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Chapter 33 First Love 1: Lovely Xiaobei

It's New Year's Eve again, the flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year.

Mo Xiaobei sat at the cash register, watching the children outside the house chasing and frolicking...

The same location, the same scene, the state of mind is already different from that time...

Sitting in this place when she was a child, she watched the play of her peers countless times, not only envious of those carefree children, but also deeply jealous.

From the age of 6 to 20, during these 14 years, she no longer envied anyone. Two teenagers broke into her life unexpectedly and changed her life.

As for her who is sitting here now, apart from endless gratitude, she also has immeasurable sadness.

People are so greedy, if they get a little, they want more, and the more they want, the easier it is to lose...

How nice it would be if she wasn't so greedy!She won't lose him!

Mo Xiaobei, who was lying on the table, gradually became sleepy under the warm sunshine.

In the third year of high school, one day...

After finishing radio gymnastics, Mo Xiaobei and Yang Jie followed the scattered crowd, talking and walking towards the classroom.

At this moment, An Ruo patted Mo Xiaobei on the shoulder: "Are you guys back in the classroom?"

Yang Jie on the side felt that An Ruo's question was ridiculous: "Otherwise?"

"You go back first, Xiaobei stay here." An Ruo said unnaturally.

"Why? Is there anything I can't know?" Yang Jie was not happy.

Mo Xiaobei looked at An Ruo, whose ears would turn red when he was nervous, and said to Yang Jie: "Why don't you go back first, I'll be right there."

"You two..." Yang Jie pointed at the two people: "Okay! Hmph..."

Mo Xiaobei smiled and watched Yang Jie leave angrily, then asked An Ruo: "What's the matter, you still keep it from Jiejie."

An Ruo took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Mo Xiaobei, then scratched his head with the other hand, and said falteringly: "That...I think...we..."

He looked at Mo Xiaobei's beautiful, puzzled eyes, and was speechless. He thought to himself: She won't beat me up, will she?
If An Ruo thought about it, he didn't have the guts to tell the truth: "It's written in the letter, read it for yourself, don't hit me." Then he said in surprise: "I must reply."

"Still answering the letter? Do you have a lot of time? I'm so busy that I have to write a letter instead of talking face to face? It's mysterious..." Mo Xiaobei looked at him so abnormally, and was about to open the letter to see what happened.

An Ruo suddenly bluffed, and immediately grabbed Mo Xiaobei's hand that was about to open the letter: "Wait."

He was extremely nervous: "I'll go first... I'll go, you can dismantle it later... Don't worry..." Then he ran away in a hurry.

Mo Xiaobei watched An Ruo almost fall, and instinctively shouted nervously: "Hey...be careful..."

The inexplicable Mo Xiaobei held the envelope to the sun, and a heart-shaped shadow was faintly visible inside the envelope.

She seemed to understand something, felt goosebumps all over her body, and threw out the letter in her hand: crazy!
……

When Mo Xiaobei returned to the classroom, his deskmate Yang Jie was still angry.

"Don't be angry." Mo Xiaobei coaxed, seeing that Yang Jie still didn't speak, he added: "There is no secret between us, if he doesn't tell you, I'll tell you... An if he's crazy!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Yang Jie instantly forgot what happened just now, and asked gossipingly.

Mo Xiaobei took out the letter from his pocket frantically, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that he likes me?"

"Damn it!" Yang Jie's voice rose in surprise, causing the students to look sideways, when the class bell rang.

Mo Xiaobei quickly patted her and growled, "What are you doing? Are you going crazy too?"

Class teacher An Weiguo stepped onto the podium: "In this class, everyone first correct the wrong questions in the mock test paper... In the next class, we will explain the wrong questions... The class representative will send out the test paper..."

"No..." Yang Jie lowered her head and said angrily, "If this An is so daring, he dares to get your idea, who does he think he is? Why don't you ask me to advise him on such a big matter? Can he handle you?"

