Yin Xian did not expect that he would receive a reply so quickly.
It was raining heavily outside the classroom window, the air was filled with water vapor, and the wet weather made people drowsy. The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and several students in the front row leaned on the table to catch up on sleep.
Yin Xian rubbed his tired temples and changed the books for the next class.
The strange touch made him turn the book over, and the sudden letter was caught in his math book, firmly clamped.
He took out the envelope, and the delivery address he wrote earlier was crossed out and replaced with his address.
The efficiency of sending and replying letters so fast is so abnormal that it seems like a supernatural event.
What cuts down on the horror of the supernatural event is that the ghost is quite a paper saver.
Shaking out the letter paper, Yin Xian began to read it.
"I want to be a monopoly in the future. After becoming a monopoly, I will eat all kinds of delicious food every day, and sleep when I am full... This time the watermelon is also rounder than before."
After reading this, he let out a "chuck" laugh.
The deskmate who came back to class cast a curious look at him.
"Are you watching something funny?"
"No." Yin Xian closed the letter, blocking his sight.
Because this is a rare and interesting thing in the boring study life, so he was distracted thinking about the content of the letter in class.
Should it be a happy country girl? Between the lines, there is a simple and honest stupidity.
She really loves to paint and paint. There are also parts of the letter that she erased with a pen, probably because she also realized that the content she wrote was not smart enough.
But she painted it back and forth, not hard enough.
It was also because of her obliterating behavior that he focused on reading the obliterated words.
Curving the corners of his lips, Yin Xian neatly copied down the equation on the blackboard, thinking: I will write back to her when I get back to the dormitory.
It rained harder when school was over.
The water in the playground was up to his knees, Yin Xian rolled up his school trousers and walked out holding an umbrella.
The parents who picked up their children crowded the school gate, and the cars parked outside blocked the roads on both sides.
After being wet by the rain, the whole world is frozen and sticky, the expressions on people's faces are irritable, and the sound of honking horns can be heard continuously from the whole street.
Saying goodbye to his classmates, Yin Xian took a shortcut while dripping dirty water.
He didn't have to look up to find anyone, he knew no one would pick him up from school.
This kind of weather makes people feel empty in their hearts and stomachs. Yin Xian planned to go to a restaurant to eat a bowl of steaming noodles with a lot of chili before going back to cram school.
He quickened his pace, got sideways with those anxiously waiting eyes, and entered the rain alone.
After a stormy journey, when he arrived at the noodle shop, Yin Xian's pants were already soaked.
He sighed deeply and closed his umbrella.
Turning around and entering the door, he unexpectedly met the person who was hiding from the rain outside the noodle shop.
The two looked at each other.
She frowned, slightly embarrassed.
A middle-aged man with a women's handbag in his hand stood between her and him.
Yin Xian looked at her, then at the man beside her, and swallowed the sound that came to his lips - "Mom".
She pursed her lips tightly, and hurriedly looked away from him, looking at the street where the rain was pouring.
Yin Xian calmed down in an instant, grasped the handle of the umbrella, opened the door and entered the noodle shop.
His father and his mother divorced, he followed his father, and then the mother and child have not seen each other for several years.
Yin Xian also expected that his mother would miss him like he missed her; he fantasized that she would come to find him and show her her excellent report card at that time... But he never expected that their goodbye would be like this.
With big mouthfuls, he ate a whole bowl of noodles.
A lot of chili and hot noodle soup failed to warm up the body temperature.
Yin Xian went out of the noodle shop, but his mother was no longer there.
The rain didn't stop, he was holding an umbrella, and suddenly he didn't know where to go.
Walking around anxiously in the rain, my clothes were dry and wet.
In the end, Yin Xian decided to go to the telephone booth and make a call with his father.
The monotonous beeps stretched into a tight straight line, and the mechanical female voice announced that no one answered.
After Yin Xian called for the fifth time, he was finally connected.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"dad."
