The time is coming soon, and the guests have all finished writing.

According to the arrangement of the program team, everyone took the written letter to the wishing forest next to the temple.

According to the tradition of No. 1 Middle School, you can choose to bury a glass bottle in the wishing tree, and Zhou Shuyue buried the letter under a juniper near the temple, which is exactly the same place where she originally buried it.

It may have been raining for the past few days, the land was very wet, and it was extraordinarily loose, so Zhou Yanyue dug a small pit after digging one or two times.

Zhou Shuyue put down the glass bottle containing the letterhead, covered it with a little soil, and then used a shovel to flatten it, the action was very neat, almost in one go.

When she was done tidying up and wanted to go back, she suddenly thought of something, searched the surrounding land again, and finally stopped at a place with a small red flag.

Zhou Shuyue wants to find out his wish bottle, last summer was the deadline to retrieve the bottle, if the wish comes true, then you can take back the wish bottle, if it doesn't come true, you can continue to bury it.

Although Zhou Shuyue didn't write anything, she heard that repeating the wish was invalid, so she wanted to find her wish bottle and get it back.

Zhou Shuyue dug for a long time and finally dug out the wishing bottle that had been buried in the soil for several years.

The wishing bottle was full of dirt, she sat on the ground, patted the dust on it, and blew it twice with her mouth, and the mottled bottle had its former appearance.

It is easy to see through the section of the bottle without dirt in the middle, and there are several lines of blue ballpoint pen writing on it, and the handwriting is very faint and somewhat illegible.

But Zhou Shuyue clearly remembered that he had never written anything on that piece of paper, so how could he have handwriting?

Out of curiosity, she twisted the cap with her hand and pulled it off with great difficulty.

It was a brand new, piece of paper from an old plane, pointing straight to five years ago, with the words on it.

"Zhou Shuyue, I will write you in the future, I hope you will wait for me."

This is a sentence that is almost confessional, but it is extremely subtle, through the words that are sharp in the line, but temporarily hide their light, write down all the thoughts of a young man.

Zhou Yanyue was very surprised, when she was a student, she was almost chasing the backs of others, and she followed the same trend behind her back, but she never thought that in the shadows, there would be people who would write her into the future.

And the strangest thing is that this font looks very familiar, but Zhou Yanyue can't tell where it is familiar, and she always feels that she has seen it somewhere.

She was puzzled, picked up the bottle, looked at it carefully, the bottle shook with her turn, making a crisp sound, Zhou Shuyue squinted into the mouth of the bottle, and found that there was still something in the bottle, she turned the bottle upside down and poured the thing out.

It is a head rope, and there is a small rabbit on the head rope, which is a popular style at that time in Mingzhou No. 1 Middle School.

At this moment, Zhou Yanyue also determined that this head rope was also hers, because this rabbit did not have a right ear, and it was broken by her.

When Zhou Shuyue came back from the wishing tree, the whole person began to be absent-minded.

"What's the matter, Zhou Shuyue, didn't you write your wishes, I see that after you came back, you didn't look very interested." Ding Qianhao saw her abnormality, threw her a bottle of soda, and asked loudly.

"You say, is there really someone who has a crush on someone and doesn't say it when he is killed, and the person concerned can't feel it at all."

Zhou Shuyue belongs to the kind of person who does what he wants, and never recklessly reckless.