He Lianyin was lucky that day. When he stepped into the letter place, the teacher just arranged the letter box, inserted the key into the iron box and took out the letters.
He hurried to smile and hold down the teacher’s hand. After some flattery, the teacher was elated and handed him an envelope from a double-hidden classmate.
A white letter.
Being hidden in his pocket by He Lianyin is like being on fire. When he touches the position of the envelope, he will have an involuntary fever.
He has a letter with him, just like he has the sweetest heart in the world, and even his mouth smile is stained with a faint smile.
After buying drinks, he casually went back to the basketball court and stayed up until the end of the game. No one saw that he was in a better mood. He said goodbye to his little friend and sat in the car and kept smiling.
He rushed to the second floor of Hector’s house.
He Lianyin’s own room writing industry quietly didn’t make a sound.
Continue the habits of the mountain people.
No door
He walked over and took a look at it, revealing a childlike pure smile.
Hector even turn your back on him and didn’t see him smile.
The teenager also looked at her unawares and rushed back to the room for five minutes.
Soft desk lamp
The boy opened the white envelope, and his hands seemed to shake, and he was a little nervous and had a bad breath.
The letter was slowly taken out.
The teenager has a little sweat on his forehead.
Bowing his head, he read like a treasure.
He deliberately wrote to He Lianyin, and the letters written to her by different teenagers were deliberately literary and artistic, fearing that she would not look down on some unbelieving aestheticism.
The girl wrote a letter to him, and there was a faint melancholy poem in the elegant words. The letter was just right, and he was tough and pieced together the differences.
The teenager suddenly felt frustrated when sitting on a desk lamp. Her literary attainments were too deep for him to understand.
Teenagers let go and believe
Lie in your own bed
She said that he made her feel kind, and it was unforgettable to meet by chance. He didn’t understand the meaning of her letter, but he was deeply eager. He felt that Xiao Yin was lonely and wanted to make friends, and he wanted to ask him a question that was emotional.
What could be the problem?
Strangely, the teenager who always does whatever he wants is not angry about it. He doesn’t use cold violence to isolate the girl as he used to. He feels deeply infatuated and confused. His hatred for her has dissipated and turned into worry.
What is Xiao Yin’s emotional problem?
Thought the boy suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up.
He took out a Xinhua dictionary that had not been move for hundreds of year.
The dictionary has accumulated thick dust.
He blew away the faint desk lamp gently, and it seemed that because of this letter, the teenager knew that he wanted her to share her thoughts, and their cultural level should not be too different, otherwise he could not understand her and she would think that he was shallow.
I don’t feel like I haven’t read her letter at ordinary times.
Teenagers secretly resent themselves.
He sat in a comfortable home and looked through the dictionary intently and seriously. Even Song Jie called him to eat. He didn’t hear Song Jie call him several times, but no one responded to her so that she could knock on the door of He Lianyin.
"Master, it’s time for dinner."
The desk lamp boy was stunned for a moment. "Oh, I know, Song Jie, you told mom that I didn’t eat late. I just ate two loaves of bread after school and I’m not hungry now."
"Then how can I eat some?" Song Jie sound seems to have met someone from outside. Her voice is soft. "Miss, are you out? Can eat dinner. "
"Well, good evening Song Jie." He Lianyin looked at the closed door with a faint expression outside the door and asked softly, "Brother, won’t he eat?"
"Yes, the young master said that he ate two loaves of bread after school and is not hungry now."
Helian frowned slightly but didn’t say anything. Suddenly Helian’s door was opened, and he quickly covered his door and locked it.
He didn’t want anyone to go into his room.
"Who said I don’t eat? I mean, I ate two loaves of bread and ate them later. "The teenager raised his eyebrows slightly to reveal a Gherardini expression.