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Chapter 287 Love Letter
Gu Lanxi:

Do you know? You have beautiful handwriting, you're good-looking, and you have a lovely voice. I really like you.

You're great at long jump, great at studying, and great at running. I admire you a lot.

I want to walk home from school with you, and do my homework with you. Will you be my girlfriend?

Liu Zixuan from Class 3

With her hands behind her back and a smile on her lips, Gu Lanxi walked slowly forward, reciting the love letters she had received to Lu Nanting one by one.

"Dear Gu Lanxi: "
Please allow me to address you this way.

You may not know me, but my eyes always follow you.

I want to tell you, please don't cry, I will protect you.

Please remember my name. I am Liang Junfeng from Class 1.

Lu Nanting listened quietly until the two reached the bottom of the stairs, then asked her, somewhat annoyed, "How do you remember all of this?"

"Because I read every single one of their letters, and then I write a serious reply to refuse them, so that they can focus on their studies."

Gu Lanxi has a photographic memory; she can truly remember things she has carefully observed.

Lu Nanting was even more jealous: "Why are you so gentle with them?"

"Because they all like me!"

Gu Lanxi answered confidently.

As a child who wasn't loved, she was naturally happy to find that someone liked her so much.

Come to think of it, one reason I became a star back then was perhaps to be liked by more people.

A child who lacks love longs to be loved, longs to be loved by more people, and doesn't want to reciprocate the same love. The profession of acting seems tailor-made for her.

"Then why did you make excuses to refuse them?"

Gu Lanxi wasn't bad at studying; after all, he was a terrible student.

"The gifted youth program is very difficult to get into. There's a lot of knowledge I haven't learned. I was so busy every day in sixth grade that I didn't have time to date. Before that, I was working hard to survive every day, so I didn't have that much energy. Besides, they like me, but I don't like them. Should I just keep dragging it on if I don't reject them? I'm not some 'three-no' scumbag girl."

What kind of person is someone who neither takes initiative nor refuses, and who is irresponsible?
If you don't like something, refuse it decisively; if you appreciate someone's sincere efforts, express your gratitude sincerely.

This is Gu Lanxi's reasoning.

"Yo~"

Lu Nanting immediately became sarcastic: "Why don't you talk to them?"

"I've already said I don't like them! How can it be the same no matter who you date?"

She didn't make up any lies about being slow to understand; she simply said she didn't like it.

Lu Nanting immediately became happy again.

"This kind is relatively simple. I've also received some really romantic and cultured love letters. Would you like to hear them?"

Lu Nanting gritted his teeth: "Listen!"

Gu Lanxi glanced at him, then began to read aloud with a smile:
Lanxi:
Hello there!

In the vast universe of knowledge, you are the most beautiful surprise in my search for truth.

Your persistent research into difficult problems, like Newton's dedication to universal gravitation, planted a special seed in my heart with that focused expression.

Every time we discuss academic matters, the sparks of our thoughts collide intensely, allowing me to experience the wonderful resonance of wisdom. This feeling transcends mere rational cognition; it is as mysterious and profound as quantum entanglement, stirring up ripples in my heart.

Just like a brilliant mathematical proof, I can clearly deduce that you are indispensable to me.

I long to join hands with you and travel together on the journey of knowledge.

From the ancient river of history to the cutting-edge field of science, I want to share every scene with you.

I look forward to writing our own academic and romantic chapters together, so that every step we take in the future will bear the marks of our shared exploration.

"So-and-so"

Why don't you say his name?

"Oh, I'm afraid you'll get into a fight with someone at the class reunion soon."

Okay, this letter was written by an undergraduate classmate.

Lu Nanting felt a surge of sourness welling up inside him.

He simply couldn't write such sentimental love letters!
"And there's something a senior in the philosophy department wrote for me when I was in graduate school. Do you want to hear it?"

"What? There's a philosophy department here?"

"To be precise, he's from the Philosophy Department at B University." "Not even from the same university???"

"When I was in school, I participated in many national competitions and often went to other schools for exchanges and learning with my mentor."

What's so strange about knowing people from other schools?

