

Originally, it was meant not to be discovered by others.

I don't want Yi Shu or Yi Father and Yi Mother to worry after finding out.

She was afraid that the letterhead would be rained, and when she went back to turn it over, she was surprised to find that under every one of the words she had written to vent, there was another line of words without exception.

The pen is fresh and elegant, and the handwriting is extremely beautiful.

She was not in the mood to appreciate the handwriting, she only felt ashamed and embarrassed, she never thought that anyone would find the hole in the tree, so she hurriedly collected all the letterhead and brought it back.

For a while, she didn't even dare touch the letterheads, just locked them in a drawer.

Later, at night, I couldn't help but want to see what the man had written, and secretly took a flashlight and nested in the quilt.

I thought that what I had written was naïve enough, but I didn't expect to be read by the man word by word, three hundred pieces of paper coming and going, each one, no matter how depressed and boring she wrote, he would always reply with a long paragraph.

Sometimes it's even longer than what she wrote herself, extending to the back of the paper.

One of the most memorable ones is when she heard a friend who thought she was very good saying bad things about her behind her back, and the content of her words was unbearable.

She never knew that such a thing would happen, obviously that the girl had been helping her to speak in front of her, and had been defending her in front of her detractors.

So at that time, Elbe was full of thoughts that she was really a good friend who was really close to her heart.

But reality slapped her hard.

She was sad for nearly two days, she didn't think about tea and dinner, and the piece of paper didn't know how many times it had been soaked in tears, and it was placed at the bottom.

He replied to her

"Forgive him who departs in the middle of the way, and who lies in a deceitful way.

Forgive them for appearing less and less,

Forgive them for what little vanity and time they have left;

Forgive love, discipline, and honor,

Indefinite beginning, definite ending;

Forgive the floating fate, the exhausted nerves;

Lotus and bitter gourd, both forgive. ”

Like the handwriting on each previous sheet, meticulous, elegant and handsome, it looked like a kind of indifferent and noble unruly, but it was like a beam of light that instantly shone into her heart.