Fu Orange staggered away.

Wen Yu looked at her with a gaze that she couldn't read, but the shame was even stronger.

She stumbled all the way to her living room, hugging the pillow and curling up on the sofa with her face buried, the bedroom was not daring to enter, Wen Yu on the other end would definitely see her, she could no longer bear any of the young man's gaze.

Oh.

Ahh

The girl with her face in the pillow made a muffled "woo" sound, trembled all over, and clenched the pillow hard, and the poor pillow was strangled in half, but she didn't care, she only knew in her heart that she had done it-

Love letter, give it to him!

Give, my love letter!

What does that feel like?

There are countless shy answers on the face like small bubbles "beep and beep" one after another, and the heart is full of great joy, this joy and shame are intertwined on the cheeks, turning into the warmth generated by the two arms close to Wen Yu when he sits next to him, and the red under the red pen when he corrects her test paper.

Fu Orange Finch's body leaned back diagonally along the back of the sofa, and lay down on the sofa. There was a buzz in her skull, but there was a picture and it was so clear and obvious—

That's when she put the notebook in front of Wen Yu, and he looked up at him;

It was the slight vibration of his body when she stared at Wen Yu behind his back and read that paragraph;

It was he who suddenly turned his head and looked at himself, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes.

The girl's mood surged and changed at this moment-

Wen Yu, the boy I like, received my love letter!

Do you understand? Got it!

What are you thinking? Will you respond to me? Do you like me too? Will you look forward to a reply as much as I do? In the summer when the cicadas are calling, will you accept my confession to you?

Yes!

Forget it......

Please don't say anything, don't do anything, I don't dare to hear the good or the bad......

Let me melt it like this, turn it into a puddle of hot water, wrinkled by the gentle spring breeze; Or be burned to ashes by the scorching heat of the body, and a night breeze that is just right will drift in the sky.

Please don't hold me, be careful of burning your hands.

I, I'm still going to miss you, I'm ......

Still going to like you.

……

Wen Yu watched Xiao Qingmei run out, and heard the sound of the door "banging" next door, his heart couldn't stop surging, and a fierce joy slapped heavily from a height of dozens of meters, making him dizzy, but even if he was soaked, the corners of his mouth were still pulled, and joy couldn't help but burst out of his chest-

Haha, hahaha!!

Xiao Qingmei, this is, did you write me a love letter?!

Right!? That's right!!

This is not a poem, nor is it a fragmentary mood to share, she is clearly describing him and the world in her eyes, which is the scene that Xiaoqingmei saw on the opposite side in the afternoon.

These are three sentences of love words that are not long or short, full of wonderful hints, affectionate glue!

Little green plum ...... In the confession?

He suddenly got up and walked towards Xiao Qingmei. He wanted to hold her tight and hold her on top of him! When the time comes, don't say a word, hold her waist with one hand, tighten her back with the other, circle her, and let each other's bodies be close to each other!

Then look at her surprised expression, see her blushing face and red ears following her, feel her writhing and struggling in her arms, and panic when she can't break free!

And finally—

Kiss her!

This impulse rushed to the door of the brain with a hot and dry heat, swinging in a circle on the heart, swarming out of the throat, and the seven orifices were steaming outward, cluster after cluster! Wen Yu felt that he was crazy and restless, and there was even a trace of something wrong in his restlessness, and he had already transcended his "liking" and gave birth to a strong possessive desire for Fu Orange Sparrow.

Yes, he wants to possess that girl!

But as he passed through the bedroom door, a glare pierced his eyes, and then the cool breeze blew on his face, and he froze for a moment, agitated, and then slowly retreated to the desk and sat down.

Ball.

I was almost hooked by the budding little green plum!

Wen Yu took a breath and laughed secretly.

He looked out.

Although the sunset has not yet receded, only a trace of gray sky remains in the cracks between the buildings.

Glancing at the "picture" opposite, Fu Chengque was not there, and she was afraid that she was too ashamed to even dare to enter her bedroom.

Wen Yu shook his head with a smile, lit the lamp next to the table, and dragged it closer.

Under the light, the black handwriting on the notebook reappeared. He reread it a few more times, savoring the feelings, and then picked up his pen and wrote down his reply......

Later, when you eat, send it to Fu Orange Sparrow-

Take a closer look, my Qiao'er, her funny expression!

……

The orange finch was woken up by its parents.

She didn't know when she slept on the sofa, dreaming, and the dream was full of warmth, with a charming, pink plot. She got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash her face, and then sat on the couch and watched TV while shouting hunger in the living room, so that she could forget everything that happened in the afternoon for a while, and forget her bold behavior.

At eight o'clock in the evening, three or four dishes were prepared, and the Fu family started to eat.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was as usual.

Dad Fu was concerned about Fu Chengque's results, and after chewing the vegetables, he asked, "Qiao'er, do you have one mock exam left?" ”

Fu Orange Sparrow "Uh-huh" responded, "For the last time next month." ”

"Are your grades stable?"

Speaking of which, she's not sleepy.

The girl picked up the rice bowl and blew while picking up the rice: "Oh, I'm the second in the class now, this time in the small exam, I will be in the top ten of the grade!" Ha ha! ”

Mother Fu next to her was overjoyed, "Really! Then he desperately picked up vegetables for his daughter.

He said, "That's good, our family is really going to have a talented girl!" Your grandma must be happy. ”

Father Fu also nodded, looking at his daughter, quite happy.

When the family atmosphere was harmonious, the door opened, and Wen Yu came in from outside with white rice in one hand and a notebook in the other. He swept his eyes and saw the dining table here, and exclaimed happily, "What about eating?" ”

Fu's mother shouted happily: "Xiaoyu, come on, eat some ribs!" Braised and fragrant. ”

Wen Yu took three steps and two steps to the dining table, pulled out the stool next to Fu Chengque and sat down, put down the notebook, stretched out the rice bowl and took the ribs picked up by Fu's mother, and praised it: "Okay! I just want to come and rub the dishes made by my aunt, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I miss it so much! ”

Fu's mother said with a smile: "Eat, eat more, give it to Qiao'er, she can't finish it." ”

Wen Yu nibbled on the ribs and nodded vaguely: "Okay!" ”

Fu Chengque began to feel uncomfortable since Wen Yu came in, she only glanced at it, and saw that Wen Yu was holding a notebook in his hand, and her face turned red.

Waiting for him to sit next to him, he hurriedly hung his head and ate without saying a word, according to the past, she had to exchange words with Wen Yu more or less, saying something like "You come to my house to grab my ribs to eat, and I will go to your house tomorrow" and something like that.

But today, I can't say it.

Fu's father and mother glanced at each other inadvertently, and they both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes, this surprise was not in the state of the two children, nor in the notebook, but-

The pajamas worn by the two are actually the same style!

(End of chapter)