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

Et les amours reviendront

C'est commea

Si c'est commea”

Xiao Yao: "..."

What is all this stuff?

Young people these days really go to great lengths to show off.

The back of this letter has QQ: XXXXXXXXX written on it.

They even drew two horizontal lines, making it look like they got a perfect score of 100.

They didn't even leave a name.

Wow, you're so arrogant.

Xiao Yao didn't really want to reply to this person.

In reality, there's nowhere to go back to, because no one knows who he is.

Unless you add that QQ account.

That's trashy and domineering.

While silently complaining to himself, Xiao Yao stuffed the painting back into the envelope and then opened the third letter.

The third letter was also short, only a thin page, but both the letter paper and the envelope were exquisite.

The boy's handwriting is neat and beautiful.

The contents of the letter are as follows:

"Are you going to travel far north?"

Then I will abandon my decision to head south.

Which vast city will you go to?

I ultimately chose to follow.

Time flies so fast,

We may never have a day to meet again.

I wish to bury this feeling deep within my heart.

Until memories turn to ashes.

Would you like to come with me?

After passing through, the boundless longing in my heart will be relieved.

Cast aside all worldly grudges and grievances.

Growing up amidst the impermanence of life.

Will you come with me?

Don't let your thoughts struggle in the cold wind.

Follow me, you won't be afraid.

Let's create that warm and cozy home together.

"Pfft—" Xiao Yao laughed out loud, and Mr. Wu, the music teacher, and several members of the orchestral club all turned to look at him.

Xiao Yao raised his hands, stuck out his tongue, and apologized to them.

The beginning was written in a decent manner; while it wasn't particularly well-written, at least the rhymes were discernible.

Although three different rhymes were used.

And the last sentence, "Let's create that warm home together," is just so straightforward.

Yes, that's exactly what makes Xiao Yao laugh.

Xiao Yao felt that there was a wonderful part to this poem, which had a profound meaning.

Its first section actually talks about following the woman, which is the most common lie men tell when pursuing women.

In the last section, he couldn't hide it anymore, his true nature was revealed, and he accidentally told the truth, which became "Follow me."

The novel "Model Love Letter" by Gao Xiaosong has a similar theme.

The first section says, "I am the oak tree you sit idly by the window, I am the book beside you when you first shed tears, I am the candle you gaze at on a spring night, I am the elegant dress you wear in autumn."

The second verse becomes, "I want you to open the window you hung in the summer sun, I want you to hold my hand and stroll in the afternoon, I want you to look into my eyes and then silently tell me how sorrowful first love is..."

The transition from "I am yours..." to "I want you..." is so fresh and natural; it truly deserves to be called a model love letter.

Take Xiao Yao himself for example. When he first learned that Shen Jie was his future wife, he didn't care about anything else and just wanted to get her as soon as possible.

As for a son-in-law? So be it. I'd be happy to drink his water and even pour out his foot bath water.

In just a few months, Xiao Yao's relationship with Shen Jie had progressed to this point, and he gradually became greedy.

I hope that when I get married in the future, I can have a more equal marriage.

They want to have more initiative and control in the process of dating.

Are all men like this?

Men, not one of them is any good.

and many more.

This guy who signs his name as "Lin Yu" is actually a poet?

Only Yu Luying and I subscribed to the Poetry Journal at school. Because there were too few poets, the Poetry Society was forced to close down.

Now a third poet has suddenly appeared?

Although it looks like it's only at the junior high school level.

Could it be a freshman in this year's high school class?

Why not get to know him and ask him if he wrote the poem himself or copied lyrics from somewhere else?

Xiao Yao immediately decided to go and meet this "rain-soaked" classmate.

He took out his phone, ready to report the big news of "a third poet appearing in the school" to Shen Jie, and then saw two missed calls and several unread messages.

Oh dear, I forgot to check my phone for so long.

Xiao Yao opened the unread messages.

The smile froze on his face.

Without thinking, he picked up his schoolbag, stood up, and ran all the way to the door of the music classroom.

The boy's actions attracted the attention of a small group of people.

"Yu Luying!" he called out to Yu Luying in a low voice, waving his hand.

The instrumental music from the rehearsal stopped, and this time Xiao Yao attracted most people's attention.

All eyes turned to the direction where Yu Luying and Xiao Yao were.

"What are you doing now!" Yu Luying stood up reluctantly, with an impatient look on her face, holding her cello.

Xiao Yao waved his phone at Yu Luying.

--split line--

Shen Jie quickened her pace, trying to shake off the dark figure behind her.

He was a short man, a little shorter than Shen Jie, dressed in all black with a dark hood. Whenever he lowered his head, his entire face would be shrouded in shadow.

Clearly, this person wants to be as inconspicuous as possible, but in the real world, dressing like this makes him unforgettable to anyone who sees him, and then makes them want to stay away.

Shen Jie immediately recognized that this was Zhang Zhengkai.

After lying to him last time, saying "Xiao Yao and I have already done 'that'", Zhang Zhengkai ran away, and Shen Jie originally thought he would give up.

Unexpectedly, he actually showed up at the gate of the new school on the second day of school.

Shen Jie didn't want to talk to him, so she picked up her schoolbag, turned around, and left.

While walking, he sent two text messages to Xiao Yao. When he didn't reply immediately, he made a phone call, but no one answered.

"Never mind," Shen Jie thought.

As the former vice president of the 7th Girls' High School Karate Club, dealing with Zhang Zhengkai, a short young man who had not received any training, was a piece of cake.

Moreover, based on her understanding of Zhang Zhengkai, although he was a man of questionable character, it was hard to imagine that he would actually do anything to her.

So at first, Shen Jie wasn't very scared.

Until "Zhang Zhengkai" spoke to her.

At that time, Shen Jie had already reached the triangular pavilion under the bridge near the school when "Zhang Zhengkai" approached her as quickly as a ghost.

"Do you think you can escape?" The shadowy figure's voice was deep and hoarse, exuding a chillingly evil aura.

That's not Zhang Zhengkai's voice.