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Chapter 49-He Was Upset
I naturally have to reply when I receive a letter. Yan Kongshan is so solemn, and I can't neglect it.
According to the map query, I found a larger stationery store near the school and asked the boss to recommend a pen suitable for my use.
After asking if I have writing habits and the purpose of writing, the boss took out a pen from the glass display case and gave it to me.
"Hero 100, a very classic style, stainless steel pen grip, 14k gold nib, the king of cost-effectiveness." The boss recommended, "Heavy, writing does not float, F-tip is also very suitable for daily writing."
I took the silver-gray pen and looked at it. It was the style that often appeared in period dramas, and it was quite retro. Nodded, and finalized it without much entanglement, and then asked the boss if he sold ink.
"Pink one."
"Pink?"
"Yes." I thought for a while, and abstractly said, "pink like love."
The boss frowned, turned and searched according to my description, and quickly found a bottle of ink and placed it in front of me.
"Baile's autumn cherry, very beautiful pink, and very cost-effective." The boss looked at me up and down, and suddenly went gossiping, "Do you guys write love letters?"
My face was hot, I didn't explain much, I just hummed.
"Now there are not many handwritten love letters like yours. Look at letter paper and envelopes? I also have a lot of styles, both ancient and modern.
These are also essential. Finally, under the enthusiastic promotion of the boss, I bought a stack of letter paper and envelopes printed with pale pink roses.
After shopping, I went back to the bedroom and finished writing the pen. I spread out the letter paper and sat on the chair to brew for a while, and decided to make a draft first.
The ink fruit recommended by the boss is very pink, and although the color is still different from what I can see, it is also very close.
My handwriting is not like Yan Kongshan. I don't have so many sharp pen points. If I insist, I feel a little delicate. If I take the letter paper away, it looks like small cherry blossom petals are falling on it.
I've written it many times and I'm not satisfied. I'm always afraid that Yan Kongshan will be disappointed if I receive it. It wasn't until the lights were about to turn off that I was worthy of making the last stroke. Although it is hard to say that I was 100% satisfied, I was too sleepy to write new ones.
Fold the two letters carefully, put them in an envelope, and affix a stamp. The next day, I dropped it into the mailbox at the school gate.
Wen Youran happened to be with me for breakfast. Seeing this, I was quite curious, surprised that there are still people writing letters in this era.
"Did you make a pen pal?"
I smiled at him: "No, it was written for my partner."
The little fat guy was sucking milk, but he was sluggish for a moment when he heard the words. He just bit the straw and looked at me in a daze.
"You still have time to fall in love in high school? Isn't there only me in this world without an object?" He felt sad, and the value above his head fuse fell.
I don’t know if this is a comfort to him, but to tell the truth: “I didn’t talk about it in high school, I only met during summer vacation.”
Wen Youran narrowed her mouth, her eyebrows drooped, and she was not very happy: "This may be the difference between a beautiful boy and an ordinary person. Once the college entrance examination is over, the beautiful boy wants to get out of the order, and ordinary people can't get out of the order."
I don't quite agree with what he said, it would be better if it were so simple.
"Take it off if you don't want to. It's been a long time after chasing it."
"Didn't you only meet during summer vacation, how long can you have?"
"Two months." Almost thought it would be impossible to catch up.
Wen Youran: "..."
He stared at me indifferently, his head was blue and depressed, and he drank milk and walked forward, not looking at me very much.
One month seems to be very long, and it seems to be only in a flash. When the long vacation came, I packed up my luggage early, and only waited for the last class to finish before embarking on my return journey.
I waited for this day as if I had waited so long in my entire life that when my mother called me and asked if I wanted to live with her on November, I subconsciously refused it without thinking. My mother might not have thought that I would be so direct, and the phone was silent for a long time.
I also know that she must feel uncomfortable at this time if she can't see her, and she regrets her mouth quickly.
"I can't live anymore. I'll come to eat tomorrow night." I try to remedy it. "You can cook more of my favorite dishes."
If I don’t live there, I do miss Green Plum Island and Grandfather. Secondly, I feel uncomfortable and afraid of embarrassment.
"Well, good." When my mother spoke again, although her voice was a little depressed, she also smiled, "Mom will do it for you."
Facts have proved that my choice is correct.
I arrived at my mother's place at five o'clock and chatted with her for a while, recounting the love between mother and child. After six o'clock, she got up and started cooking. It didn't take long for her husband to get home from get off work, and the two were stuck in the kitchen for a while. When they came out, I saw my new stepfather's head turned yellow.
Nothing is more embarrassing than this. I suspect that my existence has affected their sex lives.
So after dinner, no matter how enthusiastic the two of them stayed, I still stated firmly that I will return to Green Plum Island on November.
Although my mother was a bit disappointed, after my warm conversation this night, her anxiety was relieved a lot, and she no longer forced me.
Originally, I wanted to see if I could find someone to carpool to the island, but Yan Kongshan called the day before and said he wanted to pick me up.
"Come and pick me up?" I was taken aback for a moment, and then I was very surprised, "Okay. I won't have class tomorrow after two o'clock. You just had lunch and went out."
"Ok."
The topics I could talk about in the dormitory were limited. I glanced at my busy roommates and went to the balcony outside with my mobile phone. Although the balcony is only the height of the second floor and faces a path for people coming and going, it is better than in the bedroom.
"Ah Shan, what are you doing now?" I lay on the balcony railing, arching slightly.
