Do it again

Ever since Wang Yu watched Song Sha distracted last time, He Changhong seems to have changed. He doesn't play games every day anymore. He writes something as if he were practicing calligraphy every day. I haven't seen He Changhong treat something so caringly. So, on a sunny afternoon, Wang Yu walked to He Changhong's table.

This is a love letter written to someone, without a title, and the content is full of false praise and sour words of love. This is probably a popular saying at this time.

Judging from the altered handwriting and length of the love letter, He Changhong really put in the hard work, and the rest of the content was blocked by He Changhong's hand and could not be seen.

Wang Yu returned to his seat calmly, wondering which members of the opposite sex He Changhong had been in contact with recently, so that he could speculate on the final ownership of this love letter. However, for now, it cannot be regarded as a love letter, it can only be called a draft.

Wang Yu put lunch in his mouth, thinking about things in his mind, chewing mechanically

"Wangyu?" Songsha shouted

"Um?"Only then did Wang Yu come back to his senses.

"He Changhong had already finished eating and left. Why are you still staring at his position?" Songsha asked

"nothing. I'm thinking about something, a little lost in thought"

"Don't tell me that He Changhong has been so diligent recently. He doesn't make trouble after class, doesn't play basketball, and just writes something in his seat every day."

Wang Yu heard Song Sha's words, looked at Song Sha, and then thought about what He Changhong said that night and suddenly felt enlightened.

Is it possible that the letter was not written to the person he admired?

Is it possible ? Maybe he wrote it to Song Sha on his behalf?

The more Wang Yu thought about it, the more something was wrong. He ate a few mouthfuls of food and walked to the classroom.

The classroom was like a workplace, and the seats were like workstations. Wang Yu looked at He Changhong's seat, if Looking through it felt like invading other people's privacy. After thinking about it, he walked to the dormitory. He

Changhong was playing games alone in the dormitory. Wang Yu walked up to him and said,"I have something to ask you.""

"What's up?"He Changhong stared at the screen and asked without raising his head.

"love letter you wrote"

"What love letter?"He Changhong hurriedly turned off the screen of his mobile phone. Without replying, he got on the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt, pretending to be ready to sleep.

Wang Yu was a little doubtful at first, but now he is 100% sure. He couldn't even pretend.

Wang Yu came under He Changhong's bed, looked at He Changhong who had his back turned to him, and said,

"Hand over the love letter."

He Changhong was motionless, as if he was really asleep.

He was pretty good at pretending.

When Wang Yu rolled up his sleeves and was about to take the next step, Liu Yun came back. Wang Yu was afraid of arguing with He Changhong because he was talking nonsense. What.

After all, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

The matter of the love letter can only be put aside temporarily.

It seems to have been put away for a long time. He Changhong has returned to his original appearance. He should eat and drink, but the love letter has never been taken away. In order for Songsha to advance a few steps in the next monthly exam, Wang Yu has been busy organizing notes every day recently.

In Songsha’s words, with Wang Yu’s help, studying becomes more effective with half the effort, and now it’s not difficult at all.

It seems. She became more and more confident, and the light in her eyes became brighter. She didn’t know what kind of positive feedback was motivating her. Sometimes she was even more energetic than Wang Yu.

The news that the girl in the next class received a love letter reached Wang Yu. In Yu's class, it was said that the earthy love words in the love letters were too corny to be read, and the girls threw them away after reading them. No one knew who wrote it, or whether the response was too great, and the person involved did not know. I'm embarrassed to admit it.

Wang Yu looked at He Changhong with an indifferent look. The love letter in the gossip was very consistent with the one Wang Yu saw. Considering He Changhong's recent situation, Wang Yu felt that he was wrongly blamed.

"So it was really you who sent it?"

"you guess?"

There are many things in the world that have no answers. No one knows who sent that letter. Only that love letter is still lying quietly in the trash can.

No, I don't know who picked it up and then mixed it with another love letter. They were kneaded into balls together.