first love

In June, besides graduation, there is Xie Nanqun's birthday.

Wen Lan was thinking about what gift to give the other party, but he couldn't come up with a result for a long time, so he had to ask his best friend for help.

"Send a tie, cufflinks or a belt. Anyway, I have an internship in my senior year, and I will wear formal clothes every day. It's very suitable." Yue Qiu replied.

Wen Lan pursed her lips: "I've thought about all of this...it's just..."

Yue Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Or do you want to be more innovative? Be more thoughtful?" Seeing that the other party didn't reply, she continued, "Actually, I think it's enough to give you to him—"

"Not yet." Wen Lan rubbed his ears.They have talked about this topic before, and they have reached a certain consensus, that is, the final step will be done only after the senior year moves out.Besides, making out with your boyfriend is a matter of course, how can it be a gift?

"Okay." Yue Qiu pondered for a while, "Why don't you write something for him?" She was also reading Wen Lan's serialized articles, and would give some advice from time to time.

After hearing her words, Wen Lan suddenly had an idea.

So, Xie Nanqun found that his little basket started running to the library again and refused to let him follow.But this time he vaguely guessed something: "Okay. But I'm going to pick you up, don't refuse."

"Yes." Wen Lan obediently agreed.

Later, it was Xie Nanqun's birthday, and the two of them had a day's class before they had time to go out on a date at night.They made a wish around the cake in the private room of the restaurant, and blew out the candles together. Afterwards, Xie Nanqun jokingly bit the strawberry used as decoration, and fed it to Wen Lan with a kiss, with a sweet and sour taste on his lips and teeth.

Wen Lan was released until his neck and ears were completely red, and took out a delicate envelope from his bag: "Brother Qun, happy birthday."

Inside is his love letter to Xie Nanqun:

"It's been a long time since I wrote a letter. The last time seemed to be when I was in junior high school. The teacher assigned me homework and asked me to write a letter to my future self.

In fact, I don't really remember what I wrote at that time, after all, it has been such a long time.Maybe I'm hoping that at my age I'll be fine, maybe find shelter in a city far from home, or have a cat with whom I can lie under the covers when it rains.

I never thought I would meet someone I like.

Generally speaking, I am a person who resists the family, afraid of failure, and every time my parents or elders quarrel, I will timidly hide in the room.For several months, or a year or two, I hated myself so much that I escaped here only after thinking about it.

It has been several years since I met you, and I occasionally recall the first meeting, and it is still difficult to calm down.The sun was shining that day, and when you walked in, there was a warm and dazzling feeling.Maybe I fell in love with you at that time, so I unconsciously wanted to get close, let you take care of me, and I will treat you well.

You are almost perfect. Your appearance, family background, and grades are all beyond my reach.At first, I was apprehensive, even afraid that if I get along too well with you, I will be separated later, and I will not be able to relax.During the Spring Festival of the first year of college, you were in the north, and I had a dream alone.In the dream, I saw your focused eyes, as if you were only staring at me, warm and calm.Only then did I know that I was really not reconciled, even at that time I didn't realize that such possessiveness had exceeded the boundaries of friends.

When you come back, I think something should change.

If I usually have to say these words out, I may be so shy that I can’t find my voice. Writing letters seems to be easier to confide, and I write more unconsciously.

Ever since I had that dream, I have always paid attention to you unconsciously, hoping to do more things for you.I have always been called a sissy before, and I like to delve into cooking, knitting, or poetry and classical music that seem to be obsessed with girls, but other than these, I can't think of other ways.So I found recipes, learned how to make stew and sugar water that suit you, washed your clothes and cleaned up your tables and chairs every day, and reminded you to bring an extra coat when the weather turned cold.

Slowly, I learned to push my limits, and I gave you a hand-woven scarf on Christmas day, like those girls give gifts to boys who have a crush on them.You accepted it, and then gave me many unexpected gifts in return.You take me to see the snow in the north, we kiss together in the woods of the snow village, go to the hot springs, and sleep in the cabin with only each other.

The previous me must not have imagined this, it was so good, it was like falling into a hole leading to a fairy tale world, and you followed me with open arms at the other end.

Sometimes I am stupid, sometimes I don't know how to express, my mouth is too stupid, and occasionally I am timid.Every time you hold my hand or kiss me, I can't help thinking why do you like someone like me?I was at a loss, and I also struggled with the gap in some objective conditions between us, but then I figured it out.

I want to become that kind of person. If I have 1000 yuan, I will give you 1000 yuan; if I work hard to earn 1 yuan, I will give it to you.

When I was writing the letter, the surrounding was very quiet, and I suddenly remembered a poem I read in the library before:

The old days become slower,

Carts, horses, and mail are slow,

Only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

I don't care about the daze that used to bother me, how fast or slow the day is, people and things change, I just want to love you.

My plans for the future have all changed. In fact, it doesn’t matter whether I have a cat or not. It’s rainy in summer. If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, you can sleep with me.I want to have a house with you, just near where I work, and I go out with you every morning and come back together at night.

I can cook and make your favorite stewed beef and offal pot.You take me to the movies on weekends, or to see exhibitions, and if there is a concert, I will happily jump on you.Then you call me Little Basket, call me Baby, and give me a bag full of marshmallows and kisses.

This is the life I want now, the life with you is completely different from the past.

That's all for now, I don't know what else to write, there are too many, one letter paper is not enough at all.It doesn't matter, we always have more time, I will tell you slowly.

I love you. "

Xie Nanqun carefully put the letter back into the envelope.He was a little surprised, and found it difficult to calm down, so he sighed: "I want to frame it and hang it in the bedroom at home." The "home" he said was the house of the two of them in the future.

Wen Lan on the side heaved a sigh of relief, then lowered her head in embarrassment.

Then he was hugged tightly, and the other party pinched his sweat-wet palm, bumped his lips wet and hot, sucked the tip of his tongue and smiled vaguely.

[Note] In the past, the sun became slow, cars, horses, and mail were all slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime. ——Mu Xin