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"Yiyi, this love letter, this love letter¡ª" The girl's extremely excited voice was very obvious among the teachers. When get out of class was over, the girls next to her subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.
And that girl looked extremely excited, even a little surprised, "President?!"
"ah?"
"OMG."
"real?"
"I'll see, I want to see!"
When the girls next to him heard what this man said, they couldn't bear it and moved closer together.
And the girl surrounded in the middle hooked the corners of her lips vaguely, showing a shy smile, and said softly: "Well it is indeed Brother Jin Yan, I didn't expect it either."
Love letter.
Brother Jin Yan.
These six words fell on my ears, as if a bomb had dropped out of thin air, with a "stab¡ª" sound.
The pen tip left a long scratch on the original white paper, ruining the beauty of the paper.
Nan Jiu stared at the calculation formula written on it, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, his emotions were like an overturned seasoning bottle, complicated and difficult to distinguish.
"Oh my god, I saw you all very well in the morning, but I didn't expect the president to send you a love letter on the last day!"
Several girls suppressed their secret screams and looked at the love letter with glowing eyes.
On the snow-white and delicate letter paper, there are a few words, the font is elegant and sharp, and the lines are as amazing as flowing water.
Someone couldn't help but read it softly.
"You have a bright moon in your eyes, hidden in the stars, but I like me in your eyes.
I want to accompany you from dawn to dusk.
May you be polite, progressive, ideals and ambitions never set. "
Three love poems.
The signature is Han Jinyan's name.
The young man's sharp and elegant handwriting is engraved here, and every stroke is full of style.
"I'm sore."
"Wow, this is the first time I've seen the president's love letter!!"
"Yiyi, I admire you."
Amidst the envious words of those girls, Liu Yiyi stared at a cartoon sticker stuck on the snow-colored stationery.
Others just thought it was for fun, but only she knew that the sticker was put on by herself, but it was just to cover up Nan Jiu's name.
The surprise and envy in this sentence is just that she stole something from others.
But so what?
Liu Yiyi kept clenching her hand hanging by her side, and still kept a faint smile on her face, pretending to inadvertently turn her head to look at the position in the last row, a mocking smile flashed in her eyes.
By the last row of windows,
The thin girl was holding a pen and was writing something with her eyes downcast, her expression looked extremely calm and indifferent.
But Liu Yiyi knew and believed it.
Nan Jiu's heart is definitely not as indifferent as it appears now.
Calculation formulas are listed one after another on the straw paper, but the dense numbers and letters only disturb people, as if they are astronomical, and they are completely incomprehensible.
Originally, he was calculating the last big question, but at the end, even Nan Jiu had no memory of what he had written on the straw paper.
She held the pen firmly, her fingertips were pale, her long eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes, and she stared blankly at the only name written on the straw paper.
Han Jinyan.
This is the name that made her laugh and cry countless times, hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and will eventually become a memory.
Nan Jiu lowered his eyes and stared at such a name. In fact, his vision had long been blurred, and he couldn't read the characters on the straw paper clearly. His long eyelashes were wet with a teardrop.
Her eyes were red, their eyes were shaking and broken, but she refused to look away.
The crystal clear teardrops slipped down silently along the arc of the girl's white jaw, leaving a line of tears on the pale face, and finally fell on the name on the white straw paper like fallen leaves returning to their roots.
The word Yan was infected and wet.
This drop hid countless sour and bitter tears, and gradually dazzled a large piece of straw paper, centered on the word Yan, and blurred.
The three words that were once carefully held on the tip of my heart were finally blurred in the color of the water, and the black handwriting smudged the white paper.
Nan Jiu suddenly felt ironic.
What on earth is she still hoping for?
What are you waiting for?
It's all over.
The boy who affectionately called her Nan Xiaojiu, the boy who always urged her to study, the boy who quietly and patiently listened to her playing the guitar, the boy who shielded her from the scorching sun every midsummer afternoon, will never come back again.
All good experiences will eventually become the past, dusty in the depths of time, blocked and submerged.
Nan Jiu smiled.
I really like being able to write such a love letter.
She glanced at the handwriting from afar, and knew in her heart that no one could write such words except that person.
If this is the case,
Then she
I wish happiness.
past,
goodbye.
Han Jinyan,
¡¡goodbye.
Until after school, the next time we meet will be after the college entrance examination.
When Han Jinyan returned to the classroom, he glanced at the girl countless times, but he didn't get any response. He silently clenched his pen, and he didn't even think about reviewing. His beating heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Set up an ice cave.
Don't even look at him,
Do you really bother to respond?
After school,
Nan Jiu quietly packed up his things, and the number of people in the classroom became less and less, until there were only two people left.
One is her,
And the other
It's Han Jinyan.
The large and cold classroom seemed empty, except for the crackling of books, there was no movement at all.
There were only two people among them, the breeze blew through the curtains hanging in front of the window, and the oblique and dim light shrouded the classroom.
The atmosphere seemed silent and depressing.
Seeing such a snow-colored and elegant corner of his clothes from the corner of his eye, Nan Jiu subconsciously sped up his movements, and just as he carried his schoolbag, he quickly walked towards the door.
But,
But her wrist was grabbed without warning, and she stopped there with her whole body.
The strange and familiar temperature, and the emotion that was forced to be suppressed in the bottom of my heart surged up in an instant and hit my mind.
Even greedy, reluctant to break away.
Nan Jiu froze there, closed his eyes, and flashed past scenes in his mind.
Lin Jingzhu's warning, the rainy night, the boy's indifferent questioning, and that love letter.
When I open my eyes again,
Nan Jiu's eyes were cold, and he stretched out his other hand, bit by bit, loosened the boy's fingers that were clasping her wrist, tried hard to control the trembling strength of his fingertips, and said indifferently, "Is there something wrong?"
"Is there nothing you want to tell me?" His fingertips were torn apart, and they were unable to grasp anything anymore. Han Jinyan's heart throbbed unavoidably, and his dark and deep eyes were coldly locked on In the girl's eyebrows, she asked in a hoarse voice.
Nan Jiu listened to this,
It feels a little sour, but more funny.
Tell him?
say what?
In front of him, wish them to grow old together, love and love? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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