HP Dear Miss Freak

"Only love and the wind of summer make you fall asleep."

"Thank you for always helping me." Ryan gave Sylvia a big smile. During the holidays, when Sylvia came to visit Rebecca, she would become a free laborer at 51 West Street.

"Don't be polite to me, Betty's friends are my relatives!" Sylvia glanced at Rebecca and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "You stinky girl who values ​​sex over friends."

"I didn't force you." Rebecca knocked on Sylvia's forehead with the ledger in her hand, "Who is diligently showing off her small battery and saying that she wants a display Opportunity for driving skills?" Sylvia was already more familiar with the shortcuts from the flower fields to the flower shop than the various trails at Hogwarts.

"Then I'm not helping everyone." Sylvia snorted, "That's because you have a lot of face, who dares to call me?"

"Don't look at Seale like this, he's a complete bully in school." Rebecca smiled at Ryan and ran to the store, "Tame It's not easy for her, do you know how powerful I am?"

"It's so cute, right?" Sylvia leaned into the boy's ear and laughed wickedly as if she was helping him to express her inner OS.

"Well, very cute." Ryan admitted it generously. "I don't know if you see it." He took his gentle gaze back and looked at Sylvia, "I like Betty very much."

"You, you, you, who can resist this trick? You tell her! Don't hurt the innocent! [] []" Sylvia sucked in a breath , took two steps back. She couldn't stand a straight ball attack anyway, let alone such a gentle boy.

"Don't tell her." Ryan made a silent gesture.

"I won't say it! You have to tell her this yourself!" Sylvia said quite decisively.

"I... don't know what she thinks." His hot eyes weakened a little, "I wrote her many letters, but no reply. I thought she went to school, After making new friends, I don't rely so much on me. I know I have nothing to do with myself, but I still look forward to her reply. To be honest, I'm worried that Betty will look down on me when she sees more good people. "

"How could she? And you're fine!" Sylvia's mind was spinning rapidly, and this situation was somewhat unexpected.

"But fortunately she comes to see me every time she comes home from vacation. Her enthusiasm has not changed, which really makes me relieved." Ryan smiled and turned his eyes to Rebecca's Direction, "I received a letter from her last year, but I don't know why I just thought... She posted a lot of stamps, for fear that it wouldn't look like it was in my hand."

"This shows that Betty cares about you." Sylvia relaxed a little, "But are you waiting for Betty to take the initiative? To be honest, it is quite active for a girl to do this. ." She remembers Rebecca's passion for sending letters. Even with her reassurances, the girl stubbornly insisted on putting up a few more stamps.

"Like I said, Betty can get to know more and better people." Ryan looked at Rebecca's back, a little lost, "I should be just a person to her. The brother who grew up with her since childhood, she is just used to it. In love, she should find a peer of the same age more suitable than me. "

"Age is never a problem! Ryan!" Sylvia's eyes widened, "You have been with each other for so many years! This is what other people's friendship can't buy!"

"People say that the Ai Bo couple are politicians, their whereabouts will not be exposed, and the neighborhood knows very little about their family, but the care for their two daughters is understandable. How could they put their beloved Ai Bo? Miss marrying an unsound person?" He shook his head with a bitter smile, "How can I make such a request? What am I going to pursue her with?"

"The Abbots should not marry Betty to a person who is not able or able. Betty should only marry someone she loves and loves her." Sylvie Ya said softly, "Do you understand?"

"Sylvia, then you say, if she really likes me, why is she hiding it from me?" Ryan smiled softly, "I selfishly want her to treat me with nothing. No reservations, because that's how I treat her."

"She is absolutely sincere to you." Sylvia sat down on the small bench, "She won't lie to you."

"I've been to Hutcheson Grammar School." Ryan met Sylvia's guilty gaze, "There's no Miss Abbot there."

"You still come so far?" Sylvia was a little uneasy.

"A chance to go to Scotland." He said briskly as he trimmed the flowers. "It's really cold there, especially when I find out I've been cheated."

"Will you give Betty some time?" Sylvia looked at him fixedly, "She must have her reasons, will you believe her?"

"Of course." Ryan looked at Rebecca, "I still believe she is a student at that school. If she doesn't plan to tell me, I will continue to believe it."

