"A few days later, she wrote me a letter, more of a note to be exact, because it wasn't very long, and she called me 'Linjun from downstairs'. Here's what the letter says: "Lin Jun said, took out a small envelope from his pocket, took out a letter and opened it,

"HI: 'First of all, thank you for the gift! I love it! After receiving your gift, I kept guessing what you drew on the way home, but unfortunately I couldn't guess after a lot of effort! When I got home and opened it, I suddenly remembered that it was that weekend afternoon! Actually, I saw you that day! When I passed by the edge of the playground, I saw that everyone else was playing, only you were sketching quietly on the side, and it looked very different! Maybe this is the image that flashes in my mind every time I hear my classmates talk about you, "a person with a lot of character", do you often come to school to sketch on weekends? Actually, I rarely come to school on weekends, I usually read extracurricular books at home, and that day was the first time I came to school on weekends, what should I call you? After thinking about it, I still use "Lin Jun from the downstairs work", because you wrote "from the downstairs to work - Yu Yu" on the note, and by the way, I have hung your painting on the wall opposite my desk (your painting is really good!). May 9, 1995. After reading it, Lin Jun put the letter on the table, and I saw that the handwriting on the letter was very neat and delicate.

"I've read this letter many times! Every time I read it, I can see her smile and her voice in the letter. Finally I folded the letter again and put it in my folder. Every time I draw, I take it out and look at it. The 'voice' of her letter echoed in my heart that night, and it was an indescribable sense of happiness! ”

Lin Jun put the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, gradually turned out, paused for a moment, and then continued.

"That was her first letter to me, and the last, the only item with her handwriting remaining. Because we never spoke in the form of a note again."

"How?" I couldn't help but ask in surprise, and Lin Jun continued his thoughts as if he hadn't heard me.

"Since that letter, she has gone out with me to sketch every Sunday, and we have been left with our figures and laughter in the suburbs, in the meadows in the woods, by the streams in the mountains, and even on construction sites and in the countryside. Until now, I'm not sure if it's my first love, if it's my first love, we haven't even held hands, if it's an ordinary classmate, but we always sketch together on weekends, that feeling is unique to that age, it's very pure, so pure that even I feel in a trance, I'm afraid there will be no more in the future. Of course, sometimes I will imagine her body in front of me in a flash, maybe because we were too simple at that time, so that I couldn't have any adolescent thoughts, always think that it was evil thoughts or dirty, sometimes I will also think that it is actually the normal thinking of adolescence, with a feeling similar to love that is ignorant and understandable, and we can feel it each other, but neither of us has ever picked out that our relationship is puppy love, It's silently hidden deep in the heart of a room that no third person can open except the two of us. If we continue to interact like this, then we will open that window at the right time in a tacit way at some point in the future, and then everything will be rewritten! ”

I didn't interject, but continued to listen to him.

"On the weekend when she went sketching with me for the first time, we didn't have the so-called nervousness, heartbeat, and shyness, but relaxed, happy, and inexplicably happy, because we had also said hello at school before, and it was natural to say a few inconsequential words, which made me no longer have that kind of stammering expression. Our chat was relaxed and cozy, and chatting with such a beautiful girl was a pleasant thing in itself. Usually I'm sketching, she's watching from the side, and occasionally she'll take out a sketching notebook and draw me sketching, or her cartoon style, but most of them exaggerate my movements and demeanor, and it's cute and funny. Every time I put down my brush, she would pull out her cartoon and laugh. It can be said that she is not inferior to me in the basic skills of painting. Sometimes, we would tell each other little jokes that we had heard from our classmates. That's how we spent every weekend during that time. At school, we always smiled at each other, said a few simple words, and never wrote notes to each other. Because every weekend, we would all meet at the place where we first met, and then go out to sketch, and then finish the words we had saved for a week while sketching. Her family did not give her the kind of cage education, because her academic performance was at the top of her grade, her parents and teachers had high hopes for her, and she would never be locked up at home during the weekends when she should be resting, when to relax, when to study, it was very clear in her, and everything about her was almost perfect. ”