The summer vacation passed in a flash, and we ushered in the second year of junior high school.

Towards the end of the holidays, I tried to talk to my father about riding my bicycle to school, and I thought he would say yes, but I didn't want him to think about it and shook my head.

The father said, "If Qi Zhengzhe is willing, let him pick him up." ”

What does it mean to "if Qi Zhengzhe is willing"? How could Qi Zhengzhe not be willing? Everyone can see that Qi Zhengzhe takes pleasure in picking me up and down from school.

At that time, I simply thought that the reason why my father was not afraid of bothering Qi Zhengzhe and insisted on letting Qi Zhengzhe pick me up was because he was worried about my safety and that there would be any accidents on my way to school. After all, I was his only relative.

Then I thought that my father actually had a different meaning.

Brother, the whole school year of the second year of junior high school is relatively dull compared to the first year of junior high school, and there are only two things worth mentioning.

First, Qi Zhengzhe found out that a male classmate wrote me a love letter.

I mentioned this briefly in the previous story. No, no, it's not Li Zheng. Li Zheng's incident happened in the first year of junior high school, and this incident happened when I was in the second year of junior high school.

There weren't many boys writing love letters to me when I was in the first year of junior high school, except for Ye Dingdi, except for "glasses", there was only Li Zheng left. In the second year of junior high school, for some reason, I would receive unsigned or signed letters from time to time.

A lot of things are the same, and if there are too many, I don't care about them. The same goes for love letters. Everyone has this experience. When I received the first love letter in my life, maybe my face flushed with excitement, maybe I couldn't sleep at night with excitement, maybe my happy little heart was beating, there were many reveries, there were many expectations, and there were many longings.

However, if love letters come one after another, you will lose your freshness, and you will be like reading a martial arts novel with the same plot - skip, skip quickly.

It's just that I didn't handle the love letter well, which made Qi Zhengzhe sad for several days, causing him to rack his brains to find the owner of the letter, and had a conflict with the owner of the letter.

The owner of the letter was a student from another class in the same grade, also surnamed Qi, called Qi Junhua.

By the way, quite a few of my classmates have the surname Qi. In Qijiatun County, there are naturally many surnames Qi.

Qi Junhua and I met in the training class of the second year of junior high school mathematics competition held by the school. At that time, in order to achieve good results, the school gathered the students who represented the school to participate in the county's second year of junior high school mathematics competition together for training, and a mathematics teacher with competition experience gave us a special lesson.

In this kind of classroom, active mathematical thinking is naturally captured by the teacher. Qi Junhua and I stood out because of this. My contact with Qi Junhua has also increased.

At first, it was a sincere exchange of mathematical problems, a sincere discussion of problem solving, and gradually a little else, such as talking about their own interests and hobbies, talking about their spare time, and talking about some strange things.

At first, the communication and discussion were limited to training, but later it was extended to other times, such as between classes. Just like Shi Jue used his recess time to see Qi Zhengli in my class, Qi Junhua also used his recess time to come to me.

The way in which each teenager visits the object of his affection is always so similar.

It can also be at the end of school at noon or at the end of the day. I also have a math problem to communicate, like Ye Dingdi, like "glasses".

And then there was this love letter.

I remember packing this love letter away. After all, the person who wrote this love letter was Qi Junhua. I admired his active mathematical thinking, and communicating with him was very helpful to my math learning, so I didn't tear it up and throw it in the trash like I do with other love letters.

What puzzles me is, how did this love letter end up in Qi Zhengzhe's hands? I remember sandwiching it in a math book!

Could it be that Qi Zhengzhe rummaged through my school bag?

No way. Qi Zhengzhe never touched my school bag.

Or was it because he always saw me walking out of campus with Qi Junhua when he picked me up the last few times, so he looked through my schoolbag when I wasn't looking?

But my schoolbag never left me, and Qi Zhengzhe didn't have this opportunity.

It wasn't like the love letter grew wings and flew to his hands.

There is also a doubt, how did Qi Zhengzhe determine that the love letter was written by Qi Junhua, you know, this is an unsigned letter.

Of course, Qi Zhengzhe decided that it was not impossible for Qi Junhua to be impossible, for example, he locked the object based on the fact that Qi Junhua always walked out of campus with me, and then found an opportunity to question, but Qi Junhua "dared to love, dare to hate, and dare to be", so the truth was revealed, Qi Zhengzhe punched Qi Junhua's face, swollen Qi Junhua's face, and things got out of control.

It is also possible that after Qi Zhengzhe locked the object, he secretly got the book where Qi Junhua wrote his homework, checked the words on the love letter and the words on the homework book repeatedly, and determined that Qi Junhua did it, and then looked for Qi Junhua.

In addition, is there any other way for Qi Zhengzhe to identify the owner of the love letter?

I'm not sure, but I know that there are other possibilities, maybe even greater.

As a result, Qi Junhua's parents went to school, my father was called to school, and Qi Zhengzhe brought three packets of milk powder to Qi Junhua, which was regarded as a nutritional subsidy.

This incident made me lose face (from an adult's point of view) but also made me grow a face (from our student's point of view). The two handsome guys fought for me and fought for me, making many girls jealous and jealous.

It's the glory of girls.

But my father was worried. Through this incident, he found that his daughter was older. It's no longer a little girl with two pigtails. There were some things he had to worry about.

So, on the night of this incident, my father and I had our first rather serious conversation. The conversation boils down to one thing: you can't have the slightest interaction with male classmates. Read with peace of mind.

I'm submissive. But I still asked in a whisper, is Qi Zhengzhe such a boy?

"How does Qi Zhengzhe calculate? He's your brother. Father said.

"Is he my brother? His surname is Qi, and my surname is Hao. So, Dad, you'd better let me ride my bike myself, right? "I took the opportunity to bring up the idea again, which my father had previously rejected.

"No, I can't. If I say no, I can't! "Somehow, my father suddenly got angry.

And I was silent. I can't tell how wronged I am. In the past few years, my father has hardly ever spoken anything to me.

The father was silent for a few moments, perhaps realizing that he had spoken seriously. He sighed, and then said, "Qiqi, Dad can rest assured that Qi Zhengzhe will take you to and from school." ”

"But my daughter is already older. Also, isn't Dad afraid of what others will gossip about us? Some people say that I am the child daughter-in-law of the Qi family. ”

"That's a joke, don't you care."

I didn't expect my father to be so indifferent to the rumors.