"Dear Xu Qingwei personally enlightened:"

The first thing that catches your eye is this line of words.

What a criticism, dear Yigang.

Xiao Yao flicked the letter in his hand with his fingers, letting it unfold, and the letter paper made a rustling sound. He craned his gaze and continued to look down.

"Writing letters has never been my specialty, and for you, my heart has been full of excitement for the past two days. So, I chose to write to you in the middle of the night when I just finished my homework. ”

Xiao Yao shook his head.

You can't do this.

"Before I read this, I knew I might have some concerns, but I wasn't. It's just that I know that if I don't fight for it, I have nothing. ”

I'm worried about your grandmother's mouth, Xiao Yao thought. It's only been two days since I transferred to another school, two days, comrade, who are you sending it?

"You are like a ray of light that shines into my dim day......"

Don't say it, I still feel a little bit of the same way.

The Gospel of John begins by saying that the light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not receive the light......

Xiao Yao continued to look down.

"I used to think that life is a linear journey, and to miss it is to miss it. But then I found out that some things are reincarnated, fatalistic, and there is no way to escape from fate before it is finished. ……”

Xiao Yao: "???? ”

I don't know why, but I'm jealous.

Neuropathy.

There are several pages of gorgeous words that are turned over and over again, and the content is empty, which makes Xiao Yao feel a little ashamed of being a literary and artistic youth with him.

It's a sick sentence, isn't it? Leave him alone, it doesn't matter.

The incongruous sound of sawing wood during the orchestra's rehearsal sounded again, which made Xiao Yao's brain ache.

The girl who played the oboe sounded like she was about to die.

Really, there are so many people participating in clubs of this level.

"Stop, stop!" Teacher Wu, who teaches music, shouted loudly.

Xiao Yao lowered his head and looked at the letter writer's signature, Wei Sidong.

Wei Sidong, man, you got my attention.

Xiao Yao took out his 2B pencil, thought about it and changed it to a neutral pen, picked up the pen and began to write a reply to Shen Jie in a deliberately reduced font.

"Classmate Wei Sidong, Zhanxin is healthy."

Xiao Yao first expressed his heartfelt thanks to Wei Sidong's classmates for his love, and then praised the other party's writing talent, and then turned his pen to talk about the "Code of Conduct for Middle School Students" and "Daily Code of Conduct for Middle School Students", encouraging the other party to have no distractions, study hard, and make progress every day, and so on, and so on a bunch of nonsense that he doesn't believe.

Looking at the number of words on the graph paper is almost 600, Xiao Yao consciously gave a love letter to someone for the first time, writing a little too much, for fear that the other party would have the illusion that there was still hope, so he hurriedly finished, saying that he was going to study in Midi in the future, and he had already had his heart, and everyone would still be good friends and classmates in the future - regardless of whether the positions before and after were contradictory or not, he hurriedly closed the pen.

It's really hard to be a popular beauty, Xiao Yao thought about it as he opened the second letter.

The second letter, which says it is a letter, does not even have a single Chinese character.

That's actually a painting.

A simple sketch of a boy leaning sideways and a girl facing him (in a nutshell, face to face), holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that looks like roses.

Don't say it, it looks okay.

Although we are also laymen, we can't understand it, but it's okay to just look at it.

On the side of the painting, this passage was written.

“Quand toutes les feuilles tomberont

Et les amours reviendront

C'est commea

Si c'est commea”

Xiao Yao: "......"

What the hell is this?

Today's young people spend a lot of money in order to pretend to be realistic.

On the back of this page is written QQ: XXXXXXXXX

I also drew two horizontal lines, and it looked like I had scored 100 points.

I didn't even have a name.

Oops, you're tugging.

Xiao Yao didn't really want to reply to this person.

In fact, there is nowhere to go back, because I don't know who he is.

Unless you go and add that QQ.

Garbage is overbearing.

Xiao Yao secretly complained in his heart, stuffed the painting back into the envelope, and then opened the third letter.

The third letter is also not long, only a thin page, but both the letter and the envelope are exquisite.

The boy's handwriting is very beautiful and beautiful.

The letter reads as follows:

"Whether you're going to travel far north,

Then I will give up the decision to go south.

Which city will you go to,

After all, I had the heart to follow.

Time flies like this,

We may not have a day together.

I would like to bury this love deeply,

Until memories turn to ashes.

Will you come with me?

After going through the meeting, but the endless concern in my heart,

Leave behind all the grievances of the world,

Growing up in the midst of the impermanence.

Come with me, okay,

Don't let your mind struggle in the cold wind,

Follow me, you won't be afraid,

Let's create that warm home. ”

"Poof-" Xiao Yao laughed, and Mr. Wu, who taught music, and several members of the orchestra club all looked back at him.

Xiao Yao raised his hands, stuck out his tongue, and apologized to them.

The front is still well written, not to mention how well it is written, at least you can see the rhyme.

Although it has changed three rhymes.

And the last sentence "create that warm home together" is really too Geng.

Well, it is right for Xiao Yao's laughter.

Xiao Yao feels that there is a very wonderful place in this poem, with profound meaning.

The first verse of it actually says to follow the woman, which is the most common lie that men use when they pursue women.

When it comes to the last stanza, I can't hide it, my true nature is revealed, and I accidentally tell the truth, which becomes "follow me".

The "Model Love Letter" by the short and tight is also similar.

The first verse says, "I am the oak tree you sit by the window, I am the book you hold when you first weep, I am the candle you look at on the spring night, I am the clothes you wear in autumn." ”

In the second verse, it becomes "I want you to open the window you hang in the summer, I want you to take my hand and wander in the afternoon, I want you to look at me and look at you, and then silently tell me how sad my first love is......"