"You are so tired to think about each other silently, although there is nothing wrong." Sylvia squatted down depressed, "You should abandon the illusion that you are not worthy of Betty. Ryan, you Well, you should go after the girl you like."

"Searle, do you have someone you like?" Ryan looked at her and smiled.

"Me? Maybe not yet." Sylvia shook her head slightly.

"When you like someone, you will know why I feel unworthy of her." Ryan smiled friendly, playing with the hyacinth in the store, "The relationship has not changed. Falling in love with someone is humbling before it becomes a two-way street."

"I understand what you mean." Sylvia looked at the blue hyacinth in a good mood, "But you have to take that step."

"Well, I think you must be a girl who will actively pursue boys, right?" Ryan looked at her and smiled.

"Me?" Sylvia also laughed, "You may not know me yet. I always talk in a certain way, but it's hard to say what actually happens. already."

It's easier said than done.

Sylvia found that she would have some problems with standing and talking without backache. But seeing Rebecca doing so much for Ryan, the more she looked, the sweeter she became, the more she wanted to meddle in their own business to make them together, wishing she turned into a matchmaker and tied them together with red ropes.

For example, a girl in love is knitting a scarf for her beloved boy.

"Summer knitting scarves?" Sylvia sat on Rebecca's bed and read the bizarre books that Hoddle had brought. She's completely plunged into the stack of books this summer.

"Weaving is ready for Christmas right now." Rebecca said with a smile, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Isn't that an exaggeration? I always thought knitting or something was a pastime that you could do while watching TV."

"Practice makes perfect." Rebecca patiently opened a wrong pattern.

"Is this love? Can I sacrifice my summer vacation for the boy I like?" Sylvia shook her head, "If it were me, I would choose to take it to the four-poster bed at Hogwarts. I knitted while chatting with my sisters at night."

"We are going to the fifth grade, baby. The O.W.Ls exam is coming, remember?" The industrious little badger reminded with a smile.

"Ah!" Sylvia woke up like a dream, "I really forgot." She patted her head angrily: "Why do you like to come together?"

"What have you been up to lately? It's hard to tell you to go out and play. Are you really reading with Waughlin?" Rebecca tuned the radio so that the Weird Sisters sang a little less some.

"Can it still be fake? Fred and George don't believe it, Sirius doesn't believe it, and you don't believe it now." Sylvia sighed tiredly when she thought of her research, "I really need to buy a new bookshelf! After reading so many messy books, apart from adding a lot of useless new knowledge, I haven't been able to achieve the analogy I originally wanted!"

"It seems that Fred's status is not guaranteed when he goes on a trip." Rebecca showed her results to Sylvia, in exchange for the applause of the latter.

Responsibility. This kind of revolutionary friendship can't be compared to the heart and soul? And we agreed that they would go to Diagon Alley together on the day they returned to England. When they came back at noon, we made an appointment to meet at the Leaky Cauldron at 2pm. Don't leave. Look how urgent it is?"

"Then I can rest assured." Rebecca showed a reassuring smile.

"But I'm serious." Sylvia closed the book in her hand, "Woughlin has really helped me a lot, and I have been prostituting this guy for nothing. Do you think I'm too cheap?"

"The key to this question is what he thinks." Rebecca inexplicably tapped her head with a wool needle, "As long as he wants, no matter how thick your skin is, you are not cheap."

"It's not like I didn't treat him. He was eating and drinking at Sirius, how many meals came from me?" Sylvia pouted, "I still Helped him with hisCharms class! He's going to have his N.E.W.Ts exam soon! I promise he'll get an O and go…travel."

"Reluctant?"

"Of course I can't bear it." Sylvia didn't think there was anything she couldn't say, "However, we have known each other for five years, even if my heart is made of stone, it will not be at all. No regrets."

"Eh—if Fred is leaving, you won't have to cry?" Rebecca laughed knowingly.

"Fred dares to take me on a trip around the world? Rebellion?" Sylvia snorted in disbelief.

"It's dangerous for you to think like this, my girl." Rebecca shook her head, "Fred just tacitly agreed that you would stay by his side, only when you had an accident. Like the world is falling apart. You acquiesce that you will stay together forever, what if one day it's his and George's turn to travel?"

