Let's not mention that Sang You has been busy recently, busy with studying and skipping grades, even if she is not busy, she will definitely not want to help others deliver love letters. Just kidding, the person she has liked for so long, she didn't send a single love letter she wrote, and she gave it to others? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But it didn't take long for her to stare at the various love letters in the drawer and fall into deep thought.

Just throw it away, it doesn't feel good.

Do not throw, diaphragm should be yourself.

All to Zhou Yan, more diaphragm.

After thinking about it for a long time, all the words and feelings were condensed into one word -, Chinese characters are really broad and profound.

Sang You was about to clear these love letters, when Yu Guang suddenly came out with another hand, holding a love letter in his hand.

"Sorry, we don't offer a carryover service." Sang You said and looked up, good guy, a man, the school logo is orange, the second year of high school? What is it?

Zhou Yan's market has been so extensive, even men are competing for it? Sang You's face changed.

In terms of appearance alone, this sophomore senior has a bit of a look.

The sophomore senior handed the love letter forward: "Senior sister, it's for you." ”

"Don't, don't, don't." Sang You denied Sanlian, "I'm really embarrassed, it's too much." "She couldn't turn it over.

The boy glanced at the stack of love letters in her hand, smiled, put them on her desk, and left without saying anything.

Yang Qinning took a bag of potato chips, looked at them while eating, and after seeing people leaving, he put the potato chips in front of Sang You's eyes: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"Don't eat it."

"Your brother is so popular."

The girls in the class are in front of her all day long, "your brother" and "your brother", at first she couldn't reflect who her brother was, but then she listened to it and got used to it.

"yes, I think too." Sang You sighed and sorted out all the love letters and put them in her school bag.

The end time of self-study in the evening is 10:15, Sang You used to push back 15 minutes, and only at half past ten did she pack her schoolbag and prepare to go back to the dormitory.

She walked in the direction of the playground, and before she reached the basketball court, she heard the sound of playing basketball, the black light was blinding, the light was extremely dim, and only a few vague figures could be seen.

She stood high up the steps, staring at the dark shadows for a moment, and finally found a familiar figure.

Several teenagers moved through the darkness, laughing and cursing from time to time, accompanied by the dull sound of basketballs colliding with the ground. Another shot, missed the frame, the basketball hit the rebound and bounced, over the fence, out of the basketball court.

"Damn, can you shoot?" A boy laughed and scolded.

"Lao Tzu's skills are very good." Jian Licheng said, running to chase the basketball.

The basketball came out of the court, and he was about to climb over the fence to pick up the ball, when he saw a person standing on it, and the man had already picked up the ball, held it in his hand, and when he saw him coming, he threw the ball to him.

"Huh? Thank you, classmate. Jian Licheng took the ball.

"You're welcome."

Jian Licheng stopped suddenly: "Sister Sang? ”

"Huh?"

"Really, huh?" Jian Licheng put his arm on the fence.

Sang You smiled: "Yes." ”

Jian Licheng also wanted to ask her why she was here, but she heard her companion in the distance urging: "Did you pick up the ball?" Who are you talking to? ”

"It's coming, it's coming."

Jian Licheng hurriedly responded, he turned around as he ran, and gave a free hand to worship, and Sang You also waved his hand.

He returned to the field, threw the ball to them, and then whistled at Zhou Yan: "Guess who I saw?" ”

"Sang You?"

"How do you know?"

"Guess."

“……”

There is no sense of accomplishment at all in playing this kind of game with Zhou Yan, this person either doesn't guess, or guesses accurately. Jian Licheng, who had a very poor sense of experience, sighed and ran to play.

Zhou Yan lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat on his neck, and when he looked up, he glanced in the direction just now, in fact, the distance was quite far, and the light was still dim, he could only vaguely see a figure standing on the steps.

Sang You paced, swaying slowly, and after shaking a few laps, he found that the sound of slapping basketball stopped, and several teenagers walked towards the exit with their shoulders on their backs.

She was searching for Zhou Yan's figure when she saw a person walking in her direction.

Zhou Yan put his arm on the fence and looked up at her: "Come to me?" ”

The basketball court is a low-lying flat land, and the place where Sang You stands is a cut higher, just in the position of the fence, so she squats down to facilitate dialogue with Zhou Yan.

"That's right." Sang You handed over a stack of love letters in his hand, "Here you go." ”

She sighed: "They all seem to believe that you are my brother, and the love letters have not been broken in the past few days." ”

Zhou Yan took it: "Next time, throw it directly in the trash, don't affect your learning." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to throw it away?"

"No, it won't."

Zhou Yan doesn't know how to look at these things, even if he receives them, he will throw them away, anyone can throw them, there is no difference.

Sang You suddenly became happy and whispered: "You know no, the person who gave the love letter today is quite unexpected." A sophomore in high school, your junior. ”

“？”

Sang You: "It's very popular, Brother Yan." ”

The person in front of him is getting bolder and bigger, which can be reflected from the title, in the past, he was just a serious and well-behaved "senior", but now he not only says "brother" in a weird way, but also occasionally ridicules "Brother Yan".

"Why don't you call Brother Zhou?"

"Brother Zhou?" Sang You was stunned for a moment and hesitated, "Don't you think Brother Zhou is difficult to listen to?" There's no style at all, it's still good to Brother Yan, Brother Yan is very powerful when he hears it, right, Brother Yan? ”

Zhou Yan laughed angrily at her, and no longer bothered with the question of salutation: "Don't go back soon, the curfew time is coming." ”

"Come back, let's go." As soon as Sang You stood up with his knees propped up, he saw this man put the love letter on the ground and climbed up with both hands on the fence. This directly restored the original height difference, the boy was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, just finished exercising, he didn't sweat much, but he exuded heat, standing on his side, he only felt a strong sense of oppression.

