Wan Qiu said: "I don't know who to give the reply, and I don't write who sent the letter." ”

"Wang Yue should know." Chu Zhang asked.

Wan Qiu took a picture of the envelope with his mobile phone and gave it to Wang Yue, and Wang Yue replied in seconds as always.

Wang Yue: Remember, what's wrong?

Wanqiu: If I want to reply, can you help me send it to that person again?

Wang Yue: Okay.

Wang Yue: What's the matter, are you going to fall in love?

Wang Yue: Let's talk about it, I will now review a few small sweet essays that I have carefully saved to heal my heart.

Wan Qiu looked at Wang Yue's message, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to reply.

"Then you have to reply well, someone else wrote to you very sincerely." Chu Zhang rubbed Wan Qiu's hair.

And Chu Yigui turned to the side of them, as if he was only engrossed in the world of work.

Wanqiu is planning to reply to the letter well.

However, the time to really reply to the letter was very short, and until Chu Zhang had returned to work, Wan Qiu's reply was not finished.

Wanqiu delayed for several days.

You can't write a reply at school, and it will be bad if you are coaxed.

When he was at home, he spent most of his time by Chu Yigui's side, and Wan Qiu didn't know why, so he didn't want to reply to Chu Yigui's face.

This is not a love letter of a love letter, because there is no confession, Wanqiu can't even write a word of rejection, and replying to a letter like this feels like responding to someone else's emotions.

Wan Qiu always wanted to avoid Chu Yigui, and only secretly wrote in his room every night, but as soon as the time came, Wan Qiu's very punctual biological clock urged him to sleep.

The other party wrote a lot of letters, and Wan Qiu wanted to write more words than in the letter in order to reply sincerely.

For various reasons, Wan Qiu felt that he was so helpless that he lost his hair.

Wan Qiu took the reply home over the weekend, and the letter paper was sandwiched in the Chinese textbook she took home.

In the evening, Wan Qiu wanted to go back to his bedroom with the Chinese textbook to be memorized, and said good night to Chu Yi.

But today's Chu Yigui did not let him go.

"What's wrong?" Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui, who was holding his hand at this time, suspiciously.

"Write here, I'll help you." Chu Yigui's fingers hooked Wan Qiu's wrist holding the Chinese textbook.

Following Chu Yigui's strength, Wan Qiu was pulled back to the desk.

"What?" But when Wan Qiu'an sat down, his nervous mood came belatedly, "Today's homework is finished." ”

"You've been distracted during this time, and if you can't reply properly, it will affect your mental state a lot." Chu Yigui's voice was steady, "I'll help you smooth out your thoughts and reply as soon as possible." ”

Wan Qiu noticed that Chu Yigui probably knew that he had been avoiding Chu Yigui and quietly writing back letters during this time.

Wan Qiu was inexplicably a little aggrieved: "I don't want to write it in front of you." ”

"I know." Chu Yigui replied.

Wan Qiu lowered his head, a little at a loss: "You like me, it's too much for me to write a reply in front of you." ”

Suddenly, Wan Qiu felt Chu Yigui's hand gently caress his neck.

A subtle, intimate touch is faintly transmitted.

Chu Yigui's touch made Wan Qiu suddenly realize that it seemed that during this time, his attention had been on the envelope, and he had lost touch on Chu Yigui.

The body immediately awakened the attachment, and Wan Qiu leaned on Chu Yigui's palm.

"Even if you're going to socialize with someone else, that's fine."

However, at this moment, Wan Qiu's body suddenly stiffened.

He raised his head and looked at Chu Yigui in disbelief.

Chu Yigui is still calm, like a calm stagnant water without waves, and in the deep pupils, Wanqiu is reflected, but it is not bright.

"What does that mean?" Wan Qiu asked.

"I'm not going to hold you back from doing anything."

"What about you?" Suddenly, Wanqiu asked anxiously.

"I will be the same as I am now, there will be no change."

At this moment, Wan Qiu felt that he was completely unable to understand Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu seemed to have seen an airtight iron box, completely sealing Chu Yi in it.

And this iron box is a rule made by Chu Yigui himself.

"You mean, I can like anybody, I can fall in love with anybody, but you're only going to like me, and you're only going to love me, right?"

"Yes." Chu Yigui's voice replied steadily.

"Even if I do something, you will follow me, even if it will make you unhappy, you will follow me, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you mean that you know that you will be sad and will not make any demands on me?"

“…… Be. ”

Wan Qiu lowered his head, he looked at the desktop, and at this moment he didn't want to observe Chu Yigui's expression at all.

He wanted to hear Chu Yigui's voice.

I want to hear him take the initiative to talk about his emotions.

But Wanqiu knew that he couldn't hear any of Chu Yigui's thoughts.

There is a very strange feeling that is gradually coming from the heart.

It was dense, as if it was about to block Wanqiu's breathing, like a scorching flame rising from his heart little by little.

"Is that the right thing to do?" Wan Qiu asked.

However, this time, Chu Yigui did not give Wan Qiu a positive answer.

It's uncomfortable.

Wan Qiu felt that this moment almost made his breath burn.

"Yigui is always doing the right thing, and I always think that Yigui is doing the right thing."

Wan Qiu muttered, telling the peace of mind that was placed in his heart.

"The homeroom teacher used to tell me that all people in this world make mistakes, and what if they do.

I thought at the time, if Yigui made a mistake, then I would bear the mistake with Yigui. ”

Wan Qiu didn't know what kind of mood Chu Yigui was at this time, what kind of expression he was, and where his eyes were looking.

"Now Yigui has made a mistake, it must be a very serious mistake, but I don't know how to bear it like Yigui."

At this moment, subtle flames shuttled from his blood, wandering in Wan Qiu's body, and even angry to his fingertips.

Wan Qiu stretched out his hands and grabbed the hem of Chu Yigui's clothes, who was standing in front of him at this time.

"Why are you willing to do such a thing, don't you know that this is not the right thing?!"

At this moment, Wan Qiu's brain seemed to be burned out.

He didn't have any ideas.

"I obviously care about your feelings, don't you think I'm too much doing this now!"

Wan Qiu rarely speaks loudly and does not tear his throat.

It was the first time he had amplified his voice in this way.

Clench your hands so tightly.

Such a strong rejection of what is happening now.

"Smart Yigui, I won't do such a thing!"

Wan Qiu hadn't shed a tear for a long, long time.

The temperature of his tears seemed to burn his eyes.

Tears from the depths of my heart are not a sense of fear, but anxiety.

"I don't want your stuff."

"I don't want you like that."

Wan Qiu said something confusedly.

Wan Qiu felt that Chu Yigui stretched out his hand and wanted to hug him, but Wan Qiu directly opened his hands for some reason.

Wan Qiu felt that he was advancing, and Chu Yigui was even pushed back by him.

He grabbed Chu Yigui's collar.

At this moment, Wan Qiu felt that he might have been controlled by the devil.

He's doing terrible things.

When Wan Qiu noticed that someone was carrying him away from behind him, his hands were still clutching Chu Yigui's clothes.

Someone shook his hand and comforted him meticulously.

A gentle voice came from his ears, whispering something in his ear.

Wan Qiu vaguely noticed what seemed to be the voice of the second brother, but what the second brother was saying Wan Qiu couldn't hear clearly.

“…… Don't be angry...... Wan Qiu calmed down...... Shrewd...... Let go ......"

Wanqiu was very uncomfortable.

But the sound that vaguely entered his ears made Wan Qiu realize something in a trance.

This feeling of being so scorched that it burns everything in the body is called anger.