Plot review: When Dong Lingling sorted out the English review knowledge points for Zhang Bajiu, she wrote him a "love letter" and printed it from Zhang Bajiu and Li Fengjuan's math teacher, and then brought it back to the classroom, and read it carefully over and over again when there was no one in class.

The contents of the letter:

Brother Jiu, do you remember the first time we met? The fact that you gave me a seat may not be a big deal for you, but I was really grateful to you at that time, in fact, I already had a good impression of you at that time, but I don't know how to express it, but fortunately, my tablemate gave me a bad idea and took your schoolbag by mistake. That's what happened later.

When I went to college, I really realized what a painful thing it is to have no friends to make friends with, since the dinner that day, the two of us have not had any intersection, I thought our story would dissipate in this moment, maybe in your heart I am that little episode. You also know that I am the one who has always been passive, and for you, I think about how to quickly "take you down". Maybe we'll meet this year, maybe someday in the future. But as long as there is hope, then all the waiting is also counted as a test.

I met you at this time node, I know that your mother, the teachers at school will object, but the more you object, the more you can prove love. The teacher is waiting for you in the wind and rain.

"I stew love into soup

No seasoning or sugar

Put on a little mood in the pot

Puff puff dripping

I stew love into soup

Sorrow and joy are on the side

Turn on a small stove and cook slowly

Appreciate the appreciation

I stew love into soup

Don't want to talk and refuse to publicize

Occasionally, no one is around

Taste it secretly

I stew love into soup

Ten miles of windless thyme

Infiltrate giving and giving

Clear and bright

I stew love into soup

There is no desire, no material, and a long future

Worry about when the fruit is ripe

Bustling"

Senior sister, my ability is limited, I can't write how gentle and gorgeous words, this short paragraph is just a random copy of me on the Internet, I hope, our relationship is like this soup. Anyway, you can be regarded as the joy of my youth.

Zhang Bajiu has been reading this letter, and his mouth is already smiling, it turns out that all this is in the calculation of the senior sister, he is still thinking, how could he take the wrong schoolbag, how can everything be so coincidental, Fa Xiao may have known all this for a long time, but he has been hiding it from himself. There was a feeling of being played, but there was no trace of anger, but more warmth. Whenever he wanted to give up, Zhang Bajiu would read this "article", but it was these few hundred words that made him energetic every time.

Dong Lingling has been in college since she came to college, the habit of being restrained in high school has not been able to adapt to the environment here for a long time, she has nothing to do after class, she has no habit of chasing stars, she doesn't like to play games, she doesn't like to go shopping, and she doesn't know how to put on makeup, she seems to be derailed from the world, watching her classmates play games, go shopping, and walk the playground, but she can't bring up any interest, and only when Zhang Bajiu contacts her, she realizes that time flies so fast.

Author's preview:The setting of the senior sister is not the heroine.,In the end, I definitely didn't get together with the male owner.,But after all, it's the first term of the male owner.,I still want to give the senior sister a better character.,So maybe I'll probably write about the senior sister's empathy.,After being admitted to college, it will be interspersed with the emotional line of the male binomial Guoying.,The emotional line of the male protagonist and the female protagonist will also be written out one after another.,It's basically the first time we met because of the magazine book (this has been written before) the second meeting.,Successfully together (the note left by the male owner)。