Yun Mian walked to the desk that her grandmother had prepared for herself, opened the zipper of her schoolbag, reached into the schoolbag with her little fat hand, took out a moment in the schoolbag, and took out a small pink peach heart.

She handed the little pink peach heart to Chu Yu.

"Brother Chu, this is for you."

Chu Yu stared at the small peach heart in her hand folded with pink letterhead, and her heartbeat suddenly pounded.

Could it be that this is a love letter written to him by his sister Mianmian?

Mianmian's sister is only six years old, so she knows love letters?

No, Mianmian's sister is only enlightened, she can only write aoe, how can she write love letters to him.

Chu Yu took a deep breath, calmed himself down, stared at the little pink peach heart in Yun Mian's hand, frowned and asked, "What is this?" ”

Seeing that he refused to answer, Yun Mian took one of his hands and stuffed the little pink peach heart into his palm.

"My task is complete, Brother Chu, let's write the recipe for the hot pot base now."

The fifth-grade Yang Xiaoli only asked her to hand over the love letter to Brother Chu, she had already done it, whether Brother Chu wanted to open the love letter or not was none of her business.

Chu Yu transferred to Huangshi Middle School for more than two months, and he could receive one or two love letters every week.

This little girl actually helped other women deliver love letters to him.

Chu Yu was so angry that he gritted his teeth by the little dumpling in front of him.

"Yunmian."

He rarely called Yun Mian by name and surname, and suddenly called Yun Mian by name and surname, which scared Yun Mian.

Yun Mian's small shoulders shook.

Chu Yu saw her trembling little shoulders, and his tone quickly softened.

"Who gave you this love letter?"

He took the love letter and shook it angrily in front of Yun Mian's eyes.

Yun Mian saw that he was so angry that Junxiao's face darkened, and he was busy confessing and lenient.

"It was given to you by Yang Xiaoli from the fifth grade of our school, Brother Chu, what are you doing when you are so angry, isn't it just a love letter."

Chu Yu had already restrained his anger, but when she said this, the anger that he had just suppressed rolled in his heart again.

"What kind of beauty is that Yang Yang, what benefits did she give you, let you help her deliver love letters to me."

Although it was a question, the tone of the little third master was very affirmative.

This little girl is shrewd, and she will be calculating, and she doesn't like trouble, if it weren't for the benefits, she wouldn't give him a love letter to him.

Yun Mian: "Brother Chu, people's name is Yang Xiaoli." ”

As he spoke, Yun Mian pointed to the little pink peach heart.

"The love letter has a name written on it."

Chu Yu accentuated his tone: "Don't interrupt, it doesn't matter what her name is, it has nothing to do with me, you just answer my question just now." ”

Yun Mian lowered her head weakly, the index finger of her left hand and the index finger of her right hand were together, and she said weakly: "This afternoon, our class has an art class, and I don't want to do the art handiwork assigned by the art teacher, Yang Xiaoli in the fifth grade just asked me to help deliver a love letter to you, so I asked her to help me do the art handwork." ”

Yun Mian became quieter and quieter the more he spoke, and at the end of his words, he slowly raised his head, stretched out his little fat hand, and tugged the sky blue shirt on the little third master.

"Brother Chu, I'm looking for someone else to do my homework for me, can you not tell my dad and grandparents, if my dad and grandparents know, I will be spanked."

As soon as she was coquettish, Chu Yu was out of line.

Chu Yu held his forehead helplessly.

"Then will you help others deliver love letters to me in the future?"

Yun Mian immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no matter what good things my senior sister tempts me with, I won't help them deliver love letters to Brother Chu anymore."

Chu Yu reached out and tapped lightly on the melon seeds in her head.

"If you are sensible, I will forgive you this time."

Yun Mianzheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Chu Yu suddenly grabbed her little fat hand and looked at her with a serious expression.

"Brother Chu Chu, you. Didn't you just say forgive me? ”

The last time I saw Chu Yu show such a serious expression was more than two months ago, when he was in distress in the river dam.

Chu Yu suddenly showed such a serious and serious expression again, which frightened Yun Mian a little nervous.

Chu Yu grabbed her little fat hand tightly and said with a serious face: "Sister Mianmian, really don't help those girls hand me love letters anymore, I don't like them, when you grow up, I'll marry you, okay?" ”

Yun Mian's head buzzed.

She's only six and a half years old now, and she's been thinking about this stinky boy.

Yun Mian has something square in her heart.

"Brother Chu, what are you talking about, I don't understand, I don't understand at all, let's write out the recipe for the hot pot base."

Yun Mian exerted a lot of effort in his hand, and it took a lot of effort to pull his little fat hand out of Chu Yu's hand, and then turned around in a panic and walked to the desk, taking out the homework book and a pencil from his schoolbag.

Chu Yu looked at the lawless and clever little Nizi, who was flustered like this at the moment, the corners of his mouth raised, and he suddenly smiled in a good mood.

This little girl actually understood what he just said, and she was shy.

It's better to understand, so you don't have to treat him as a brother all the time, and you stupidly help other girls deliver love letters to him.

"Brother Chu Chu, I only have pencils in my schoolbag."

Chu Yu walked to the desk and sat down, his body touched Yun Mian, and when Yun Mian handed him the pencil, he was suddenly so nervous that his tongue was knotted when he spoke.

Hearing the sound of his own stammering, Yun Mian despised himself fiercely in his heart.

Isn't it just a confession by a thirteen-year-old, good-looking, mature personality, and a wealthy little kid, she is a person who has lived for two lifetimes, and she is nervous.

Chu Yu took the pencil from her hand, smiled, and said softly: "Brother is used to it, you can read it." ”

In order to relieve her embarrassment and tension at the moment, Yun Mian coughed lightly twice and began to read: "Vegetable oil, butter, red oil bean paste, glutinous chili pepper; Ginger slap broken; Garlic, green onions, rock sugar, star anise, saname, cinnamon, grass fruit."

Yun Mian read the ingredients for boiling Sichuan-style spicy hot pot, as well as the boiling steps and precautions, to Chu Yu one by one.

Chu Yu held a pencil in his hand and meticulously put pen to paper on Yun Mian's homework book, written in small italics like a printed type.

After Yun Mian finished reading, he wrote a full page in his elementary school math homework book.

Chu Yu put down the pencil, Yun Mian stretched his neck, glanced at his homework book, and saw the rows of neat words on it that looked like a printed font, and immediately admired Brother Chu in his heart.

It's as beautiful as he is.

"Thank you, Brother Chu, Brother Chu has worked hard."

Chu Yu: "You little girl, you know to pat my ass, okay, what happened just now, I'm not angry anymore, I'm angry with you little girl, won't I be angry to death." ”

Good night and see you tomorrow

(End of chapter)