In Hong City at the end of September, the weather faded and the wind softened. It was the best season for the body.
"Look at the stars in the yard."
I looked up at the sky. The city lights were too bright, but I could see a few scattered stars, and the night sky looked extremely thin.
"Does it look good? I can't see it on this side." I was a little sorry that I couldn't see the same scenery with him.
Yan Kongshan's deep magnetic laughter was transmitted through the phone, and the tiny hairs in his ears shuddered because of the tremor.
"It looks good without you."
I pursed my lips and couldn't control a smirk on my face.
Love may be the most economical way to get happiness, right? Just a single sentence, I can be happy for a long time. And such happiness, I can have unlimited.
After talking for more than an hour, my phone burned my face, but I didn't want to hang up at all.
It was almost midnight, the flow of people on the trails decreased, and the roommates fell asleep one after another. In the end, Yan Kongshan spoke, asking me to go to bed earlier, so the call was hung up.
On the second day, the weather was particularly good, and the sun did not produce a burning sensation on the body, it was just a little warm. There is not a single cloud in the sky, and the sky is clear and blue, so blue without impurities.
I don’t know if it’s because of the holiday, or because of the sunny weather, I have always wanted to hum since morning. All the time, no matter the occasion, there is always a melody repeating in my mind.
After finishing the last class, Wen Youran went back to the bedroom with me to pick up the suitcase. On the way, I was still saying that I deserved to be someone who had an object. I took a vacation like a five-million-dollar, and wrote "urgent" in it. Face.
I touched my face, not knowing the expression on my face, but as he said in my heart, I was indeed happy for the upcoming meeting.
"Because I haven't seen you in a month." I whispered.
Wen Youran snorted: "You don't need to explain to me, let me bear the sourness of love that I shouldn't bear at a young age."
I:"…"
You don't look like you are willing to take it.
The phone shook slightly. When I saw it, it was a message from Yan Kongshan that I had arrived at the school gate.
Fearing that he would be anxious, I quickened my pace and dragged my suitcase to the door.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Wen Youran didn't understand why I suddenly picked up speed and had to run with me.
Yan Kongshan's SUV is huge and belongs to the muscular tough guy in the car, and most people feel that it is difficult to control with it. However, Yan Kongshan just leaned on the door of the car and fiddled with his mobile phone, as if he was shooting an advertisement poster. Not only was it not being compared, it also attracted the attention of passers-by.
There are tall French plane trees planted on both sides of the road, and the sun is mottled down through the canopy, forming fine light and shadow on him. The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up a bit, revealing strong forearms. The face hangs slightly, but the hard and deep facial features are more prominent.
It may be because I am close to my hometown. I am not anxious when I see someone. I just stand not far away and look at him, calming my breathing.
"Oh, I said what you did so fast..." Wen Youran caught up with me, fanning the wind with her hand, and panting, "Could it be that your girlfriend will pick you up in person...Wow!" Suddenly he saw Yan Kongshan on the side of the road was taken aback, and his mouth exclaimed with unclear meaning, "Where is this model from? Isn't it too handsome? The theater next door?"
"Um...Pang, the person who picked me up is here, we will see you after the holiday, goodbye." My mind was all on Yan Kongshan, without moving my eyes, I didn't wait to hear it and then responded, dragging my mind. The suitcase walked towards the SUV on the side of the road.
The closer you get, the more intense your heart beats.
When the man approached, I stood still, holding my breath and calling him softly: "...Ah Shan."
Yan Kongshan looked up instantly, the mood value on his head ranged from 80 to 85, and finally stopped at 90, and the color became romantic pink.
If there is any tool that can reflect the "mood value", everyone will know the color of love. It is different from any kind of "fan" in the world, it has more vitality than any kind of powder. That is the color of love blood, that is the proof that love is "alive".
If it weren't for the environment, I would really like to jump on Yan Kongshan, hug him tightly, kiss him gently, and tell him how much I miss him during this time.
Yan Kongshan straightened up, looked at me for a long time, and moved his arm suddenly. I thought he was going to hug me, but he just took the suitcase from me.
"Get in the car," he said, walking around to the back of the car, opening the rear cover, and stuffing the suitcase in.
When I fastened my seat belt, he got into the car from the other side.
The SUV drove slowly away from the gate of the school. I couldn't help but want to see him. There were many things in my heart to tell him, but I couldn't tell the priority. All of it rushed in my throat for a while, but fell into a short silence.
"Is it hot?" In the end, Yan Kongshan spoke first. "There is water next to you."
I looked at the storage bin under the car door and saw the unopened bottle of mineral water.
"It's okay." He said that, he opened the bottle of water and took a sip.
The sweet water flowed into the throat, and the tension and excitement seemed to calm down.
"I just saw Fu Wei."
"Puff! Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..." I almost squirted out a sip of water and choked a few times. I hadn't figured it out yet. My mouth had already explained, "He and I are not the same, and... and he has My girlfriend, the one you saw last time."
At a red light on the road, Yan Kongshan slowly stepped on the brakes and stopped behind the vehicle in front.
He tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, and he turned his head to look at me.
"So you talked to him?"
I may be more suitable for studying medicine, but I am definitely not suitable for studying finance. Witnessing Yan Kongshan's mood value dropped to 82, I can only describe it as "thrilling" in my heart.
Although the value of 82 is still in the controllable range, this decline has already explained the problem-he is upset.