Perfect Pampered Marriage: Good Morning, Hubby

Country M.

Han Jinchu went to Vatican Academy of Art to register. The school environment is very good and the students are very friendly.

She met the master, Fan Xing, who wanted to accept her as a disciple.

Fan Xing is very busy and doesn't show up often, but he is a master that students admire very much.

Han Jinchu's head teacher introduced to the class, "This is Han Jinchu who has just transferred from Country Z. You have all seen her work."

"It's her? It's the dynamic picture she drew?" The students were boiling.

"She is the apprentice that Master Fan Xing personally wants to take??"

"It's her, everyone can communicate a lot in the future, and there will be a transfer student who will come tomorrow." The head teacher said, "Student Han, it's okay. You go to your seat and start class now."

"is teacher."

Han Jinchu sat in the empty seats in the last row.

She will spend a long time here, three years of high school, four years of college.

Her seven years.

‘Hi, Xia Yichen, in my country M, the weather is fine. The school is very good, the teachers are very good, the classmates are very good, everything is fine, how about you? ’

When school was over, Han Jinchu went to Sherry to help her arrange a place for her. She heard Han Jinnian say from a distance, "Han Jinchu, your teacher really loves you, and arranged such a good accommodation for you!"

They certainly wouldn't know that Mo Yichen asked Sherry to arrange these in her name, so as not to cause Han Jinchu's psychological burden.

"Teacher, what's the use, cooked duck!" Feng Qinlan complained, "A good young master of the Mo family, just like that!"

"Just say a few words, Jin Chu feels uncomfortable, now we can't rely on the little master of the Mo family, we rely on our own hands!" Father Han said, "Furthermore, Jin Chu has worshipped Master Fan Xing as a teacher, and he will definitely become Huang Tengda in the future. ."

"Well, when she takes off, I will step into the coffin with one foot."

Han Jinnian was too lazy to listen to these two people complaining about it, and changed to a new home. The conditions are better than before. I don’t know how many times. She is in a good mood and said to Han Jinchu, "By the way, Han Jinchu, the mailbox outside is full. You have time to deal with it. !"

mailbox?

She just moved here, where did the letter come from? Is it the owner of the previous house?

Han Jinchu walked to the mailbox, opened it, and a bunch of letters emerged as expected——

She leaned down to pick it up and found that the recipients were all Han Jinchu.

She held the letter and went to her room.

The familiar handwriting on the envelope made her heart tremble suddenly. Is this Mo Yichen's handwriting! ?

She opened a letter and couldn't help being surprised when she saw the content of the letter.

"Han Jinchu, Happy Zhanxin. Lemon and I have arrived in Country Z. Are you okay with you? Call me if you have anything..."

The date of signing is ten years ago.

this is……

Could these be the letters that Mo Yichen had promised to rewrite to her and missed by her?

He actually wrote it! !

Also send it here! !

How does he know her specific address here? She didn't seem to tell him yet?

Han Jinchu didn't have time to think so much, and looked at them one by one.

From the age of five to fifteen.

is that a lie.

She asked him how many letters he had written, and he said that she hadn't responded to him, and he didn't write it for a long time.

However, these letters in front of her told her that he actually insisted on writing for ten years!

She never wrote back to him, but he wrote to her every month.

Twelve letters a year, ten years, one hundred and twenty letters.

At first, there were a lot of things written in the letter, and there were several pages of letter paper in a letter, and then gradually fewer. Sometimes there is only one piece of paper.

Sometimes there are only a few sentences.

Even later, it was all blank letter paper.

However, she seemed to see her persistence that she could not believe.

"Han Jinchu, when will you come to redeem the necklace your mother left you?"

"Han Jinchu, I won the award again. This time it seems that the whole world is reporting. Have you seen TV?"

"Han Jinchu, City Y is very beautiful, do you want to come?"

"Han Jinchu, I haven't seen snow for a long time, what about you? Does it still snow often?"

"Han Jinchu, I am in junior high school."

"Han Jinchu, I am in high school."

Han Jinchu, I have traveled all over the world, but you are not there anywhere.

Han Jinchu, I have met many people, but no one is as pure and transparent as you, so I can't forget it once I see it.

Han Jinchu, I have won many awards, but no awards make me happy like your smile.

Han Jinchu, I sent my thoughts to you across the ocean, but why do you never respond.

Han Jinchu, do you know? In the distant sky, there is a star named after you. I found it, but I can't find you.

Han Jinchu, Han Jinchu, Han Jinchu.

I have a lot to tell you, but I found that I can't write a word to you. The blank letter paper represents my lovesickness. I will do whatever scenery you want to draw in my heart.

...

Han Jinchu's eye sockets suddenly became warm, glittering with crystals, as if they were about to fall.

She didn't know he was so stubborn.

She remembered that he said that she would spend her life in exchange for all his secrets, and now he sent all the secrets to her, but he...

He didn't even dare to say goodbye, for fear of touching the heartstrings and being discovered that he was actually fragile.

At this moment, her cell phone rang.

She saw his name flashing on the screen and quickly answered the phone while wiping tears.

"Hey, Xia Yichen, you..."

"Quickly come out and open the door." His voice rang from the phone.

"What? What?" Han Jinchu suddenly swallowed what he wanted to say, and didn't react for a while.

After he sneezed, she thought of something, and then she got up and opened the window to see that someone was downstairs now, rushing out without thinking.

Open the door...

He looked at her.

Sneezed again.

Damn it!

He just wanted to rush over and call her. He didn't expect it to be so cold here, and his clothes were so thin that he couldn't keep out the cold even if he was wrapped in a scarf she knitted.

She didn't hold back her tears, and rushed over and plunged into his arms.

Now, it was much warmer, and he forgot to sneeze for a while.

He hugged her tightly with his hands, as if all the cold had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Xia Yichen, why are you here? Why are you here, you..."

Compared to her shock, he seemed much calmer.

He opened his mouth and said to her: "Seven years are too long, and I am not sure that I can survive the miss. Therefore, when the butterfly in my palm chooses to fly away and I can't do anything, I can only choose to go with her."

This is probably the most beautiful love story in the world she has ever heard.

She heard herself crying in his arms, crying messily.