You're my wife, don't doubt it!

She had already rejected him, but he still kept pestering her, only asking that they "be friends again."

A young girl would never believe a man's words.

Now it seems that his greatest wish was really to become good friends with himself again.

Yu Luying felt a pang of sadness, which then gave rise to resentment towards the person in front of her.

Stop, stop, stop.

"Let's go." Yu Luying uttered these two words softly, then turned and left.

Because she deliberately maintained a physical distance, Xiao Yao had no idea what she was thinking. He simply followed her as usual and walked alongside her again in the campus corridor.

School had already let out for quite some time, and there weren't many people left in the school. Those who stayed on campus for club activities had mostly gone to the activity room.

Xiao Yao and Yu Luying walked side by side, their ears filled with the shouts of people playing basketball on the playground downstairs. Every now and then, he would bump into the girl's shoulder.

"Hey, stop pushing me!" Yu Luying complained. "You can walk in front or behind me."

“Don’t forget, our public identity at school is still that of a couple,” Xiao Yao said.

"Do couples really have to squeeze together like this?" Yu Luying said.

It's really troublesome for two people to walk side by side but not be able to hold hands, Xiao Yao thought.

Laterally, physical impacts caused by this orbital deviation are likely to occur, just like before.

In terms of vertical movement, everyone's speed is different.

Xiao Yao used to think that couples holding hands when they went out was a ritual to express intimacy.

It's only now that I realize that the handle actually has a fairly practical function.

Even in a symbiotic relationship like mine and Little Apple's, 100% coordination and synchronization are impossible.

This is a good thing, Xiao Yao thought.

Only in this way could he confirm that he and Yu Luying were still two people, two relatively complete and independent individuals.

“I’m telling you,” Xiao Yao said, “from now on, whether at school or anywhere, don’t just blindly rush around by yourself anymore. It makes me feel like I’m being dragged around like a dog by you, which is really not nice.”

"Okay, whatever you say—" Yu Luying replied, "When have I ever rushed in alone?"

“Once at noon on the rooftop,” Xiao Yao reminded her, “and again just now when I was erasing the blackboard.”

“I was angry with Shen Jie on the rooftop back then, it was a special situation,” Yu Luying said. “I was wiping the blackboard—I waited until you finished wiping the blackboard before I left, and I even stopped at the door for a few more seconds to wait for you and glanced at you—I thought you had seen me.”

“I didn’t see it,” Xiao Yao said. “I was focused on erasing the blackboard at the time.”

"Then what do you want me to do?" Yu Luying retorted stubbornly, "In front of Wang Yang, Wang Ming, and their gang, say, 'Xiao Yao, come with me to the toilet'?"

"Alright, alright," Xiao Yao said, pressing his temples with a headache. "Just be a little more careful and don't be too reckless. You don't want rumors circulating at school that we're both crazy—"

“I don’t care,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao. “Really, I don’t care what others say about me anymore.”

"Can you be careful?" Xiao Yao was getting a little angry: "I don't want to have an epileptic seizure, it's very uncomfortable."

“Okay, okay,” Yu Luying said, “whatever you say.”

"You son of a bitch—" Xiao Yao couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hmm," Yu Luying smiled and nodded, "Okay, I understand—are you satisfied with this attitude?"

"Whatever, whatever." Xiao Yao waved his hand dejectedly.

The two went back to the classroom—there were hardly any people left. They took Xiao Yao's backpack and phone before heading towards the large music room in the main building.

Yu Luying seems to have good interpersonal relationships in the orchestral club. Several girls took the initiative to come up to her and greet her warmly, chatting about their experiences over the summer.

When they saw Xiao Yao following behind Yu Luying, they showed surprised expressions, covered their mouths and chuckled, and pulled Yu Luying aside for "severe interrogation".

When asked if she had a boyfriend, Yu Luying neither denied nor admitted it, but simply smiled bitterly and remained silent.

Seeing that Yu Luying had tacitly accepted the "boyfriend" thing, the girls cheered happily, winking and waving at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao felt a pang of sadness, but still smiled and replied, "Hello everyone."