From "I am your ......" to "I want you to ......", the switch is so fresh and natural, it is worthy of being an exemplary love letter.

Let's take him Xiao Yao himself, when he first learned that Shen Jie was his future wife, he didn't care about it, he just wanted to get her as soon as possible.

As for the son-in-law? If you have a son-in-law, you will have a son-in-law, and I will be willing to drink and wash my feet.

In just a few months, and Shen Jie have developed to this point, Xiao Yao has slowly become greedy.

I want to be able to have a more equal marriage when I get married in the future.

I want to occupy greater initiative and dominance in the process of falling in love.

Are all men like this?

Man, there's not a good thing.

Wait a minute.

This guy named "Lin Yu" is still a poet?

Yu Luying and I were the only people who subscribed to the "Poetry Magazine" in the school, because the number of poets was too small, and the "Poetry Society" was forced to close.

And now there is a third poet?

Although it seems that it is only at the level of junior high school students.

Could it be a freshman in the first year of high school?

You might as well make friends and ask if he wrote the poem himself or copied the lyrics.

Xiao Yao decided to meet this "rainy" classmate for a while.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to report to Shen Jie the big news that "there was a third poet in the school", and then saw two missed calls and a few unread messages.

Oh yo, I forgot to look at my phone for so long.

Xiao Yao opened the unread messages.

A smile froze on his face.

Without thinking, he picked up his school bag, stood up, and trotted all the way to the door of the music classroom.

The teenager's movements attracted the attention of a small group of people.

"Yu Luying!" He lowered his voice and shouted to Yu Luying, waving his hand.

The sound of the rehearsal instrumental music stopped, and Xiao Yao attracted most people's attention this time.

Many eyes were cast in unison in the direction where Yu Luying and Xiao Yao were.

"What are you doing?" Yu Luying reluctantly, with an impatient look, stood up with her cello in her arms.

Xiao Yao shook the mobile phone in his hand at Yu Luying.

-- Dividing line --

Shen Jie quickened her pace, trying to get rid of the black shadow behind her.

It was a small man, a little shorter than Shen Jie, wearing a black dress and a dark hood, as long as he hung his face, his whole face would be shrouded in shadows.

Obviously, this person wants to be as unobtrusive as possible, but in the three-dimensional reality, dressing up like this can make anyone who has seen him unforgettable, and then retreat.

Shen Jie recognized at a glance that this was Zhang Zhengkai.

After deceiving him last time and saying, "Xiao Yao and I have already passed that", Zhang Zhengkai ran away, and Shen Jie thought that he would give up.

Unexpectedly, he actually blocked the gate of the new school on the second day of school.

Shen Jie didn't want to talk to him, so she picked up her schoolbag and turned around and left.

While walking, he also sent two text messages to Xiao Yao, and seeing that he didn't reply immediately, he made another call, but no one answered.

Forget it, Shen Jie thought.

As the vice president of the Karate Club of the Seven Girls in the original city, it is completely easy to deal with an untrained and short young man like Zhang Zhengkai.

What's more, with her understanding of Zhang Zhengkai, although this person is unclear, it is difficult to imagine what he will really do to himself.

So at the beginning, Shen Jie was not very scared.

Until "Zhang Zhengkai" opened his mouth to speak to her.

At that time, Shen Jie had already walked to the triangular pavilion under the bridge near the school, and the "Zhang Zhengkai" approached her quickly like a ghost.

"Do you think you'll be able to escape?" The dark shadow's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a creepy evil aura.

That wasn't Zhang Zhengkai's voice.

This person is not Zhang Zhengkai.

Shen Jie's body trembled, as if she had been stimulated the primal instinctual fear deep in her genes, and her mouth was dry in an instant, and she wanted to try to cry out for help to passers-by, but as if she had fallen into a nightmare, she couldn't make a sound.

In this state, she couldn't use her fists and kicks to attack the other party, but instinctively fled.

As she walked, she forced herself to compose.

The girl quickened her pace, hoping to get rid of the stalker as soon as possible.

She walked as fast as she could, glancing behind her back from time to time, trying to confirm the other man's location.

The black shadow deftly avoided the crowd at the rush hour after school, always following Shen Jie's footsteps closely. His eyes were cold and sinister, revealing an irresistible malice.

Shen Jie felt that the two gazes from behind her seemed to be able to penetrate her heart, making her hair stand on end.

The maiden could feel that this was pure malice, no, it should be the purest hatred.

When she saw a 110 sentry box, her eyes lit up, and she rushed up eagerly to ask for help.

"Tracking?" The auxiliary policeman said suspiciously, looking over Shen Jie's shoulder and looking behind her.

Shen Jie turned around and wanted to point out the black shadow to the police, but the black shadow was gone.

In broad daylight...... There are no auxiliary roads and forks on this road, Shen Jie thought suspiciously.

After bidding farewell to the auxiliary police, Shen Jie went around the road several times, and made sure that no one should be following her anymore, so she walked back to Xiao Yao's house.

While going around in circles, she called Xiao Yao again, but no one answered.

Shen Jie wanted to call Yu Luying, but she didn't want to give that little ...... anyway Little things call.

Bypassing a crowded street, Shen Jie entered a narrow alley. By this time the sky had darkened slightly, the alley was dimly lit, and the graffiti and cracks on the walls looked dilapidated.

It's far from the main road and there are few pedestrians, and Shen Jie realizes that it may not be a good idea to take the side road at this time – even if she goes around in circles, she should take the big road.

However, the moment she turned around, Shen Jie saw him again.

The girl gasped.

The dark shadow stared at her in silence.

Then, one of his hands poked out of his wide sleeve, a cold glow in the setting sun from beyond his fingertips.

That's a handful...... Switchblade?!

(End of chapter)