His father's voice was dry: "Tell me, what's the matter."
Yin Xian thought for a while and asked.
"I finished high school, what after?"
"After that? You'll go to a good college, major in engineering..."
He interrupted his dad.
"I mean, after finishing high school, you don't need to board in a cram school anymore, right?"
"Of course, universities have dormitories."
His father waited for a while, but Yin Xian didn't speak.
"I'm busy. If you have nothing else to do, I'll hang up."
He was holding the receiver, and just about to stop him, the other end of the phone cut off.
17-year-old Yin Xian feels that he hates himself many times.
For the first time ever, he skipped evening classes in the cram school and locked himself in the dormitory.
He wanted to do something else, something unrelated to study, and then what
Yin Xian couldn't think of any interests he had, any way to relieve stress, and he couldn't even think of a song he liked to listen to.
It is full of books, school bags, cabinets, table tops, only books. Couldn't find anything else.
In the pen holder is a knife for sharpening pencils.
Yin Xian saw it.
He was suffocating with boredom, and his nails made deep marks on his skin.
He couldn't hold back, and pulled the knife out of the pen holder.
Just before he was about to scratch his skin, the math book was knocked off by his elbow, and the envelope inside fell out.
Yin Xian glanced at the floor.
Most of the schoolbag was wet due to the heavy rain, and a corner of the letter was not spared.
He picked up the letter, which also looked distressed.
The letter paper inside became tattered, and part of the words in the fountain pen were smudged—"Then you don't have much time to go home?"
Yin Xian put down the knife, found a pen, and wrote four words angrily.
[I have no home]
After finishing writing, he casually folded the messy paper, stuffed it into an envelope, and changed the address on the letter.
In this way, can it still be answered
Yin Xian rested his chin on the table, stared at the envelope and waited.
After watching, the letter disappeared out of thin air.
By the time the envelope reappeared, its wet corners had dried out.
The man still used the old letter paper, and the paper was dried, and the damaged parts were carefully pasted with transparent tape.
Yin Xian opened the letter.
This time, she didn't write.
She drew a big house around his "I don't have a home".
The big house has a chimney, windows, a ladder, and a stone road in front of the door; outside the house, there are the sun, a few flowers, a tree, and a little rabbit squatting next to the house. The background of some wavy lines is probably a small river.
He looked at her simple drawings, discerning what the circles and squares represented.
After a long time, Yin Xian folded the repaired letter paper and put it in the drawer.
He wrote a new piece of paper and asked her.
[Are you alive?]
The other party replied quickly, as if holding a pen, waiting for him in place.
[Haha, I am a living little fairy.]
Girls' characters are fat and round, and the last "female" is written elegantly, like a dancing villain, showing one leg raised high.
Instead of using the format of a letter, they kept talking to each other, like passing notes in class, and quickly threw the letter back and forth.
[Is it raining there?]
[It's always sunny here. The sun is very strong, there are so many flowers blooming on the mountain in spring, and the sky is unbelievably blue. Tomorrow is Saturday, I don't have class, and I will go to the stream with my mother to catch fish.]
[It sounds really good.]
[Is it raining in your city?]
[Yes, it has been raining.]
[Then have you been showered?]
[have.]
[Have you taken a hot bath yet? Don't catch a cold.]
Yin Xian sneezed loudly when he received this line of writing.
She was right, he really deserved a hot shower.
However, he still wanted to write a letter for a while.
[I'm fine, I'm healthy, I won't catch a cold.]
[Sounds like you're trying to be brave? It's not good if you have a cold.]
[Know.]
[I'm going to sleep, I'll write another letter tomorrow.]
[good.]
Yin Xianqian sat and waited for twenty minutes, but no new letter arrived.
He stood up, straightened the messy desk, and put the knife back into the pen holder.
It's time to take a shower...
Yin Xian opened the drawer and couldn't help looking at the pictures on the letter paper.
"Little fairy."
He read these three words and felt that her identity was quite credible.