It seems that rumors aren't actually spreading as widely as Shen Jie claimed, Xiao Yao thought.

During rehearsal, Xiao Yao, feeling a little bored, took out his schoolbag and prepared to do his homework.

Then I remembered that I had taken exams all day today, but there was no homework.

He took out his phone, wanting to check if there were any new messages, but his eyes fell on the three "love letters" written to Shen Jie.

Xiao Yao's lips curled up slightly. He put his phone back into his backpack, took out the three letters, and prepared to read them again before writing a polite rejection reply for Shen Jie.

As Yuan Longping once said: "We're still eating too much."

However, Xiao Yao found it very interesting.

Oh, by the way, how about I ask Shen Jie to write me a love letter later?

Unfortunately, I can no longer make this request to Yu Luying.

It took Xiao Yao until now for him to finally come to his senses.

His heart ached a little.

Chapter 353 My Wife's Love Letter

2023-10-17

To my dearest classmate Xu Qingwei:

The first thing that catches the eye is this line of text.

What an idiot, dear Yigang.

Xiao Yao flicked the letter in his hand with his finger, making it unfold; the paper rustled. He focused his gaze and continued reading.

"Writing letters has never been my forte, but my heart has been overflowing with thoughts of you these past two days. So, I chose to write to you late at night, right after I finished my homework."

Xiao Yao shook his head vigorously.

This isn't very good.

Before reading this, I knew you might have some concerns, but so did I. I just knew that without fighting for it, I would have nothing.

"I'm worried about your grandma's mouth," Xiao Yao thought. "I've only been at this school for two days, comrade, who are you going to send it to?"

"You are like a ray of light, shining into my dark and sunless sky..."

You know what, I kind of agree with that.

The Gospel of John begins by saying that the light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not overcome the light…

Xiao Yao continued reading.

"I used to think that life was a linear journey, and once you missed something, you missed it. But later I discovered that some things are cyclical, like destiny; if the connection isn't severed, you can't escape it..."

Xiao Yao: "???"

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt jealous.

Neuropathy.

The following pages contained several more pages of empty, flowery language that seemed to repeat itself over and over, making Xiao Yao feel deeply ashamed of being a fellow literary youth.

It's a grammatically incorrect sentence, right? Oh well, it doesn't matter.

The discordant sound of sawing wood during orchestra rehearsals started up again, giving Xiao Yao a headache.

The girl playing the oboe sounded like she was about to die.

Honestly, what's the point of joining a club of this caliber?

"Stop, stop, stop!" shouted Ms. Wu, the music teacher.

Xiao Yao lowered his head and looked at the letter writer's signature: Wei Sidong.

Wei Sidong, right? Man, you've caught my attention.

Xiao Yao took out his 2B pencil, then switched to a ballpoint pen after thinking for a moment, and began to write a reply for Shen Jie in a specially shrunk font.

"To Wei Sidong, I hope you are well."

Xiao Yao first expressed his heartfelt gratitude for Wei Sidong's kindness, then praised the other's writing talent. He then changed the subject and talked at length about the "Middle School Student Code of Conduct" and the "Middle School Student Daily Behavior Norms," ​​encouraging the other to focus on his studies, make progress every day, and so on—a bunch of nonsense that even he himself didn't believe.

Looking at the graph paper, Xiao Yao realized that he had written a lot since it was the first time he had written a love letter back. Fearing that the other person might mistakenly think there was still hope, he quickly ended the letter, saying that he had lofty ambitions and would be studying in the United States in the future, and that he already had someone he loved. He added that they would still be good friends and classmates in the future—regardless of whether his stance was contradictory or not, and then he hastily put down his pen.

Being a popular beauty must be tough, Xiao Yao thought to herself as she opened the second letter.

The second letter—though called a letter, it didn't actually contain a single Chinese character.

That was actually a painting.

The simple sketch depicts a boy turned to the side and a girl turned to the side facing him (in short, they are face to face). The boy is holding a bouquet of flowers, which appears to be roses.

You know what, it looks pretty good.

Although I'm a layman and don't understand it, it still looks alright.

Next to the painting, I wrote this passage.

“Quand toutes les feuilles tomberont