You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"Before reading this, I know you may have some concerns, but so do I. But I know that if I don't fight for it, I will have nothing."

I'm worried about your grandma's mouth, Xiao Yao thought. I've only been transferred to this school for two days. Two days, comrade, who are you going to send it to?

"You are like a ray of light, shining into my dark day..."

Don't tell me, I still feel the same way about this.

The Gospel of John begins by saying, The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it…

Xiao Yao continued to read.

"I used to think that life was a linear journey, and if you missed it, you missed it. But later I discovered that some things are reincarnation, like fate, and you can't escape it until your fate ends. ..."

Xiao Yao: “???”

I don't know why, but I feel jealous.

Neuropathy.

There were several more pages like this with empty and flowery words that were read over and over again, which made Xiao Yao feel deeply ashamed for being a literary youth like him.

Is it a grammatical error? Never mind. It doesn't matter.

The discordant sound of sawing wood during the orchestra's rehearsal rang out again, giving Xiao Yao a headache.

The girl playing the oboe sounded like she was dying.

Really, there aren't many clubs of this level to join.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mr. Wu, the music teacher, shouted loudly.

Xiao Yao lowered his head and focused his gaze on the signature of the letter writer, Wei Sidong.

Wei Sidong, right? Man, you got my attention.

Xiao Yao took out his 2B pencil, thought for a moment and then changed to a gel pen. He picked up the pen and began to write a reply for Shen Jie using a specially reduced font.

"Student Wei Sidong, I hope you are well."

Xiao Yao first expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Wei Sidong for his kindness, then praised his literary talent, and then changed the subject to talk about the "Code of Conduct for Middle School Students" and the "Code of Daily Behavior for Middle School Students", encouraging him to concentrate on his studies, make progress every day, and so on, saying a bunch of nonsense that he himself didn't even believe.

Seeing that the number of words on the graph paper was almost 600, Xiao Yao felt that since this was his first time replying to a love letter, he had written too much. Fearing that the other party would have the illusion that there was still hope, he hurriedly finished, saying that he had ambitions to study abroad in the United States in the future, and that he had already found someone, and that they would still be good friends and classmates in the future - he didn't care whether his positions were contradictory or not, and he hastily stopped writing.

Being a popular beauty is really hard, Xiao Yao thought as he opened the second letter.

The second letter - although it was called a letter, it actually did not contain a single Chinese character.

That's actually a painting.

It was a simple sketch of a boy lying sideways and a girl lying sideways facing him (in general, face to face). The boy was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which looked like roses.

You know what, it looks like a pretty good painting.

Although I am an outsider and I don't understand it, it's okay to just watch.

The following words were written on the edge of the painting.

“Quand toutes les feuilles tomberont

The amours reviendront

I'm happy

I'm so happy"

Xiao Yao: "..."

What the hell is this?

Young people nowadays really go to great lengths to show off.

On the back of this page is written QQ:XXXXXXXXX

Two horizontal lines were drawn, making it look like a perfect score.

Not even a name.

Oh, you are so cool.

Xiao Yao actually didn't want to reply to this person.

In fact, there is no place to go back because no one knows who he is.

Unless you add that QQ.

It's rubbish and overbearing.

Xiao Yao secretly complained in his heart as he stuffed the painting back into the envelope and opened the third letter.

The third letter was also not long, only one thin page, but both the letter paper and the envelope were very exquisite.

The boy's handwriting is very neat and beautiful.

The content of the letter is as follows:

"If you are going to travel far to the north,

Then I will give up my decision to go south.

Which vast city will you go to?

I finally wanted to follow.

Time flies so fast,

We may not have the day to be together.

I want to bury this love deep in my heart.

Until the memories turn to ashes.

Would you like to go with me?

After a while, I still feel endless worries in my heart.

Leave all the grudges in the world behind.

Growing up in the ever-changing world.

Come with me, will you?

Don't let your thoughts struggle in the cold wind,

Follow me and you will not be afraid,

Let’s create that warm home together.”

"Pfft——" Xiao Yao laughed out loud. Music teacher Mr. Wu and several members of the orchestral club turned around to look at him.

Xiao Yao raised his hands, stuck out his tongue and apologized to them.

The first part is well written. I wouldn’t say it’s very well written, but at least you can see the rhyme.

