If you receive a letter, you will have to reply. Yankongshan is so solemn, so I can't take it lightly.
According to the map query, I found a larger stationery store near the school and asked the boss to recommend a pen suitable for me.
After asking me if I have a writing habit 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 grip, 14k gold nib, the king of cost-effectiveness." The boss recommended, "It has weight, writing does not float, and the 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. Nodding his head, he settled down without much entanglement, and then asked the boss if he sold ink.
"It's pink."
"pink?"
"Yes." I thought about it and abstracted, "Pink like love."
The boss frowned, turned around and searched according to my description, and quickly found a bottle of ink and placed it in front of me.
"Bai Le's Qiu Ying is a very beautiful pink color, and the price is very high." The boss looked me up and down, and suddenly started gossiping, "You guys write love letters?"
My face became hot, and I didn't explain much, just hummed softly.
"There aren't many handwritten love letters like you now. Would you like to see letter paper and envelopes? I also have many styles of this type, both ancient and modern, all over the world."
These are of course essential. Finally, under the enthusiastic promotion of the boss, I bought another stack of letter paper and envelopes printed with a light pink rose pattern.
After shopping, I went back to the bedroom and finished inking the pen. I spread out the letter and sat on the chair for a while, and decided to make a draft first.
The ink recommended by the boss is really pink, and although it is still different from the color I see through synaesthesia, it is also very close.
My words are not like Yankong Mountain. I don’t have so many sharp strokes. If I have to say something, I am a little delicate. When I look at the letter from a distance, it seems that small cherry blossom petals have fallen on the top.
I have written it many times but I am not satisfied, I am always afraid that Yankongshan will be disappointed when I receive it. It wasn't until the lights were about to go out that I was able to write down the last stroke. Although I couldn't say I was 100% satisfied, I was too sleepy to write a new one.
The two letters are carefully folded into the envelope and stamped. The next day, I dropped it into the mailbox at the school gate.
Wen Youran happened to be going to breakfast with me. Seeing this, I was quite curious. I was surprised that there were still people writing letters in this era.
"Are you a pen pal?"
I smiled at him: "No, it was written for my partner."
The little fat man was sucking milk, but when he heard the words, he froze for a moment. He just bit the straw and stared at me blankly.
"You still have time to fall in love in high school? Am I the only one in this world who doesn't have a partner?"
I don't know if this is comforting to him, but I just said honestly, "I didn't talk about it in high school, I only met during the summer vacation."
Wen Youran pursed her lips, drooped her brows and eyes, and was not very happy: "This may be the difference between a beautiful boy and an ordinary person. After the college entrance examination for a beautiful boy, he wants to get rid of the order, and ordinary people can't get rid of the order even if they want to."
I don't quite agree with him, it would be nice if it were that simple.
"If you don't want to take it off, take it off. I've been chasing it for a long time."
"Didn't you guys only know each other during the summer vacation? How long will it last?"
"Two months." I almost thought I couldn't catch up.
Wen Youran: "…"
He stared at me indifferently, the mood on the top of his head became even more blue, and he walked forward while sucking the milk, not really wanting to pay attention to me.
A month seems to be a long time, and it seems to be only a split second. When the long vacation was approaching, I packed my luggage early, and only waited for the end of the last class before embarking on my return journey.
I waited for this day as if I had been waiting for so long that when my mother called me and asked me if I wanted to live with her on November 11, I subconsciously refused. My mother probably didn't expect me to be so direct, and the phone was silent for a long time.
Without seeing her, I also knew that she must feel uncomfortable at this time, and she regretted her quickness for a while.
"I can't live anymore, I'll have dinner tomorrow night." I tried my best to make amends, "You cook more of my favorite dishes."
If I don't go to live with her, firstly, I really miss Qingmeiyu and my grandpa and the others, and secondly, I also feel uncomfortable, afraid of embarrassment at that time.
"Well, good." When my mother spoke again, her voice was a little gloomy, but she also smiled, "Mom will do it for you."
It turns out that my choice was correct.
I went to my mother's place at 5 o'clock and chatted with her for a while, discussing the relationship between mother and son. After six o'clock, she got up and started cooking. Not long after her husband got home from get off work, the two of them were sticking together in the kitchen for a while, and when they came out, I saw my new stepfather had a yellow patch on his head.
There's nothing more embarrassing than that, and I suspect that my presence affects their sex life.
So after dinner, no matter how enthusiastic the two of them were, I still firmly stated that I would return to Qingmeiyu on 11th.
Although my mother was a little lost, after my warm conversation that 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 with me, but Yankongshan called the day before and said they would come and pick me up.
"Come and pick me up?" I was stunned for a moment, then I was very surprised, "Okay. I have no class tomorrow after two o'clock. It's just right for you to go out after lunch."
"Um."
The topics that can be said in the bedroom are limited. I glanced at my roommates who were busy and went to the balcony outside with my mobile phone. Although the balcony is only the height of the second floor and faces a pedestrian path, it is still better than the bedroom.
"Ashan, what are you doing now?" I was lying on the balcony railing, hunched slightly.
In Hongshi at the end of September, the weather has subsided and the wind has softened, which is the best time to feel the body.
"Look at the stars in the yard."
