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Han Yeming's memories stopped suddenly, he suddenly remembered something and ran into the kitchen and asked his mother, "Mom, where are my elementary school textbooks?"

Mother Han looked at Han Yeming in surprise and said, "What kind of textbooks? Primary school textbooks should be in the storage room on the second floor. You can look for them and see if you can find them?"

As soon as she said that, she rushed to the second floor and searched in the storage room. After searching for about two or three hours, she finally found the love letter that she planned to give to Tang Yuxin in a book. His senior sister helped write it.

The love letter is as follows:

At that time, I hadn't had time to read "Jane Eyre", and my head was full of messy dreams.

Our label: rebellious and rebellious.

Fantasizing to travel north and south like Sanmao, carrying a bag with purified water, and writing touching words along the way.Occasionally play small and fresh, don't care about other people's eyes, wear a floral skirt and stand beside the snowflakes dancing railroad track to take pictures, post the photos with stamps and send them to strangers who have the same dream as us in the distance.I am used to listening to the cadence on the old-fashioned radio, counting the wrinkles on the old man's face over time, and weaving the fairy tale about the prince falling in love with Cinderella in the Gothic building.

Our label: extreme and stubborn.

Ignore the beauty of all the details and magnify all the messy mistakes.We always feel that the earth revolves around us, and the world exists because of us, so that we unintentionally hurt many people who care and love us.

Our label: Longing for Freedom.

Complain about running around and chasing in physical education class, love to run crazily on the playground after class; tired of "one, two, three, four" between classes, like to rampage and fight with many people; When we are unconventional, we are quietly building our own blueprints that do not belong to us at all.At that time, I felt that I was different from others, because we were unique, so I felt that I would be able to live and eat no matter what.

Our label: stubborn and strong.

At that time, we were timid in heart but brave in appearance, we began to be cowardly and finally became strong.When we are sad, we think that the whole world is against us, so we would rather wander the streets alone than admit our mistakes to those who love us.Then we grow up, we are reduced from a group to a single individual.We found many, many strange things.

It turns out that everyone has a hidden corner in their hearts, where our deepest secrets are buried. Others can't walk in, and we can't escape.

It turns out that we have a lot of pain that we can’t tell. For example, we don’t tell others that we are so inferior when we love to laugh. We envy A’s long black hair and envy B’s parents who drive BMW to school to pick him up every week. , envious of C's side never lacking good friends.These seemingly insignificant things can easily knock back all our fighting spirit within a second. Is our heart too fragile or the reality is too cruel?It was very lonely at that time, so I was often overwhelmed.

When we were in middle school, we fell in love with a certain youth writer, and felt that people around us didn't understand us as well as she did.I feel that her words are like drizzle, giving us comfort again and again when we are in distress.

It was only later that I slowly realized that I had been avoiding until I became dependent on the feeling of aimlessly wandering.

A friend once said that the blood flowing in our bones is the blood of advocating freedom. In fact, we are just a manifestation of unwillingness to degenerate.I don't know what romanticism is, but I want to be a "romanticist" with bruises all over my body.Yes, who doesn’t have a dream of wandering in the flowering season of adolescence, and then gradually regrets it when the edges and corners are gradually worn away by reality.

There was a typhoon in the city, the town was flooded by rain, and the hatred was gone before the pain.

I kept talking, cold and lonely, until the last moment, I dialed the phone number of that person with tears in my eyes.How are you?He replied that he was safe and sound, and looked at the pouring rain in front of him with a haggard look, and suddenly felt enlightened. He didn't hang up the phone until he heard a clear female voice from the opposite side.That was his girlfriend, and he was my crush in middle school... I said, when I really let go of him, I will confess my love to him. Before that, remember to pack your bags and travel all over China.

Youth is full of challenges, and no one can be sure which route belongs to them, and they are attached and hesitated until they miss it.

See all this piece of youth, wait for my long hair to reach my waist, and accompany me to travel all over the country, how about it?
Forget how beautiful the past was, and dedicate my best time to it.

After reading this love letter, Han Yeming was taken aback. This is obviously not the love letter he once wrote to Tang Yuxin, it seems to be written to him by another girl!As for who it is, Han Yeming really doesn't know, because too many beauties wrote him love letters when he was studying, so he doesn't know who it is.

Then Han Yeming continued to search, and finally found the love letter in a corner. It was a yellowish pink stationery with a big red Cupid heart drawn on it.