With rivals everywhere, Lu Nanting felt as sour as if he'd been soaking in a jar of pickled cabbage for a week and had just been pulled out, but he still gritted his teeth and asked her:

"So what kind of novel ideas has this philosophy major come up with?"

"A loving longing: To the one and only you..."

Gu Lanxi had barely begun when Lu Nanting couldn't help but sarcastically remark, "Oh! You even have a title for your love letter? Tsk, 'Yearning for You, the One and Only You,' hmph! Back when we were in graduate school, was this guy trying to steal my girlfriend?"

"We broke up back then, thank you."

"You dumped me, please remember your mistake for the rest of your life, thank you!"

"Okay, so many young men shed tears for me, you're just another face in the crowd, nothing special."

"That's really hurtful."

"You've stabbed me in the heart first."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"Do you still want to hear it?"

"listen!!"

Seeing that he was about to bite his teeth off, Gu Lanxi suppressed a laugh before continuing to read the love letter:

"Junior Sister Lanxi: "
It is as if we are face to face when I receive this letter.

I wandered for a long time in the vast wilderness of existentialism until our eyes met, and only then did I feel as if I had found the coordinates of existence.

Heidegger said that man is thrown into the world, and you are the most beautiful encounter in my journey of being thrown into the world, giving my existence a completely new meaning.

Every conversation with you feels like participating in a Socratic dialogue. Truth leaps between our lips, and sparks of thought bloom in their collision. Your unique insights are like a ray of light shining into the cavern of my mind, allowing me to see a more diverse world of ideas.

As Plato said, our perception of beauty is the soul's memory of the world of ideas, and in you, I seem to have found the shadow of that pure beauty, which fascinates me deeply.

Sartre argued that hell is other people, but to me, you are the guide to heaven.

In the time I spend with you, I am no longer confined by my own narrow-mindedness, but under your gaze, I constantly break through and reshape myself.

I know that love is not a fixed essence, but is constantly defined through our shared choices and actions.

At this moment, I choose to reveal my burning heart to you, hoping that we can use every moment of the future to write our own philosophy of love.

May we join hands and create our own poetry and romance in this absurd world, becoming an indispensable footnote in each other's lives.

"So-and-so"

Why doesn't this one have a name either?

"Oh, my senior got married last year. I hope he and his wife can grow old together without any resentment."

"Are you kidding me?! Is liking you some kind of dark history?"

This person always seems to jump up for no reason. Gu Lanxi watched with a smile, then suddenly said very seriously:
"If you've ever liked someone else, it will make me very sad."

That's just how domineering she is.

She gets upset when fans like her but also like other people. Her husband has had feelings for someone else, or even dated someone else. To her, his heart is like a second-hand house where someone has died—the kind of house she would never move into, no matter what.

Lu Nanting was speechless.

I got up early to take my child to school, and as soon as I went downstairs, I saw pink and white cherry blossom petals all over the ground.

The women were sweeping, piling up heaps of delicate, thin petals.

The children greeted the cleaning lady. The younger brother said, "Sister, hold my hand." The older sister reached out and held his hand, saying, "Little brother, you have a hat on your clothes today too." He then happily put on the hat, a bear coat with two cute little ears.

The older sister still remembers how her younger brother cried yesterday morning because he wasn't wearing a hat and saw her wearing one.

I didn't say anything, I was still watching the falling cherry blossoms.

Unfortunately, I slept soundly last night and missed witnessing this extremely romantic, sacrificial "spring rain."

Carrying the raging wind, falling from the branch with the feeling of eloping, lying on the ground with the dust as companions, will it blame the tree for not stopping it? Or will it blame the cruelty of the wind?
Actually, all these feelings were things I forcibly attached to it.

It's just a tree.

Human beings themselves, through these inanimate objects, have expressed romance and emotion to the fullest extent.

Good morning, friends.

(P.S.: CEO Gu is extremely domineering. Not only does she have a virginity complex, but she also has a mental fastidiousness, and she can't even accept that her husband has liked someone else. Don't you guys think she's too abnormal...?)