Bailangbian

Although Yu Dong agreed to Song Fengfeng's request, he had never written such a letter. Although he usually received many love letters, he disposed of most of them and did not keep them.

Sometimes Song Fengfeng would carry a plastic bag to help him pack the letter. Several times, because of his forgetfulness, he put the bag directly in some milk tea shop and barbecue shop, and forgot to take it home.

Yu Dong rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time, and finally began to look through the old books left by his mother.

"Youth Literature" and "Children's Literature" were rebound with cotton thread and arranged together by year and month. Each volume was like a bound volume the size of a brick.Yu Dong flipped through it for a while, reading it with gusto, until he finished flipping through a brick before realizing that this book is not helpful for writing a love letter.

But he unexpectedly found a thin "Selected Letters of the Republic of China" in his mother's small collection of books.

The book is full of letters from home, and there are not many love letters. He saw a few of Xu Zhimo's.

The inscriptions are all "Momo Kiss You", "Your Kiss", "Momo's Hot Kiss", "Your Big Kiss Momo".

Yu Dong automatically replaced the words in his mind: "Momo kisses you... your dearest Momo..."

He laughed for a while, then suddenly became serious again, and continued to search for ideas for love letters.

The real key problem is that Yu Dong doesn't know who the love letter is written to.

Song Fengfeng said that she was a sophomore in high school, "The one who plays the violin very well, has long and straight hair, and very white legs", that's all Song Fengfeng described.

Yu Dong couldn't find more clues, so he had to change his mind and start with Song Fengfeng.

Since the love letter was written by Song Fengfeng, of course he should praise himself in the love letter, Yu Dong thinks it makes sense.

While secretly scolding Song Fengfeng for being dishonest, secretly meeting girls without telling him, and even writing love letters, he thought aggrievedly, this time he did such a big favor, Song Fengfeng would never agree if he didn't repay him well.

He is serious about everything, even writing this reluctant love letter.

Just like making a review outline, write down one, two, three, four headlines in the draft book: Song Fengfeng, the person, Song Fengfeng's advantages, Song Fengfeng's shortcomings...

Then fill in one by one.

Yu Dong first wrote a bunch of shortcomings.I don't like to study, play games badly, eat too much, have dark skin, etc.

After listing the advantages, he didn't know how to write.

What about Song Fengfeng... Yu Dong bit his pen cap and thought, he's not bad.

Not only is it not bad, it can even be said to be very good.

From the first day they met, from the day Song Fengfeng took him to visit No. [-] Middle School, he knew that Song Fengfeng was an enthusiastic and direct person.Zhou Lan told him that before Yu Dong came over, she had been living alone.Most of the people on Xing'an Street are fishermen. Both men and women have to go to the sea to earn a living. Most of the remaining people who don't go to sea also go out to work. Most of the people left on Xing'an Street are the elderly and children.

Song Fengfeng's father, Song Yingxiong, is a warm-hearted person. As long as he is at home, someone's lights on Xing'an Street are broken, the circuit is burnt, and the roof is missing tiles.Song Fengfeng has been restless since he was a child, because Song Yingxiong doesn't spend much time at home all year round, so he always clings to Song Yingxiong tightly when his father is home.

Song Yingxiong also took him with him when he went to repair the circuit and repair the tiles. He was asked to hold a hammer for a while, and an electric pen for a while. Water and electricity repair work for households.

He is too familiar with the neighbors around him. Song Fengfeng has been eating everywhere since elementary school, but no one is ashamed to charge him for food.They are all neighbors, so it is no problem to let the children eat one or two meals.But Song Fengfeng gradually learned to save face, and he felt ashamed for always messing around with each other.After crying a few times, Song Yingxiong held up his collar to visit a few people, and agreed that Song Fengfeng would eat at these restaurants instead of wandering around.

After eating more often, Song Fengfeng gradually became fixed at Zhou Lan's house, and gave Zhou Lan some food expenses every month.Zhou Lan was never stingy when buying fish and meat, and would add food to Song Fengfeng every now and then. He had just entered junior high school, and he was taller than Song Yingxiong.

Song Fengfeng used to call Zhou Lan grandma, which means "grandma" in the dialect here.

His grandma lived with his uncle in another city, and hadn't been to Xing'an Street for a long time because of his limited mobility.

Since Yu Dong came, he automatically and consciously changed his address, saying "Zhou Ma" all the time.Polite, but also alienated.

Zhou Lan asked him to call her grandma along with Yu Dong, but Song Fengfeng felt embarrassed: "Not too good, not too good."

Yu Dong didn't write it down on paper, he kept thinking about these things about Song Fengfeng with his chin propped up.

This dark guy will show tenderness where others don't pay much attention.

He didn't know how to write.

That girl who plays the violin, will she like places like Song Fengfeng?

Apart from playing football, Song Fengfeng has no outstanding skills.Although he is tall and good-looking, but sometimes he looks very fierce, not the kind who is good at pleasing people.

Yu Dong drew circles on the paper.I thought while drawing, but Heifeng is really good.

How good is it?

So good... Yu Dong didn't want to write this love letter at all.

He didn't want to share Song Fengfeng's goodness with anyone, and he didn't want to use two or three pieces of paper to show strangers the softness in his heart that only close friends would know.

Yu Dong pushed the draft away, let out a long sigh, and went back to lie down on the bed.

He didn't fall asleep last night, and no matter how hard he searched in his mind, he couldn't remember what the mysterious senior second flower looked like.

Excessive curiosity led to excessive excitement. Yu Dong got up early in the morning to fiddle with love letters, his mind was in chaos, and now he was lying down without sleepiness.