Although three rhymes were changed.

And the last sentence "Let's create that warm home together" is so sincere.

Well, it hit the point of Xiao Yao’s laughter.

Xiao Yao felt that there was something wonderful about this poem, and it had a profound meaning.

Its first verse actually talks about following the woman, which is the most common lie men tell when pursuing women.

In the last section, he could no longer conceal his true nature and revealed the truth, which became "Follow me".

"Model Love Letter" written by Ai Dajin has the same effect.

The first stanza says, "I am the oak tree by your window where you sit, the book by your hand when you first shed tears, the candle you gaze at on a spring evening, the dress you wear in autumn."

In the second stanza, it becomes "I want you to open your window hanging in the summer, I want you to hold my hand and wander in the afternoon, I want you to look at my gaze and then tell me silently how sad first love is..."

The switch from "I am yours..." to "I want you..." is so fresh and natural, it is worthy of being a model love letter.

Take Xiao Yao himself for example. When he first learned that Shen Jie was his future wife, he didn't care about anything else and just wanted to get her as soon as possible.

As for the son-in-law?I am willing to have a son-in-law, and I am willing to drink or pour foot-washing water.

In just a few months, the relationship between him and Shen Jie had developed to this point, and Xiao Yao gradually became greedy.

I hope that when I get married in the future, I can have a more equal marriage.

I want to take greater initiative and dominance in the process of love.

Are all men like this?

Men, none of them are good.

and many more.

This guy who signed his name as "Lin Yu" is actually a poet?

Yu Luying and I were the only ones who subscribed to Poetry Magazine in school. Because there were too few poets, the Poetry Society was forced to close.

Now a third poet has emerged?

Although it seems to be at the level of a junior high school student.

Could it be the freshman in this year’s high school?

You might as well make some friends with him and ask him whether he wrote the poem himself or copied the lyrics from somewhere else.

Xiao Yao immediately decided to meet this "rain-drenched" classmate.

He took out his cell phone, ready to report to Shen Jie the big news of "the appearance of a third poet in the school", and then he saw two missed calls and several unread messages.

Oh my, I actually forgot to check my phone for so long.

Xiao Yao opened the unread messages.

The smile froze on his face.

Without thinking, he picked up his schoolbag, stood up, and trotted to the door of the music classroom.

The boy's actions attracted the attention of a small number of people.

"Yu Luying!" He lowered his voice and shouted to Yu Luying, waving his hand.

The instrumental music from the rehearsal stopped, and this time Xiao Yao attracted most people's attention.

Many eyes were directed in the direction of Yu Luying and Xiao Yao.

"What are you doing again!" Yu Luying stood up reluctantly, holding her cello with an impatient look.

Xiao Yao waved the phone in his hand at Yu Luying.

--split line--

Shen Jie quickened her pace, trying hard to get rid of the dark shadow behind her.

He was a small man, a little shorter than Shen Jie. He was dressed in black and had a dark hood on. As long as he lowered his face, his entire face would be shrouded in shadow.

Obviously this person wants to be as inconspicuous as possible, but in the three-dimensional reality, dressing like this can make anyone who sees him unforgettable and then stay away from him.

Shen Jie immediately identified this as Zhang Zhengkai.

After Zhang Zhengkai lied to her last time by saying "Xiao Yao and I have already done that", he ran away. Shen Jie thought he would give up.

Unexpectedly, he blocked the entrance of the new school on the second day of school.

Shen Jie didn't want to talk to him, so she picked up her schoolbag and turned away.

While walking, he sent two text messages to Xiao Yao. Seeing that he did not reply immediately, he called him again, but still no one answered.

Forget it, Shen Jie thought.

As the vice-chairman of the Karate Club of the Seventh Girls' High School in the former city, it was no problem for her to deal with an untrained, short young man like Zhang Zhengkai.

What's more, based on her understanding of Zhang Zhengkai, although this man is a mixed bag, it is hard to imagine what he would really do to her.

So at the beginning, Shen Jie was not very scared.

Until "Zhang Zhengkai" spoke to her.

At that time, Shen Jie had already walked to the triangular pavilion under the bridge near the school, and that "Zhang Zhengkai" approached her quickly like a ghost.

"Do you think you can escape?" The shadow's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a creepy evil aura.

That was not Zhang Zhengkai's voice.