Since the first "close" contact with Yu Qingya on the school podium, Hetale has been thinking about her day and night, and his head is full of her.

Hetale often recalls the faint fragrance he smelled when he stood beside Yu Qingya.

"That's your imagination, right? There is no fragrance, at most it is the smell of laundry detergent or hand cream. Xiao Yanzhen said funny.

Hetale always smiled shyly and didn't refute.

After the start of the new semester, every time it was time to study on his own, Hetale always couldn't control his neck, and looked back in the direction of Yu Qingya every once in a while. After being discovered by Yu Qingya, she will blush for a long time.

At night, lying under the covers, Hattale asked himself, "Do I really like her?" Xiao Yanzhen teased mercilessly, "You are bewitched by her beauty!" ”

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. …… I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. The troubles of youth! It's all the same. Xiao Yanzhen said to herself naturally.

"Do you still know the Book of Songs?" Hatale asked with a grin.

"I'm a military attaché, and I'm not illiterate. Why, I still studied government school for two years. Don't underestimate people. Xiao Yanzhen said.

"Eating and drinking, men and women, man's great desire. I'm already an adult, so it's not too much to like girls, right? ”

"Why does it have to be her?" Xiao Yanzhen asked helplessly.

"Why can't it be her?" Hattale asked rhetorically.

"This ......, hey! No way. What kind of fate is this?! ”

After speaking, Xiao Yanzhen stopped talking.

Due to the rapid improvement in academic performance, the attitude of the teachers and students in the class towards Hattale has also changed 180 degrees. Especially in English class, Hettal has gone from being a negative teaching material criticized by teachers to being praised as a model object.

"If any of you can achieve the score of the Black Towerer, then you can also skip the exercises. If you can't reach it, do every roll honestly. Did you hear me? Liu Ning, the English teacher, said to the class.

Since then, Yu Qingya has also looked at Heitale differently. Therefore, Lin Qingya didn't mind the occasional "strafing" of Hetale's gaze.

Think about it day and dream night night. Dreaming at night, Hetale often dreams of Yu Qingya. A dream recurred, and Heithara never got tired of it.

In the dream, a couple face each other, standing in a Western-style church. The groom, dressed in a crisp black suit and a crimson bow tie, is none other than Haitala himself. Opposite him was a bride in a snow-white wedding dress. Hetale looked at the bride's face affectionately, it was Yu Qingya. At this moment, she was wearing no glasses, her fair face was made up sweetly, and her two watery eyes reflected the happy and smiling face of Hetale.

"Groom, you can kiss your bride!" The pastor reminded from the side.

He Tale couldn't wait to kiss Yu Qingya's heartwarming lips. Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and then his eyes turned black, he lost consciousness, and his dream came to an abrupt end.

This feeling of unfinished business often reminds him of this dream. 's fascination with elegance also made Heitale fall deeper and deeper.

Sometimes in class, Hetale will unconsciously wander. When he was in self-study, he couldn't help but daydream, fantasizing about the good times he and Yu Qingya had together. When I think of comfort, I laugh out loud inexplicably.

Hetale was no longer satisfied with looking at Yu Qingya from afar. He began to consciously eavesdrop on Yu Qingya's situation and learned some of her personal information. For example, her birthday is March 15, which is the same day as Consumer Rights Day. For example, her feet are 36 yards. For example, she likes light blue. Also, she loves to listen to Mao Buyi's songs, and so on.

He also took advantage of the opportunity to clean the classroom, carefully collected Qingya's hair that fell on the tablecloth one by one, put it in a small sachet, and carried it with him every day. So much so that for a while, Hetale felt that he was really a bit psychopathic.

Hetale has always wanted to express his love to Yu Qingya, but his long-term inferiority complex has made Hetale's face full of shyness.

Writing love letters was the first thing that came to mind. But he always felt that writing love letters was a very old-fashioned way of courting, and only people of their parents' age would do such things. So I haven't put pen to paper. And he was afraid that he would be speechless when he faced Qingya. So, in desperation, I had to start the creation of love letters.

Hello! Elegant:

I remember the first time I met you, it was in the women's toilet in the mall. At that time, I was delirious and went in the wrong direction. It's embarrassing! You must be thinking I'm a pervert, right?

Fate is really wonderful. We became classmates. Over the years, I've found myself losing control of my eyes. They always like to stare at you, so much so that I can't concentrate on my studies anymore, and even dreaming at night is a shadow of you. I thought, I must be in love with you.