It was a hot autumn day, and they didn't have to make up classes in the first year of senior high school, so they could enjoy a full Saturday and Sunday.The sound of cicadas was ringing outside, and the neem tree in front of the door was blown off many branches and leaves by the typhoon, and even the singing of the cicadas became pitiful.

He suddenly remembered that he had slept in this bed with Song Fengfeng, more than once.

Yu Dong immediately jumped up, sat for a while, and then lay down again.He closed his eyes, and heard the rattling of the fan blades, and someone walked up the stairs cautiously.

"Still awake?" Song Fengfeng's cautious voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Jing then replied: "I must have been reading comics all night."

Yu Dong was taken aback, and quickly turned over to face the wall, pretending to be in a deep sleep.

Song Fengfeng opened the door lightly and poked his head in.

"Still sleeping." He backed out, turned around and said to Zhang Jing, "Forget it, let's work first."

Yu Dong's heart was beating enthusiastically, and it took him a while to remember that Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing came here today to help Zhou Lan repair the leaking waterproof layer on the roof.

The two climbed up to the roof of the second floor by stepping on the ladder. Song Fengfeng began to check the leaking place and drew a circle with chalk.

Zhang Jing shook off the cement bag and waterproofing agent, and began to stir and mix.

"I think you're doing something wrong." He said, "How can you make Yu Dong do such a thing?"

Song Fengfeng: "Why?"

"He hasn't written a love letter himself."

"But he writes well."

Zhang Jing was speechless: "A composition is too different from a love letter, okay? I can't write a composition well? How dare I write a love letter to Guan Chuyang? It's not the same thing at all."

Song Fengfeng: "That's because you are timid."

Zhang Jing vigorously stirred the mixture in front of him.

"Well, it's fine if it's really your love letter, Yu Dong will definitely help." He said to Song Fengfeng, "But it's your captain's love letter, what does it have to do with Yu Dong?"

Yu Dong, who was stepping on the ladder and was about to climb to the roof: "..."

"You got a favor from the captain, but Yu Dong might not want to participate at all." Zhang Jing tapped his shovel on the ground, "Yu Dong spent time and energy working for a stranger he didn't even know. How do you feel?"

Yu Dong put his forehead on the ladder: "...Damn."

"That's Yu Dong." Zhang Jing raised his shovel and pointed it at Song Fengfeng, "I told you Yu Dong that you wouldn't be happy to ask him to help me with the Olympiad test paper. Are you willing to let him do this kind of nonsense?"

Song Fengfeng: "...I don't seem to be willing to say that."

Yu Dong downstairs: "..."

His face began to heat up slightly again.

Song Fengfeng immediately said: "Forget it this time. Next time it's my turn to write a love letter, I'll ask him for help."

Zhang Jing: "Actually, I also want to ask him for help. He should agree to my words, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the two people on the top heard the creaking sound from the ladder.

Yu Dong showed his face through Fang Fangzheng's mouth, and first looked at Zhang Jing: "I don't agree."

Then he turned his head and glared at Song Fengfeng: "I won't write any more."

Song Fengfeng wiped off the sand from his hands, and slipped downstairs to find Yu Dong.

Yu Dong took a copy of "Shaman King" and lay on the bed to read it, crossed his legs, and ignored Song Fengfeng.

Song Fengfeng first went to his desk to look at his homework results, and found the notes left by Yu Dong on the draft paper.

"..." He walked to the bed and pushed Yu Dong's knee, "You think you are writing for me?"

Yu Dong remained silent.

Song Fengfeng: "Let's not talk about the flower of the second grade, I don't even know who the flower of our class is."

Yu Dong remained silent and turned a page silently.

Song Fengfeng was exposed to the sun very hard on the roof. Although he was wearing a hat, he was still hot.He was a little annoyed: "It's not my fault, it's because you didn't hear clearly. I came here to help you repair the roof today... I'm really angry if you ignore me again."

Yu Dong put down the book and looked at him dissatisfied: "Then you are angry."

"Three seconds of anger." Song Fengfeng grinned, "I'm done with anger."

Song Fengfeng noticed that Yu Dong's eyes were very red and his dark circles were particularly obvious, and he immediately knew that he didn't sleep well yesterday.

It must be worrying about love letters, which is much more difficult for Yu Dong than writing essays.

Song Fengfeng immediately relented: "I will never let you get involved in these things again."

"I don't write love letters." Yu Dong emphasized, "I don't write anyone's."

Song Fengfeng: "I won't write it anymore. I'll let Zhang Jing write it."

Zhang Jing was taken aback. He was going downstairs to bring some more water, when he heard this, he rushed in: "I won't write it! My first love letter is dedicated to the goddess!"

Song Fengfeng: "Maybe you don't know Zhang Jing, I've already discovered your goddess' home route, which is basically in the same direction as yours. I also know where she goes to study on weekends."

Zhang Jing immediately said: "Okay boss, I'll write."

Song Fengfeng solved a major problem, and he was full of energy immediately. He pulled Yu Dong up from the bed: "Don't lie down, go to the roof, and I will teach you how to repair the waterproof layer."

Back at school on Monday, Yu Dong found that the playground was full of people.

The focus of the crowd was all on the three blackboard newspapers in Class 1, Senior One.

The dean shouted in the crowd: "Where is Zheng Suibo! Zheng Suibo!"

Yu Dong recognized Mr. Han who taught them art class.Teacher Han was holding up the camera: "Don't wipe it first, don't wipe it first, let me take a picture."

Wu Tong was standing on the edge of the crowd. When Yu Dong walked over, he happened to see him and raised his hand to say hello.

Yu Dong was very embarrassed, but there was no one he recognized around him, so he could only approach him.

"what happened?"

Wu Tong pointed to the blackboard: "That fool's drawing."