"No." Sylvia said so, but her aura sank, "The three of us will never give up one of them and go by yourself." But she quickly put on a happy smile: "When I was tortured by the curse, I was able to survive by this!"

"It's good that you're always so optimistic." Rebecca sighed, "But we never know what the bad news will be in the next second, like Ryan can't stand up again, And I used to believe that nothing could disrupt my life."

"The most annoying thing about this guy is that he says things that are offensive and right." Sylvia also sighed softly, "We also found a lot of books , he's right, it's gotta be..."

"Magic." Rebecca pulled out a reluctant smile and continued to focus on the scarf, "He said, it can't get better without magic. It looks like he I feel that magic must be omnipotent."

"Look at his reaction." Sylvia looked back at the conversation with Ryan, and more and more felt that the two of them just didn't make it clear.

"But what's the use of magic? Can't change anything?" Rebecca became emotional, clutching the unfinished scarf tightly, "I just think it's too ironic. "

"I can't comfort you, Betty." Sylvia got up and hugged her little angel, "Like you said, I tacitly agree that everything is going well for me and my family and friends "I told you before that I'm super afraid of failure, let alone unforeseen accidents? If this happened to me, I'd go crazy. You're much braver than me."

"What did you say before? The law of conservation of luck." Rebecca hugged her back, "So I think Ryan will be happier next time! Better than anyone!"

"Of course! He has a girl like you thinking about him, can he still be happy?" Sylvia laughed.

"I am." Rebecca shook her head, "You don't know what he is to me."

"He's your sun, Miss Sunflower." Sylvia took out the dried sunflowers from the vase and handed it to Rebecca, "What a blessing it is to have someone who gets along with each other day and night and accompanies each other. not to mention a warm little sun?"

"You know what? You're right when you say I look like a sunflower." Rebecca took the sunflower, "I only later heard that the flower language of sunflower is silent love. ."

"Really?" Sylvia blinked, "such a sunny flower has such a low-key flower language? Just like I didn't think that the flower language of looking at the petite and lovely hyacinth is to ignite life Fire to enjoy a lifetime."

"Sunny but quiet on the surface, petite but warm on the surface." Rebecca smiled and nodded, "Because sunflowers chase the sun all day, just like the eyes of those who always chase their hearts Same."

"Then you have to catch your sun!" Sylvia slapped her thigh and gave a thumbs up.

"Searle, I'm waiting for the day when you run up to me and tell me: 'Betty! I've found my sun!'" Rebecca's smile was more than a flower moving.

"Me? It's a great honor to have you by my side." Sylvia let out a sigh of relief, "I've always been grateful, Merlin is so kind to me!"

It's been so smooth all the time, it's as smooth as taking a big heroine script. Is this really reasonable? So many things that have come one after another have really been turned into small things by me?

Sylvia is indeed grateful to Merlin, and even more grateful to everyone around her. He De He Neng will spit out these words. But she did feel how lucky she was to meet everyone at Hogwarts.

Thanks to the people who light up the front for me like this, let me be in the starry sky, and I can walk forward without any scruples on the river of light paved with gentleness and love.

The author has something to say:

I really like Shakespeare's phrase "May your long summer never wither", it's as romantic as "Life is like summer flowers". Summer can always give me a happy feeling, so my selfishness will make the summer vacation longer. And it seems that everyone likes to use summer to refer to beauty and eternal happiness.

Betty and Ryan's emotional line is to satisfy the selfishness of a Bamboo Horse Party of mine (I don't particularly love it, but I like it very much) hahahaha. For me, it's like that lyric companionship is the longest confession of love. Although there is not a lot of writing and ink, this emotional line will always be hahaha. Of course, it is very important, and it also has a certain influence on Searle's feelings.

Harm! Who has no influence on Searle? I write and write, everyone is serving the baby girl hahahahaha!

I really like Searle, especially recently.

This may be why I write longer and longer. I have already changed the original size two or three times, hahaha.

This chapter is still daily, but I looked at the manuscript box, and the rest of the chapters are going to be pretty pretty exciting.

I think it should be good to have such daily interspersed bursts hahahaha