I looked up at the sky, the city lights were too bright, only a few scattered stars could be seen, and the night sky seemed extraordinarily thin.
"Is it good-looking? I can't see it here." I was a little regretful that I couldn't see the same scenery with him.
Yankongshan's low and magnetic laughter was transmitted through the mobile phone, and the tiny fluff in the ears shuddered because of the tremor.
"Not as good as you."
I pursed my lips and couldn't control the smirk on my face.
Falling in love is probably the most affordable way to be happy, right? Just a simple sentence, I can be happy for a long time. And this kind of happiness, I can have unlimited.
After chatting for more than an hour, the phone burned my face, but I didn't want to hang up at all.
It was almost midnight, the crowds on the trail decreased, and the roommates also fell asleep one after another. In the end, Yankongshan called me to go to bed earlier, and the call was delayed and hung up.
On the second day, the weather was particularly good, the sun was shining on the body, and there was no burning sensation, but it was a little warm. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sky was so clear that there was no impurities in it.
I don't know if it's because I'm going on vacation or because of the sunny weather, I've been wanting to hum since morning. All the time, no matter the occasion, there is always a melody that repeats in my mind.
After the last class, Wen Youran and I went back to the dormitory to pick up the suitcase. On the way, he was still saying that I was worthy of being a target person. Taking a vacation was like 5 million in China, and wrote "urgent" in it. face.
I touched my face and didn't know what the expression on my face was, but as he said, I was really excited for the upcoming meeting.
"Because I haven't seen you for a month." I whispered.
Wen Youran snorted: "You don't need to explain to me, just let me endure this sour love that I shouldn't bear at such a young age."
I:"…"
You don't seem to be willing to accept it.
The phone vibrated lightly, and when I saw it, it was a message from Yankongshan, saying that he had arrived at the school gate.
Afraid that he would be in a hurry, I quickened my pace and dragged my suitcase to the door.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Wen Youran didn't understand why I suddenly accelerated, so he had to run after me.
Yankongshan's SUV is huge in size and belongs to the muscular tough guy in the car. Most people will feel somewhat unruly in the same frame as it. However, Yankongshan just casually leaned against the car door, lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, as if he was shooting an advertisement poster.
Tall sycamore trees were planted on both sides of the road, and the sunlight cast mottledly through the canopy, forming fine shadows on him. The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up, revealing a strong forearm. His face drooped slightly, but on the contrary, his strong and deep facial features were highlighted.
Maybe it was because I was close to my hometown, but when I saw someone, I was not in a hurry. I just stood not far away and looked at him, calming my breath.
"Oh, what are you doing walking so fast..." Wen Youran caught up with me, fanning the wind with her hands, unable to breathe evenly, "Could it be that your girlfriend came to pick you up in person... Wow!" Suddenly he saw Yankong Mountain on the side of the road was startled, and he exclaimed inexplicably, "Where is this model from? It's too handsome, right? The theater next door?"
"Well...Little Fatty, the person to pick me up is here, we'll see you after the holiday, goodbye." My thoughts were all on Yankongshan, and I didn't take my eyes off. The suitcase walked towards the SUV on the side of the road.
The closer you get, the faster your heart beats.
When I got close to the man, I stood up, holding my breath and calling him softly: "...Ashan."
Yankongshan looked up instantly, the mood value on his head went from 80 to 85, and finally stopped at the 90 mark, and the color became a romantic pink.
If there is any tool that can show the "mood value", everyone will know the color of love. It is different from any kind of "powder" in the world, and it has more vitality than any kind of powder. That is the color of love's blood, that is the proof that love is "alive".
If it wasn't for the circumstances, I really wanted to jump on Yankongshan, hug him tightly, kiss him gently, and tell him how much I miss him during this time.
Yankongshan straightened up, looked at me for a long time, and moved his arms suddenly. I thought he was going to hug me, but he just took the suitcase from me.
"Get in the car," he said, going around to the back of the car, opening the rear lid, and stuffing the trunk in.
When I buckled up, he got into the car from the other side.
The SUV slowly drove away from the school gate. I couldn't help but want to see him. I had a lot of things to say to him, but I couldn't tell the difference between the main and the secondary.
"Is it hot?" In the end, Yankongshan was the first to speak, "There is water next to you."
I glanced at the storage compartment under the door and saw an unopened bottle of mineral water.
"It's okay." That's what he said, but he opened the bottle of water and took a sip.
The sweet water flowed into the throat, and the nervous and excited emotions seemed to calm down a lot.
"I just saw Fu Wei."
"Pfft! Cough, cough...cough..." I almost spit out a mouthful of water and coughed a few times. Before I could figure it out, my mouth had already explained, "He and I are not related, and... and he has Girlfriend, the one you saw last time."
When the road met a red light, Yankongshan slowly stepped on the brakes and stopped behind the car in front.
Fingertips tap the steering wheel, and he turns his head to look at me.
"So you talked to him?"
I may be more suitable for studying medicine, but I must not be suitable for studying finance. Seeing Yankong Mountain's mood value drop to 82 a little bit, I can only describe it as "thrilling" in my heart.
Although the value of 82 is still in the controllable range, the decline is already very telling - he is not happy.