You are so beautiful, so good, so good, there must be a train of boys who like you.

……

"Not good! No way!" Hattale muttered to himself as he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket at his feet.

Dear Qingya,

What kind of fate made us meet again. To have the opportunity to spend a year and a half together.

This must be the will of God. You are my goddess. Your smile tugs at my heartstrings. You are the Yiren on the water side, a gentleman and a fair lady. I'm really lucky to be able to meet you and see you every day.

If a man can see you every day, be with you every day, hold hands, and walk together, then he must be the happiest man in the world besides your father. I want to be this man too.

……

"No, no." As he spoke, he once again crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

He wrote it many times and finally completed his masterpiece.

Lesser:

Allow me to call you that!

You're the first girl I've liked in the 18 years I've been born. The sight of you makes my blood boil. I can't even control myself from looking at you. You have an incredibly powerful attraction that captures my heart firmly. At this moment, my heart belongs only to you.

You were the first girl to walk into my dreams. Because of you, my dreams have also begun to become colorful and wonderful. I want to walk into your heart and hold your hand through every spring and autumn. Whether it's a bustling street or a secluded island, I just want to walk with you in this life.

……

Paper is short and long. Waiting for your answer.

Tale

Hattale carefully folded the love letter and placed it in a light blue envelope, tucking it into a thick counseling book.

Hetale lay down on the bed satisfied, once again falling into the endless fantasy of being with Yu Qingya.

Soon, the sound of black tower snoring began to grow.

In the dream, Hetale and Yu Qingya's fingers are interlocked, you and I are nong. They traveled together and experienced one fantastic scene after another. In the meantime, they also did some shameful things. When he woke up in the morning, he found that he had lost his dreams again.

Xiao Yanzhen wanted to persuade Hetale, but he didn't know where to start.

In the sleepless night when Heita Le tossed and turned because he was hesitant to send a love letter, Xiao Yanzhen could no longer hold back the depression in his heart, and his emotions rushed out like a tide.

"There is an old saying, called red face and bad water. Haven't you noticed that your mind has often been sluggish during this period of time, and when you do a problem, your mind is thinking about some messy things? You can't just think about women all day long! In ancient times, how many emperors and generals ended up having nothing or even losing their lives because of their love for beauty. Xiao Yanzhen said to Hei Tale with a worried face.

"Do you like her, does she like you? Are you her type of person? If you're not his favorite type. So do you think you have a play? Are you strong enough and handsome enough to give a woman enough security? Do you know her? Know her family? Xiao Yan's questioning was like a cannon, poking at Heitale directly.

Before Hei Tale could answer, Xiao Yanzhen immediately said, "The ancients all said that they were right. Since ancient times, beauties have been matched with heroes. She's a member of the class and one of the top 30 in the school! And you're just 400th in the whole school. There are still "thousands of mountains and rivers" between you and her! If you want to get her blue eyes, you have to match her at least. You've got to prove that you're worthy of her! If you're like you now, I'm afraid it won't be long before you're back to rock bottom. ”

"I ......." Hetale was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

"Now, everything in your mind is an illusion, just an illusion with Yu Qingya's appearance, mixed with your favorite personality state in your mind, that is not the real Yu Qingya, the Yu Qingya imagined in your mind may be completely opposite to the real Yu Qingya. Have you ever thought that maybe Yu Qingya is not suitable for you? You just fell in love with her at first sight, and fell in love with her appearance or a certain charming look. Do you want to live in the fantasy world you weave all the time? Xiao Yanzhen asked seriously.

"I really like her! Brother Xiao, she is the only girl I like so much! Can't you fulfill me? Don't I even have the right to love someone? Hetale said with some excitement.

"What do you love for Qingya? Sweet talk? Northwest wind? A lie? Wake up! You're so different, do you think she'll look down on you? I repeat, do not be deceived by the illusions imagined in your own mind. Is it fun to deceive yourself? Crush is nothing more than self-touching. Pointless. Xiao Yanzhen said angrily.

He didn't speak again. He got up and got out of bed, opened the curtains, and looked through the glass window into the deep night sky. The night sky was clear, the moon was shining, and a touch of white moonlight was sprinkled on the face of Hetale. He fell into deep thought, his eyebrows furrowed, and then calmed down.

After a long time, Hetale closed the curtains, walked to the desk, pulled out the counseling book with love letters, pulled out the blue envelope inside, and tore it to shreds in one go.