The love letter is as follows:

When the notes stopped on the strings, when the chalk was flying on the blackboard, when we became strangers, I laughed, laughing that our love was too fragile, and I had no time to take care of it.I forgot how long I hadn't entered the space, so I was stunned when I saw the "sorry" you left me.My personality signature was still changed to "Slut is hypocrisy" on the day of the final exam. We broke up because of a trivial matter that day.I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you.I am a true Scorpio boy, who loves revenge and has a strong heart. Even if I want to be soft, I will never do it. I am too stubborn and extreme.Yes, in my world, there are only good and bad, black and white.You are wrong, you are wrong, there is no reason.Hehe, what kind of friendship once played is really more unforgettable than love.It's all nonsense. In the face of friendship and love, don't you still choose the latter.So, when I think of you, I feel that you are very hypocritical, so I would rather choose to avoid you, and I will never be friends with you.I am naturally sensitive and cannot tolerate any flaws in love, but I still miss it, and I am destined to die alone.When I was in the car that day, I saw a couple arguing over a trivial matter, and I thought of you. Why didn't we break up because of such a trivial matter.I miss you comforting me when I was broken in love, and pouring you a glass of boiling water when your stomach hurts.Are we unable to go back?Love, together for a long time must be divided.Let me tell you, I regretted it the day after you left me.However, I can't regret it.Just treat it as if I stumbled on the road of youth.I'd better eat alone and take a walk alone, and besides, you won't come back.I cried again.Tang Yuxin I really like you.Signed Han Han Yeming.

Han Yeming looked at the yellowed so-called love letter, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. He cried while smiling. How could he still remember what happened in elementary school? Could it be because of the innocent and kind-hearted man in his memory? Is it your little princess?
Thinking back to the fact that I asked my senior to write this love letter for me and bought a lot of food for her, I felt so innocent and cute at that time, and looking at the so-called love letter I asked that senior to write, I couldn’t read it. This crooked font can't even be divided into paragraphs, and this hypocritical text suddenly rejoices that this love letter was not handed over to her.

Han Yeming was sitting down on the floor at the moment and was laughing with tears. Looking at these letters full of youthful words and the pure and beautiful campus life at that time, he suddenly felt nostalgic from the bottom of his heart. Tang Yuxin really didn't remember that time I just thought it was a bit ironic, so he put the letter in his coat pocket, originally he planned to tear it up, but he was really reluctant so he just kept it.

Han Yeming was about to go out when he heard Han Mu Nanning say, "Yeming, where do you want to go now, I tell you not to look for Tang Yuxin again, if you look for that woman again, I will break your legs .”

Seeing her mother's cannibalism, Han Yeming said, "Don't worry, I won't go to her. I've already broken up with her." Then he showed a sly smile to his mother.

Mother Han nodded, "This is my good son! You go out, I will make whatever you want for lunch now."

This face change is faster than the sky change!Han Yeming grinned and said, "I'm not going back today to eat outside." He ran away before Han's mother could continue to say something.

Han Yeming was just about to call those good brothers who used to come out for a drink, when he saw a familiar figure on the road, isn't that woman An Zixi!
As if he had discovered a new continent, Han Yeming quickly put his phone away, and then quietly followed the woman.

All I saw was An Zixi's very low-key attire, a loose coat, a black hat, a red scarf, and a big sunglasses covering his eyes, but Han Yeming still noticed him.He heard that An Zixi was missing, so he didn't expect to meet An Zixi here, so where and what does this woman want to do?

He had been quietly following behind An Zixi to find out, but he would lose his whereabouts if he followed. Han Yeming was feeling puzzled when he heard a familiar woman's voice:
"Don't move, raise your hands." It was An Zixi's voice. It turned out that this woman had discovered her stalking early in the morning. What's the purpose of this woman?
"An Zixi is me. I'm Han Yeming. Don't you know me? We've met many times." Han Yeming raised his hand and turned around to see An Zixi holding a dagger. An Zixi is completely different from what I saw a few days ago. Even her temperament is like another person. In Han Yeming's impression, An Zixi is obviously a very gentle and weak woman. It is obvious that the woman in front of him is different from the woman before. It's different, his body looks very healthy, and his voice is not as sweet as before, so that it can drip water.

Today's An Zixi is simply a female spy!

"Hehe, Han Yeming, what are you doing behind me?" Tang Yuxin glanced at Han Yeming's eyes. This man is used to lying, and his eyes are so erratic.

Then I saw Han Yeming replying with a playful smile, "Look at what you said, I'm not stalking, I just plan to catch up and ask you, you see you are so excited, why don't you use a knife?" Let it go, you said that you accidentally scratched me and you will be held criminally liable, and you will be in trouble."

Tang Yuxin saw someone following her but didn't expect it to be Han Yeming. Seeing Han Yeming approaching me, she put away the dagger and put it in her pocket.

"I'll go, An Zixi, your pocket is really big. You can even put a dagger in it. Where did you buy it? I want to buy one for my girlfriend." Han Yeming only felt this. The atmosphere was really weird, so he casually shifted his attention.