Because of the small test, the "letter" was put on hold for two days.

The content above stays at the limerick poem written by Fu Chengque to Wen Yu, Wen Yu's evaluation has been written, and Fu Chengque has time to take a look at it on Friday night.

A nonsense "Preface to the Emperor of the Orange Sparrow" is written in the center of the page, and dozens of words are neatly arranged down.

There is no rhyme, no level, and even no rhetoric, just written so dryly, Fu Chengque himself feels that this limerick poem does not even have oil.

There are two more paragraphs at the end, and some other words are written as before.

After that, Wen Yu's reply.

I thought he would laugh at the "dirt to the scum", but it wasn't the case-

[Qiao'er writes very thoughtfully.] The word "wave" in the first sentence is very good, and I think "ripple" or "lan" is also very good......]

[The above are all my opinions, if you don't agree, I will fight with you]

[You can't beat me]

[When I was a child, he beat me up a lot, and I remember them all, such as ...... I hope you will take my advice seriously and do it yourself. It's not that the time has not come. ]

Wen Yu wrote the evaluation carefully, and then provided her own opinions, and discussed with her in detail, and the content was no less than what she wrote in the past!

Obviously, she herself is just playing.

Of course, there are many places where people want to beat him. When I was a child, I actually remember the door clear! It's stingy!!

Fu Orange Finch saw that his hands were clenched into fists, oops-

I really want to hit him again! I want to fight even if I can't beat it!

Could it be that this is a habit that I developed when I was a child?!

The light is slightly orange, and it shines on the page. In the eyes of Fu Orange Sparrow, it is not light, but a little bit of tenderness.

"What fool...... "The girl whispered.

After she finished reading, she gently closed her notebook, and the time to reply was not yet up - she had to think about what to write this time.

At the end of the exam, the enthusiasm did not return as quickly as before.

At this time, the campus has long been shrouded in some kind of inexplicable air pressure, and there is no joy. In particular, the difficulty of this small test is much higher than before, which causes many candidates to feel a little explosive after the exam, and their frustrated faces can be seen everywhere.

But Fu Orange Bird was able to hide and snicker, judging from the answers to the questions, she should have done well in the small test, which was confirmed in Chen Ban's private praise on Saturday.

So much so that when she had a free mind, she thought about her own way to complete the task, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

She already has a general task process in her heart, and even the key "key" to unlock the lock is also in her hand, but there are still some conditions missing, she now only needs to carefully carve the lines and grooves on the key, and then go to the lock of the "task" and twist it lightly-

"Click", and it's a matter of course!

On Sunday afternoon, when I walked home from school, I could feel the scorching sun on my face, which was very different from spring, with a hint of summer temperature.

It's a little hot, but the orange finch walks fast.

Wen Yu asked puzzledly behind him, "What are you going to do quickly?" ”

She turned around and shouted vigorously: "Fanfan!" ”

In fact, she is not hungry, she just has something to do, and meals are only part of the task.

But Wen Yu didn't doubt him, sighed and quickly followed.

The two went home, Fu Chengque put down his things in his living room and turned around to Wen's house, and Wen Yu's shoes had not been changed yet. He saw Fu Orange Bird staring straight at him, and said in surprise: "Are you so hungry?" ”

The girl's eyes sparkled, "Very hungry." ”

Wen Yu pointed to the sofa, "Can I rest?" ”

Fu Chengque said, "I'm going to starve to death!" ”

Wen Yu pointed to the biscuits on the coffee table in front of the sofa again, "Eat some to cushion your stomach first?" ”

Fu Chengque is in a hurry, you are a clear-eyed, gentle and elegant stinky Wen Yu, I have already completed this task, let me eat a full meal and then get my hands on it, don't delay my time to become an empress!

Without thinking about it, he urged: "I want to eat the food you cooked!" Isn't it good! ”

There is a coquettish tone in this tone, and it is full of ......

Coquetry?!

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Okay." Then he put down his things and went to the kitchen.

After lunch, Fu Chengque ran back to her bedroom, sat down at the desk, spread out her tools, and began her most serious and meticulous "carving".

I don't know how long it took.

During this period, she sometimes worked hard to write, brushing and writing, with a smile on the corner of her mouth and an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes; From time to time, she paused in contemplation, biting the tip of her pen, usually at this time she would turn her head to look at Wen Yu, who had also returned to the desk opposite, and stared intently for a while, and then lowered her head again; From time to time, he lay on the table without moving, staring at the wooden finch in a daze.

But there was also a dejected collapse on the chair, scratching his head irritably.

The words on the homework paper were written line after line, and she crossed out line after line, and the original look of excitement and smugness in her eyes was gradually replaced by anxiety and impetuousness.

The sun was half slanted, the sky was full of clouds, and the air began to fall from the highs, but the wind outside was still a little sultry.

Fu Orange Sparrow sighed and tilted her head to look out the window.

A golden glow fell on the window edge of Wen Yu's side, like a golden picture frame, framing the boy inside. She dropped her pen and crawled to the bed, then leaned sideways against the window and peeked across the street.

Wen Yu was wearing headphones and was stroking his electronic keyboard, very quiet, but not silent.

The more she looked, the more delighted she became.

Maybe it's this special feeling that prevents her from completing the task simply-

She wanted to write a paragraph, a paragraph of 123 words, and then give it to Wen Yu to read it.

How easy!

It's like the exchange of "letters" between the two in the past two weeks.

It's not enough to just write "123", then "123 words" is definitely okay, because it's an "event".

She has thought about fooling around with a piece of text, Wen Yu will read it, and she will read it. Because Wen Yu finished reading the "Preface to the Emperor of the Orange Sparrow" that she wrote nonsense before, and wrote a long and detailed reply, and also scrutinized the words with her word by word.

Serious as a fool.

But it is precisely because of this that she feels that she should write a paragraph seriously, otherwise she is sorry for the precious 123 words, and she is even more sorry for the serious Wen Yu.

So she wrote, wrote, wrote, wrote a lot, wrote for an afternoon, and there was nothing she was satisfied with.

How hard!

It's so hard!

It's so hard to think of a carefully written text that meets your heart.

She inexplicably thought of "Journey to the West", thought of her daughter country, and the four masters and apprentices with unique skills almost couldn't walk there, obviously there were no demons and monsters over there, and there were no ghosts and ghosts. Now she's stuck here, too, stuck in her heart that she can fool around, but she doesn't want to fool around at all.

That's Wen Yu, the person she likes.

Two months later, she even decided to confess, so can this passage be regarded as a "love letter"?

Maybe.

She didn't know it herself.

Either way, she wanted to write more seriously, more seriously.

(End of chapter)