My Ome, she gradually swells

Chapter 239 123... It's too difficult!

Because of the quiz, the "letter" was put on hold for two days.

The above content stayed at the doggerel Fu Chengque wrote to Wen Yu. Wen Yu's evaluation had already been written, and Fu Chengque had time to read it on Friday night.

A nonsense "Preface to the Orange Sparrow Emperor" was written in the center of the page, with dozens of words neatly arranged down.

There is no rhyme, no flatness, or even any rhetoric, just writing so dryly, Fu Chengque himself feels that this doggerel does not even have oil.

There are two more paragraphs at the end, and some other words are written as before.

It was Wen Yu's reply that followed.

I thought he would laugh at the "soil to dregs", but this is not the case——

[Qiaoer writes very thoughtfully.The word "波" in the first sentence is used very well, and I think "川" or "兰" are also very good...]
[The above is my opinion, if you disagree, I will fight with you]
[you can't beat me]
[When you were young, you beat me up a lot, and I still remember, for example... I hope you will take my advice seriously so that you can do it yourself.It's not that the time has not come. ]
Wen Yu carefully wrote the evaluation, then provided his own opinions, and discussed with her meticulously. The eloquent content was actually no less than what she had written in the past!

Obviously she was just playing around.

Of course, there are many places that make people want to beat him up.Things from childhood actually remember Men Qing!How stingy! !
Fu Chengque watched so much that his hands were clenched into fists, alas——

I really want to hit him again!I want to fight even if I can't fight!

Could it be that this is a habit developed in childhood? !
The light of the lamp is slightly orange, shining on the paper.In Fu Chengque's eyes, what it sprinkled was not light, but bits and pieces of tenderness.

"What idiot..." the girl whispered.

After reading it, she gently closed the notebook. The time for replying has not yet come - she must think about what to write this time.

At the end of the quiz, enthusiasm did not return as quickly as before.

The campus at this time has long been shrouded in some inexplicable air pressure, and there is no joy.In particular, the difficulty of this quiz has increased a lot compared to before, causing many candidates to explode after the exam, and frustrated faces can be seen everywhere.

But Fu Chengque was able to avoid sniggering. Judging from the answers to the questions, she should have done well in the quiz this time, which was confirmed by Chen Ban's private praise on Saturday.

So much so that she thought about how to complete the task in her mind when she had time, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

She already has a rough mission process in her mind, and even holds the "key" that unlocks the key in her hand, but there are still some conditions missing. Now she only needs to carefully carve the lines and grooves on the key, and when the time comes to find the "task" "Twist lightly in the lock——

"Click" once, it's a matter of course!
After school at noon on Sunday, on the way home, you can feel the hot sun when you look up. This heat is completely different from spring, with a hint of summer temperature.

It was a bit hot, but Fu Chengque walked fast.

Wen Yu asked puzzledly from behind: "What are you doing so quickly?"

She turned her head and shouted vigorously: "Fanfan!"

In fact, she is not hungry, she just has something to do, and meals are only part of the task.

But Wen Yu didn't doubt that he was there, sighed and quickly followed.

When the two returned home, Fu Chengque put down her things in her living room, turned around and came to Wen's house. At this time, Wen Yu hadn't finished changing her shoes.Seeing Fu Chengque staring straight at him, he asked in surprise, "Are you that hungry?"

The girl's eyes sparkled, "Very hungry."

Wen Yu pointed to the sofa, "Can I take a break?"

Fu Chengque said: "I will starve to death!"

Wen Yu pointed to the biscuits on the coffee table in front of the sofa again, "Eat something to pad your stomach first?"

Fu Chengque is in a hurry, good looking, gentle and stinky Wen Yu, I have this task in mind, let me have enough food and then I can grab it, don't delay my time to become an empress!

Without even thinking about it, he urged: "I want to eat the rice you cooked! How about it!"

There is a delicate and naive tone in this tone, but it is full of...

behave in a spoiled manner? !
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Okay." Then he put down his things and went to the kitchen.

After lunch, Fu Chengque ran back to her bedroom, sat at the desk, spread out the tools, and started her most serious and meticulous "sculpting".

I don't know how long it took.

During this period, she sometimes frantically wrote, writing in a hurry, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes; Yu, stared intently for a while, then lowered his head again; sometimes he lay motionless on the table, staring at the sparrow in a daze.

But there was also a moment when he slumped on the chair and scratched his head irritably.

The words and sentences on the homework paper were written line after line, and she crossed out line after line. The look of excitement and complacency in her eyes was gradually replaced by anxiety and impetuousness.

The sun has slanted by half, the sky has more clouds, and the atmosphere has risen. The temperature has also begun to drop from the high point, but the wind blowing in from outside is still a bit muggy.

Fu Chengque let out a sigh and turned her head to look out the window.

A layer of brilliant golden light fell on Wen Yu's window sill, like a golden photo frame, framing the boy inside.She dropped the pen, crawled onto the bed, leaned sideways on the window, and peeked across.

Wen Yu was wearing earphones and was stroking his electronic organ. It was very quiet, but not silent.

The more she watched, the happier she was.

Perhaps it was this special feeling that prevented her from simply completing the task——

She wanted to write a paragraph, a paragraph of 123 characters, and give it to Wen Yu to read it.

How simple!

Just like the "letter" exchange between the two in the past two weeks.

It is not enough to just write "123", then "123 characters" must be possible, because this is an "event".

She thought about just messing around with a piece of text, Wen Yu would read it and finish it.Because Wen Yu had finished reading "The Preface to the Orange Sparrow Emperor" that she had written before, and had written a very long and detailed reply, and had discussed word by word with her.

Seriously like a fool.

But precisely because of this, she felt that she should write a paragraph seriously, otherwise she would be sorry for the precious 123 words, and even more sorry for the serious Wen Yu.

So she wrote and wrote, and wrote a lot, and wrote all afternoon, but she didn't feel satisfied with any of them.

How difficult!
It's so hard!

It is too difficult to want a text written carefully and in line with your heart.

She thought of "Journey to the West" inexplicably, and thought of Daughter's Country, where the four masters and apprentices with unique skills almost couldn't get there. Obviously there were no ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and monsters there.Now she is also stuck here, stuck in her heart that can be fooled, but she doesn't want to be fooled at all.

That's Wen Yu, the person she likes.

Two months later, she even decided to confess her love, so can this passage be regarded as a "love letter"?

Maybe.

She doesn't know it herself.

In any case, she wanted to write more seriously, more seriously.

(End of this chapter)