"Haocheng, what did you write about?"

Chen Zhiyun, who was sitting beside Ruan Haocheng, accidentally caught a glimpse of the three pages of paper that Ruan Haocheng was holding densely filled with words, and couldn't help but lean his head over curiously.

"Nothing, just a few notes."

Ruan Haocheng hurriedly folded the three pages.

"How are you going to confess to Haoyan?"

"I used to think that Haoyan should like to wear beautiful dresses, so I thought about buying her a skirt and giving it to her when I confessed to her, telling her that I am willing to be like a skirt, to be her most beautiful dress ever, and to be by her side all the time."

Ruan Haocheng's eyes flashed, well, this idea is not bad, but is this skirt a little vulgar, and besides, you can't wear it in winter, right, so what should you replace the skirt with?

Chen Zhiyun's tone paused slightly, and he smiled embarrassedly, "But, now I think the skirt is too cheesy, if there is something that can be worn on her body all the time, it can not only make her more beautiful, but also make her think of me all the time." ”

What's there that has such a feature? Clothes and shoes don't seem to fit.

Ruan Haocheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he swept towards the watch on his wrist.

The watch he brought was a mechanical watch, which was given to him by his daughter-in-law, and I heard that it was quite expensive!

But looking at it, Ruan Haocheng's face collapsed again.

The daughter-in-law said that the watch on her wrist was almost identical to his, but the size was different.

"Do you have to send something when you confess?" Ruan Haocheng asked as if he was inadvertently suggesting.

Chen Zhiyun frowned, "It would be nice if it was summer, I see that some boys in our school will use flowers to weave garlands or make hearts when they confess, and then hang a small card for confession to give to female classmates." ”

It's just that because confession has a great risk, because of the fear of rejection, there are not many people who confess in public.

Garland? Ruan Haocheng's eyes lit up again.

"It's not difficult, you can buy colored silk paper (crepe paper) and tie it into flowers yourself."

"yes, I didn't think of that."

Chen Zhiyun looked surprised, suddenly stood up and walked outside the house, "Haocheng, thank you for giving me such a good advice, I'm going to buy silk paper, it will take a lot of time to tie the garland!" “

Looking at Chen Zhiyun's background disappearing around the corner of the living room, Ruan Haocheng's face collapsed again.

Why did you say it so much just now? Now that Zhiyun has used this method, can he still use it? Will the daughter-in-law say that he learned Zhiyun?

Ruan Hao let out a long sigh and began to search the room to see if there was anything that could inspire him.

Draw? He seems to be very good at it.

It's just a painting, that's too simple!

Love letter? Yes, there should be one.

Ruan Haocheng hurriedly began to write, not too long, just to express his love for her.

It seemed nice to be 'him' and 'she', but he searched around the house and couldn't find anything usable.

His eyes lit up as he stood dejectedly in front of the window and saw the still thick snow in the garden outside.

Ruan Haocheng hurriedly got dressed, ate breakfast casually, and hurried out.

After Tian Xinmiao stayed at the school to teach, the school assigned her a single dormitory, promising that after she graduated with a master's degree, she would be given a two-bedroom house.

Usually if he is busy, Tian Xinmiao will stay at school at noon.