"Jiang Fang! You are Jiang Fang!" The first drunk who bumped into Jiang Fang grabbed the clothes in his hand: "You are my god! I want to kowtow to you!"

Jiang Fang: ......

Jiang Fang wanted to pull back his clothes, but the drunkard was especially strong, hugging his thighs along the clothes, as if he really wanted to kneel down, Jiang Fang immediately stepped back and looked at the man's friend: "Please do me a favor. ."

Several friends also looked at Jiang Fang and looked stupid. They didn't react until he made a sound, and Jiang Fang worked together to finally pull the drunk away. He Yuzheng's clothes fell on the ground, and when Jiang Fang bent over to pick it up, a thick sheet fell out of it. of paper.

When Jiang Fang got it in his hand, he realized that it was an envelope with the words on the cover: Jiang Fang can't read it.

It is He Yuzheng's handwriting.

Jiang Fang, who finally broke free from the crazy fans, quickly went downstairs. Instead of taking a taxi or calling He Yuzheng, he held the paper envelope in front of the court for a while, waiting for another group of drunken people to leave. He was relieved when he came out. He called He Yuzheng, but no one answered. He was probably asleep.

There was a light rain in the sky, Jiang Fang dialed another number, and made a phone call for almost an hour while walking to the sports center in the light rain. When the phone hung up, he also walked to the sports center.

After returning to the dormitory, it was half past twelve when Jiang Fang came out of the shower. He sent He Yuzheng a happy birthday, then put down his phone and looked at the envelope on the table.

It shouldn't be opened, Jiang said in his heart.

But a second later, the sound of unfolding the paper still rang out.

The rain was heavy, making the night that should have been lonely and noisy. In the quiet room, Jiang Fang listened to the sound of the rain and read the contents of the letter word by word.

"He Yuzheng's 7th draft love letter [to be revised]

Jiang Fang, I am He Yuzheng, I am 18 years old, and I have someone I like.

It's not the kind of liking I liked Qi He, I like my cousin, and I like hours as we said last time.

It's the kind of rude liking that I want him to only belong to me.

His name is Jiang Fang.

I'm sorry, although it's rude, but I just like you, you can wait for a while before rejecting me...

Of course, you can not refuse first. In fact, my conditions are very good. When I am older, there should be many aunties robbing me for their daughters in the blind date market.

My height is 179, and I should be able to break 180 in another year.

Looks... In the words of my cousin, I don't starve to death by my looks (cross out the whole sentence) Anyway, no one ever said that I was not good-looking since I was a child.

The most important thing is that my family is very rich, because you know, love without material things is like a mess of sand. With my family's money, our love will be as strong as a pyramid.

The last thing is education. I haven't graduated from high school yet, but my goal is to go to university and try to be a college student. It's a bit difficult to graduate... If you want me to take the exam... I will work hard, but I may not be able to take the exam. superior.

The only downside is that I'm a boy, so you may never see this love letter, only I will remember it.

I will remember that in the year when I turned eighteen, I liked a boy named Jiang Fang. He loved football, he was handsome, he didn’t like to talk, he was very kind to his family, and he was also very kind to me. And I will never regret liking him.

I like you. In fact, many people know about it. My cousin knows it, Qi He knows it, my mother... Maybe also knows it. For me, it seems that the whole world knows it.

Then... Finally, I want to ask, do you like me? Does no one know, or only you, or... can I know too?

TIPS: The uncle of the stationery store in front of the school lied to me that the highlighter he sold did not contain ink, so this draft can only be written in black pen. I asked a girl in the liberal arts class. The bookstore at the back door of the school sells it well. His house closes at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, so remember to buy it in advance. "

Chapter 40 Highlighter

"It's 6:00 a.m. on June 16th, 14°C-23°C, moderate to heavy rain, southeasterly wind 4-5, citizens remember to wear jackets and rain gear..." Taxi radio The morning shift announcer in the studio once again emphasized today's weather. The rain knocked the dust into the air, leaving the entire sky and earth in a fog.

"Just at the gate of the park, right?" the taxi driver asked.

Jiang Fang nodded. There was no city scene outside the window. Outside the rain screen, there were large tracts of greenery. It was like a paradise. The taxi slowly stopped outside the most secret wealthy area of ​​Longzhou City.

Jiang put down the car and stood outside the park. He heard the sound of rain pouring against the umbrella. He raised his head and looked at the faint white sky. The person he was waiting for hadn't woken up yet, but he was willing to wait. , wait for He Yuzheng to sleep well enough and sweetly.

The sky was bright for most of the time, but the rain still didn't stop. Instead, it was getting bigger and bigger. It was inevitable that the clothes would get wet a lot. Jiang Fang lowered the umbrella and covered his upper body. At this time, his cell phone rang. Jiang Fang The cold finger pressed to answer, the voice of the person on the phone was glutinous: "Well... what's the matter? I just woke up..."

"I'm outside the park." Jiang Fang said.

Fifteen minutes later, the person walking on sandals, wearing pajamas and holding an umbrella hurriedly ran out of the park. He Yuzheng ran very fast, splashing a lot with every step. The umbrella seemed to be just a form. Before Jiang Fang, he was almost wet.

"Why are you... here?" He Yuzheng's eyes were still a little red because he just woke up. He raised his umbrella and looked at Jiang Fang, panting and anxious: "Is something wrong?"

Jiang Fang covered him with his umbrella and nodded to him under the umbrella.

"What's wrong?" He Yuzheng asked in a panic.

"Close your eyes." Jiang Fang said, He Yuzheng paused: "What?"

"Close your eyes and don't speak." Jiang Fang ordered softly and forcefully.

He Yuzheng nodded strangely and closed his eyes. After losing his vision, his hearing became stronger. The sound of rain invaded his brain recklessly, tapping his eardrums drippingly, and then... Then what did he do? , something soft slowly pressed against his lips... He Yuzheng's hearing suddenly disappeared.