In a word, Gu Yusheng's expression calmed down, and after a long while, he spoke, and his tone was very indifferent: "I don't know." ”

"But ......" Gu Yusheng just said two words, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he stopped.

The person who corresponded with his letters was called "Little A".

It can be understood from Little A's letter that it seems that he took the initiative to send a letter to Little A.

In his memory, he didn't seem to miss anything. However, he has always been a little puzzled, why did he take the initiative to write a letter to this person named Xiao A?

Because of family reasons, he has always disliked to tell others what is on his mind, and he also feels that the kind of hypocritical telling is a little difficult to speak, maybe the original self, alias S Jun, just wanted to find an unrelated pen pal to vent his thoughts, right?

However, no matter what, the pen pal named Xiao A has been with him for seven years...... Even though Mr. S and Mr. A are unmasked and don't know each other, in the long years they have spent, Mr. A has given Mr. S a lot of real and subtle warmth......

Gu Yusheng tilted his head thoughtfully, staring out the window as if he was thinking about some adjective seriously, and after a long while, he continued to speak: "For me, the owner of the letter should be regarded as a ...... A very important person, right? ”

The last few words of Gu Yusheng's volume were very low, as if he was asking himself.

Lu Bancheng didn't hear clearly, "Huh? "Yes.

Gu Yusheng was woken up and came back to his senses, shook his head at Lu Bancheng, said "It's okay", and continued to look at the computer.

Lu Bancheng could see that Gu Yusheng didn't want to talk more about the "pen pal letters", so he closed his mouth in amusement, watched the ball game with his mobile phone, and after a few minutes of watching it, his mobile phone vibrated in the palm of his hand.

As the bell rang, the ball game was covered by the call, and when he saw Lu Bancheng, who was wonderful, he couldn't help but complain: "Who, the ball is being kicked fiercely!" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the caller ID, and then casually said, "Xiaokou's phone?" ”

Gu Yusheng, who was working seriously on the computer, when he heard the word "Xiaokou", his eyebrow bone moved obviously, and the fingertip movements of tapping the keyboard became not as smooth as just now.

Lu Bancheng was probably afraid that answering the phone would affect him, so he held up his mobile phone, stood up, and then answered, shouting as he walked: "Xiaokou...... Why did you suddenly remember to call me? …… Invite me to dinner? ……”

Although Lu Bancheng walked out of a distance, the sound of his speech still clearly reached Gu Yusheng's ears, and the man's action of tapping on the keyboard slowly stopped, his attention became not so concentrated, and he frequently paid attention to Lu Bancheng's voice.

"Looking for me on business? Want me to help? Okay...... You said...... No, no, no, I'm not busy right now......"

Liang Cardamom called Lu Bancheng, is there something to ask him for help?

Gu Yusheng's eyes became a little lighter, his eyebrows flickered, and he quit the mailbox on the desktop without thinking about it, clicked a software out, and tapped a few times on it casually and quickly, and within a few seconds, Lu Bancheng's other mobile phone for work on the coffee table rang, and then Lu Bancheng's landline at home also rang.