Sang You took a step back and muttered, "Why are you so tall?" ”

"No way." Zhou Yan lowered his eyes to look at her, "How tall are you?" ”

“……”

There was a muffled laugh overhead, and then Zhou Yan guessed: "One meter six? ”

"Yes, yes, one meter six." Sang You confessed.

"That's no."

“……”

It's really annoying this person, in fact, sometimes Zhou Yan is quite vicious, it can be seen from his daily conversations with Jian Licheng that he maintains basic social politeness to people he doesn't know well, cold but not alienated, and it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable while having a sense of distance, and talking to her at the moment is simply freewheeling.

To be honest, it feels pretty good, and the distance between the two has narrowed a lot.

Sang You thought about the counter-attack phrase he saw on the Internet: "What's wrong with being short?" You see that you are so tall that you can't bow your head and bend down when you talk to me? ”

Zhou Yan: "The altitude is too high, and you can't hear it if you don't look down." ”

"Is this how altitude is used? Also, how can sound waves travel so fast that they can't be heard? ”

"How fast do sound waves travel?"

"You still ask me? I want to go myself. ”

"How tall are the trash cans in Shandong?"

"One meter six...... What do you mean? Do you think I can't climb out if you throw me in the trash? ”

"I suddenly want to ask."

"It's too much."

“……”

The two quarreled all the way, and only parted ways when they arrived at the dormitory, looking at the back of Zhou Yan leaving, Sang You suddenly felt extremely calm, and this peace came from inner satisfaction.

The dusk light and shadow were cut into pieces by the treetops, and the breeze blew through it, bringing up the hair in her ears, Sang You stood under the street lamp and watched, raised her hand to pin the hair to the back of her head, and at that moment, she saw Zhou Yan turn around, so her hand froze in the air.

She always felt that the lights and the evening breeze, the insects chirping and the hustle and bustle, were all still at that moment, and she heard the sound of a loud heartbeat in her chest, and the indescribable throbbing drove the blood in her whole body to boil.

Still stunned, he saw Zhou Yan turned sideways, the soft light hit him, and when the corner of the young man's mouth was smiling, the picture froze, like a photo, from ancient film, from a void dream, from the delusion in his heart.

Maybe I didn't think that Zhou Yan would turn back, or maybe I didn't think he would laugh. In short, this smile had a great impact on Sang You, and when she returned to the dormitory, she felt like she was floating back.

Later, after taking a shower, I stood on the balcony with a water glass, looked at the boys' dormitory uncontrollably, and my thoughts began to fly again.

unimaginable.

To this day, she will still be fascinated by Zhou Yan's laughter and become a fool.

Zhou Yan is different from those enthusiastic and unrestrained teenagers, he has a youthful spirit, but he seems introverted, occasionally flamboyant, and suddenly appears, which is rare. He rarely laughed, but more often chuckled, very softly, and if he didn't pay attention all the time, he would be easily carried over.

Sang You saw him laughing, maybe he was really happy, he couldn't help it, and when he laughed, there would be a small dimple on the left side of his cheek.

Forget when it was because of something.

Human memory is so magical, you can't remember the cause and effect, but you can remember a fleeting moment, an inconspicuous detail, a frozen picture.

At that time, in the boys' dormitory, Zhou Yan pushed open the door of the dormitory with a stack of love letters, and as soon as he entered with one foot, he was shackled by Jian Licheng's neck.

"Let go." Zhou Yan warned.

Jian Licheng looked at the love letter in his hand: "Wow, there are so many, where did they come from?" Sang Xuemei wrote? Does Sang Xuemei engage in love letter wholesale? ”

Another boy poked his head over: "Who is Sang Xuemei?" A little beauty who often appears at the door of the class? ”

"Yes, yes, that's her.

"It looks so small, Zhou Yan actually likes petite girls."

Jian Licheng couldn't help but retort: "Don't look at Sang Xuemei's petiteness, that hand strength can't be underestimated." ”

Zhou Yan ignored them, put the love letters on the desk and prepared to take a bath, and when he came out of the shower and was about to write his homework, he was distracted by the stack of love letters.

Strange to say, now that the Internet technology is developed, most of them are popular online confessions, and the popularity of fast-food love is rising, but perhaps because of the fast-paced society, slow-paced things are returning, and writing love letters has also become popular again.

The troubles that could have been solved by simply closing the social software have now come back in a different way, and they have all been handed over by Sang You, and things have become a lot more complicated.

He was going to dispose of them all, but he glanced at them, paused, and picked up the top one.

For no other reason, there are two words in the lower right corner of this envelope, Sang You.

I didn't understand the reason for these two words for a while.

He opened the letter and glanced at it a few times.

I really didn't expect that Sang You threw all his peach blossoms over.

With this curiosity, he opened the stack of envelopes and read them one by one. Jian Licheng found that he was watching, and was a little surprised: "Why did the emperor approve the recital today?" ”

"Some people play and the wrong people play."

“？”

Roughly counting, of the seven or eight love letters, Sang You received two of them.

He picked out the two letters and put them aside, and suddenly remembered the scene downstairs just now.

When he turned around, he saw Sang You standing under the street lamp looking at him, in the hazy night, there seemed to be a lot of emotion in her eyes, hot and quiet, and it seemed that there was nothing, just a simple look.

For some reason, he felt as if she had been standing for a long time, so long that he could see her whenever he looked back.