Country M.
Han Jinchu went to the Vatican Academy of Art to register. The school environment is very good and the students are also very friendly.
She met the master, Fan Xing, who wanted to accept her as a disciple.
Fan Xing is very busy and doesn't show up often, but he is a master that students admire very much.
Han Jinchu’s head teacher introduced to the class, “This is Han Jinchu who has just transferred from Country Z. You have all seen her work.”
"It's her? It's the dynamic painting she drew?" The students were boiling.
"She is the apprentice that Master Fan Xing personally wants to accept??"
"It's her. Everyone can communicate a lot in the future, and there will be another transfer student who will come tomorrow." The head teacher said, "Student Han, it's okay. You go to your seat and start class now."
"is teacher."
Han Jinchu sat in the empty seats in the last row.
She will spend a long time here, three years of high school, four years of college.
Her seven years.
'Hi, Xia Yichen, in my country M, the weather is fine. The school is very good, the teachers are very good, the classmates are very good, everything is fine, how about you? '
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When school was over, Han Jinchu went to Sherry to help her arrange a place for her. She heard Han Jinnian say from a distance, "Han Jinchu, your teacher really loves you, and arranged such a good accommodation for you!"
Of course they wouldn't know that Mo Yichen asked Sherry to arrange these in her name, so as not to cause Han Jinchu's psychological burden.
"Teacher, what's the use, cooked duck!" Feng Qinlan complained, "A good young master of the Mo family, just like that!"
"Just say a few words, Jin Chu feels uncomfortable, now we can't rely on the little master of the Mo family, we rely on our own hands!" Father Han said, "Furthermore, Jin Chu has worshipped Master Fan Xing as his teacher, and he will definitely become Huang Tengda in the future. ."
"Well, when she takes off, I will step into the coffin with one foot."
Han Jinnian was too lazy to listen to these two people complaining about it, and changed to a new home. The conditions are better than before. I don’t know how many times. She is in a good mood and said to Han Jinchu, "By the way, Han Jinchu, the mailbox outside is full. You have time to deal with it. !"
mailbox
She just moved here, where did the letter come from? Is it the owner of the previous house
Han Jinchu walked to the mailbox and opened it. As expected, a bunch of letters appeared—
She leaned down to pick it up and found that the recipients were all Han Jinchu.
She held the letter and went to her room.
The familiar handwriting on the envelope made her heart suddenly shake. Is this Mo Yichen's handwriting!
She opened a letter and couldn't help being surprised when she saw the content of the letter.
"Han Jinchu, Happy Zhanxin. Lemon and I have arrived in Country Z. Are you okay? You can call me if you have anything..."
The date of signing is actually ten years ago.
This is…
Could these be the letters that Mo Yichen had promised to rewrite to her, and that she had missed
He actually wrote it! !
Also send it here! !
How does he know her specific address here? She didn't seem to tell him yet
Han Jinchu didn't have time to think so much, so he opened up one by one.
From the age of five to fifteen.
is that a lie.
She asked him how many letters he had written, and he said that she had never responded to him, and he didn't write it for a long time.
However, these letters in front of her told her that he actually insisted on writing for ten years!
She never wrote back to him, but he wrote to her every month.
Twelve letters a year, ten years, one hundred and twenty letters.
In the beginning, there were a lot of things written in the letter. There were several pages of letter paper in a letter, but then they gradually disappeared. Sometimes there is only one piece of paper.
Sometimes there are only a few sentences in it.
Even later, it was all blank letter paper.
However, she seemed to see her unbelievable persistence.
"Han Jinchu, when will you come to redeem the necklace your mother left you?"
"Han Jinchu, I won the award again. This time it seems that the whole world is reporting. Have you seen TV?"
"Han Jinchu, City Y is very beautiful, do you want to come?"
"Han Jinchu, I haven't seen snow for a long time, what about you? Does it still snow often?"
"Han Jinchu, I am in junior high school."
"Han Jinchu, I am in high school."
Han Jinchu, I have traveled all over the world, but you are nowhere to be found.
Han Jinchu, I have met many people, but no one is as pure and transparent as you, so I can't forget it once I see it.
Han Jinchu, I have won many awards, but none of them make me happy like your smile.
Han Jinchu, I sent my thoughts to you across the ocean, but why do you always have no response.
Han Jinchu, do you know? In the distant sky, there is a star named after you. I found it, but I can't find you.
Han Jinchu, Han Jinchu, Han Jinchu.
I have a lot to tell you, but I found that I can't write a word to you. The blank letter paper represents my lovesickness. I will do whatever scenery you want to draw in my heart.
…
Han Jinchu's eye sockets suddenly became warm, glittering with crystals, as if they were about to fall.
She didn't know he was so stubborn.
She remembered that he said that she would spend her life in exchange for all his secrets, and now he has sent all the secrets to her, but he...
He didn't even dare to say goodbye, for fear that it would touch the heartstrings and be discovered that he was actually fragile.
At this moment, her cell phone rang.
She saw his name flashing on the screen, and quickly answered the phone while wiping her tears.
"Hey, Xia Yichen, you..."
"Quickly come out and open the door." His voice rang from the phone.
"What? What?" Han Jinchu suddenly swallowed what he wanted to say, and didn't react for a while.
He sneezed, and she thought of something, then she stood up and opened the window with hindsight and saw that someone was downstairs now, rushing out without even thinking about it.
Open the door...
He looked at her.
Sneezed again.
Damn it!
He just wanted to rush over and call her. He didn't expect it to be so cold here. His clothes were so thin that he couldn't keep the cold out even if he was wrapped in a scarf made by her.
She didn't hold back her tears, rushed over and threw into his arms.
Now, it was much warmer, and he forgot to sneeze for a while.
He hugged her tightly with his hands, as if all the cold had disappeared without a trace at this moment.
"Xia Yichen, why are you here? Why are you here, you..."
Compared to her shock, he seemed much calmer.
He opened his mouth and said to her: "Seven years are too long, and I am not sure I can endure the thoughts. Therefore, when the butterfly in my palm chooses to fly away, and I can't do anything, I can only choose to go with her."
This is probably the most beautiful love story in the world she has ever heard.
She heard herself crying in his arms, crying messily.