Mo Xiaobei was left speechless by the 180-degree turn of his last sentence: "Damn girl, what are you talking about?"

Yang Jie held back her laughter, her body trembling slightly.

"Where's the class representative?" An Weiguo looked over and raised his voice again: "The Chinese class representative."

Yang Jie just stood up and walked towards the podium. An Weiguo looked at her and said, "Absent from class right after class?"

Yang Jie didn't dare to speak, so she took the test paper silently, distributed the test paper to several students, and everyone distributed the test paper together...

Mo Xiaobei stared at the letter for a long time, but she didn't open it. She looked left and right, and saw that the teacher was behind the classroom, secretly sandwiching the letter between the books piled up on the desk.

杨洁坐回课桌轻声，幸灾乐祸道：“安老头要是知道临近高考了，他儿子还在给你写情书，扰乱你这个好学生的思绪，回家会不会揍他？”

"Or, if you are going to be his daughter-in-law, will he be happy?" Yang Jie continued.

"Stop making trouble, the homeroom teacher is right behind!" Mo Xiaobei squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth as he sat upright.

……

Seeing the class teacher walk out of the classroom, Yang Jie said to Mo Xiaobei: "Read the letter quickly, I will give you a warning."

"I dare not." Mo Xiaobei counseled.

Yang Jie said disgustedly: "Look at your worthless appearance... I'll come..." Then she rummaged through the letter on Xiaobei's desk: "Where's the letter?"

"I'll read it myself." Mo Xiaobei took out the letter from the gap in the book and pressed it tightly on the desk.

"Look at your virtue." Yang Jie smiled and said, "Look quickly, I'll watch for you."

Mo Xiaobei opened the letter solemnly. His handwriting was dignified and beautiful, and the format was neat. You could see the intention at a glance.

[Lovely Xiao Bei:

See literally!

In the quiet night of the night, I confess my joy to you, and you understand my heart in the bright day of spring and Jingming.

I swear to use this life to hope for the dawn of vitality, the bright and dazzling sunshine and the warm spring breeze,

For the heavy chill of the twilight, the sad coldness of the moonlight, and the dreary solitude of the night.

Only for you to grow savagely and finally shine brightly.

12 years, 144 months, 4380 days...

I don't know how many 12 years there are in life!I just want every 12 years, you are there!
We have known each other for 12 years, forgive me for using the word 'know each other' unilaterally.

Only in this way, I feel that I am closer to you...

When I think of the imminent graduation, I feel very flustered, and I am afraid that I will lose you in the days to come.

I'm afraid that in the future, there will be a boy who will stand by your side instead of me and do everything for me:
He will eat with you, read a book together...

He'll play basketball for you, just to cheer you up when you win.

He will drive you home and listen to your favorite music with you...

He will look at you while you are reading;
He will walk behind you on the tree-lined path... or watch the sunrise and sunset with you shoulder to shoulder;

He may still hold your hand, take you to the movies, travel with you, discuss your favorite books with you, and discuss the meaning of life with you.

Will wipe your tears, give you a shoulder to lean on, and introduce you to his relatives and friends...

……

And I... from now on... I can no longer participate in every minute of your life in the future!

This is just imagining, it makes me so uncomfortable!

I don't know when my feelings for you have changed subtly.

Is it when you are looking for your figure amid the cheers of the audience in the basketball stands?

Is it when the sunlight from the library shines on you and makes me dazed?

Is it every time you go home from vacation and sit side by side with you listening to music?

……

I try hard to remember, but I can't remember...

I want to hold an umbrella for you on a rainy day, I want to hold your hand to cross the road, I want to take you...

Whether you are happy or sad, I want to be the one by your side forever,
Don't be afraid of the past, and don't be afraid of the unknown future,
You are not alone, you still have me, in the past, in the present, and in the future...

So, am I lucky? 】

(End of this chapter)