Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 23 Sweetness
After speaking, he sat back in his seat.

I held my homework tightly, feeling angry and wronged. It's fine for others to treat me like this, how could he?I thought of him as my best friend, but in the end he suddenly didn't want to be friends with me anymore and left me alone?One clean break?

The eye sockets are simmering with heat.

I secretly swear in my heart that I won't ignore him in the future!

I was so angry that I couldn't eat any more snacks, I took out a small knife and started cutting the eraser, trying to do something to relieve the depression and anger in my heart.

After two classes, Lan Zhongwen didn't care about me, whether I was eating snacks or doing all kinds of tricks, he turned a blind eye, as if he was determined to isolate me.

After being angry, my heart was empty, only grievance and sadness remained. I lay down on the table, biting my lip in disappointment, not to let my fragility leak out.

On the third day and the fourth day, there was absolutely nothing between us.At night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, no matter how I thought about it, I couldn't figure out why he broke up with me.

I didn't know how to ease the cold atmosphere, so I had to get up and stay up all night to write him a letter.

Lan Zhongwen, I have always thought that you are my best friend, not one of them.If I offend you, I want you to tell me, if I am not good, I am willing to change, as long as you are not angry, you can do anything you want.

If you don't want to talk to me anymore, I won't blame you, but I will be very sad because I really care about you. In my heart, you are the most important person besides my parents.

I really really really cherish you.

There is no adulteration in this letter. I wrote it in tears. Under the dim desk lamp, the tears fell on the paper with a thud, blurring into blurred marks.

Walking into the classroom in the morning, I have been brewing in my heart for a long time to cheer up, and I must give it to him!
However, I still didn't have the courage to give it to him.

Lan Zhongwen sat quietly on the seat reading a book, exuding a strong aura that strangers should not get close to.

Nervous, I reached into my pocket, grabbed the envelope, and was about to take it out when he suddenly pulled away, my hands trembling, and I put the letter back into my pocket.

Feeling annoyed for a while, I started to scold myself, why should I write this letter?I really want to kill myself!

I was in a daze all morning, my eyes were glued to him, and I wanted to give it to him, but I didn't have the courage.If he doesn't accept it, if he treats me like girls in other classes, where will my self-esteem go?Will he have the face to face him and himself in the future?
If that's the case, I will be the laughing stock of the whole class, right?

Thinking of this, I tightly clenched the envelope in my pocket.

Still don't give it to him.

I hurried to the corridor to catch my breath, feeling that the whole world was watching me, I was so scared that I was sweating on my back, and it was difficult to breathe.

Forget it, since we can't be friends anymore, let's not force it.

I consoled myself disheartened.

But after thinking about it, if I don't give him the letter, he won't talk to me anymore, then I will lose even my only good friend in class one, and there will be an unspeakable reluctance and kindness in my heart. sad……

what is that?
It was as if my heart was about to be taken out abruptly, that kind of piercing pain that was hard to ignore, made me so cowardly that I shed tears.Why?

Sniffing, I stood hesitantly in the corridor, my eyes blank.

The class bell rang harshly, I sighed, and walked into the classroom with heavy steps.

Walking down the aisle to the fifth group, I was holding the letter, my fingers were trembling, I accidentally tripped over the corner of the table, my calf hurt, my whole body was like splashed water, and I fell to the ground in embarrassment.

It drew bursts of laughter from the students.

I touched the ground with my elbow first, and I felt a slightly sour numbness. I grunted, rubbed my elbow and slowly got up, not daring to look up, for fear that my classmates would see my red eye circles.

but.

I suddenly turned pale, because I found that the letter in my hand was gone.

gone!
Ignoring the probing and sarcastic eyes of my classmates, I looked up and looked around, only to find that the letter had rolled to Lan Zhongwen's feet. He bent down to pick it up, and his eyes fell on the pink envelope, which contained no words. He wrote, but his bright red lips lost all color at this moment, and his eyes were dazed and deep.

It was as deep as a frightening abyss, and the stones rolled down, empty and unable to echo.

I was so anxious that I almost cried.

A slender hand stretched out in front of me.

The nails are neatly trimmed, and under the sun, the hands as white as porcelain seem to be flowing with luster, making it impossible to take your eyes off at a glance.

Lan Zhongwen.

I was slightly taken aback, my eyes were hot, and I reached out to hold his hand.

Lan Zhongwen lifted me up, and said in a calm tone, "Don't keep your head down when you walk, watch the road, you know?"

I didn't speak, and he silently helped me to the seat.

"Your letter." He didn't open my letter, handed it to me casually, and said without any emotion, "Who wrote it to you?"

The voice is so soft that it seems to be blown away by the wind.A little uncertain and a little down.

This sentence seemed to encourage me, and I pushed the letter back in front of his eyes again, "This is not written to me by others, this is written to you by me, you can read it."

Now that the letter has been in his hands, I will stop pretending, and simply be honest, it is better than losing a good friend for no reason, in that case, maybe I will regret it for the rest of my life.

He was stunned.

His face changed several times in an instant, startled, hesitant, surprised, and joyful.He slowly opened the letter, browsing it carefully and carefully like a rare treasure.

For a long time, his brows and eyes were stained with a faint smile.

He refolded the letter and put it in his pocket. He covered it with his hands. The corners of his eyes and brows were full of tenderness, which was as clear as the mountains and rivers. "Xiao Jiujiu, your language has improved."

I burst into laughter.

He rubbed my hair and said in a doting tone, "You are also the most important person to me besides my parents."

I nodded heavily, with tears in my smile, "Why are you angry with me?"

(End of this chapter)