Words First ABO

"I will do many, many things for you, many, many things you want me to do. I am a naughty and obedient child by your side. I love you wholeheartedly every moment. My love does not need to be modified too much. For You and I got rid of all bad habits, I don't get tattoos, I don't perm my head, I don't drink alcohol, I don't smoke..."

Shang Chu glanced at the cigarette in his hand, and pursed his lips guiltyly, the literary talent is quite good, but it doesn't fit the actual situation, the next one.

"Honey, I hope that my left hand will always be your right hand. I hope that I can see you every morning when I wake up. I hope that you can think of me at the first second when you are sad. Make delicious meals...”

Shang Chu breathed out, this article is not good, he doesn't know how to cook at all, next one.

"Oh, the one I love, I just want to tell you that I am actually a simple person. I don't have so many small thoughts that you can't figure out. In front of you, I am like a simple child. All emotions I will tell you all the sorrows and joys, including my love for you. But I don’t want to interfere with your heart. If you like someone else, please tell me. I will hold back the pain in my heart, fulfill your happiness, and let go Let you spread your wings and fly high..."

Hold!This one is even worse!

Shang Chu scratched his hair irritably, and leaned back against the back of the chair, just in time for a ignorant mosquito buzzing around his forehead, Shang Chu raised his hand and grabbed the little thing and killed it.

Like someone else and want to spread your wings?I'll squeeze you to death!

He squinted at the mosquito in his palm, the little guy was still fluttering on one of his hind legs, he snorted coldly, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, opened the Love Letter Daquan website on his phone, and continued to watch the next article.

This website claims to have collected hundreds of high-quality love letters, and there are all kinds of styles. Shang Chu also spent ten yuan to become a member. Don't be awkward, but he has been holding it all night and he really can't write it. The draft paper has been used up, and the tip of the pen is about to be chewed. But Shangchu really doesn't have any literary cells in his mind, and he goes back and forth I only know a few words, such as "you are the cutest", "I want to laugh when I see you", "I'm so sad without you", such words are both inelegant and naive.

Shang Chu sighed, thinking that this is not okay, he has not been here for more than two months, so it is uncertain how many love letters Bai Aize has received, he must not lose in this sense of ritual!

He went to the toilet to pee, came back and sat at the desk to ponder for a while, and decided to ask Ye Su what to do. Xiao Mitao has a lot of experience in love skills, so I suggest finding a gunner to write it for you. Money back, so the quality is guaranteed.

Shang Chu thought about it, but still felt that it was inappropriate, he hesitated and said, "Brother, isn't this very good?"

"What's wrong with that?" Ye Su snorted twice, "We're taking a shortcut, or what kind of shit can you write with your stupid mind?"

Shang Chu glanced at a basket of waste paper in the trash can, and thought that two or two would overestimate him, but he still had some concerns: "What was written by someone else was written by someone else after all, isn't it because of sincerity? ......"

"Why are you insincere?" Ye Su interrupted him, and said seriously, "You are not letting others make up out of thin air, let's tell the ghostwriter what we think, and let him express it for you. It’s just that I don’t know how to write a composition. This is not written by others. This is called embellishment. The literary talent belongs to others, but the emotion belongs to us! What is the most important thing in a love letter, emotion! Emotion is our own How can you ask others to write about your feelings? Do you understand what it means?"

Shang Chu was stunned by his big reasoning. After thinking about it, he really felt that this was the case. He just asked someone to help him polish it. The central idea was "you are the cutest", "I want to see you laugh", "I'm so sad without you", the feelings are indeed his own!

After hanging up the phone, he contacted a graduate student from the Chinese Department of the Normal University, and wrote a love letter for 50 yuan a piece. The person asked Shang Chu if he had any specific requirements. Shang Chu picked up a piece of waste paper from the trash can and spread it out. Ping took a photo and sent it over, saying that this is what I want to say, thank you for expressing this meaning.

"I never stopped liking you."

The man said no problem, this request means that there is no request, and the manuscript can be delivered in 10 minutes.

Shang Chuxin said that graduate students are amazing, he transferred 50 yuan, lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, and then felt his heart was blocked, instead of falling, a stone was lifted higher .

Is the feeling that has been polished by others really still his feeling?

Shang Chu stood up and sat up from the bed, wanting to tell the person to stop writing, and the money will not be refunded. Before he finished editing a sentence in the dialog box, the document on the other end sent it with a "ding".

He glanced at the time, and it was only 15 minutes, which is really fast!

Shang Chu clicked on the document and glanced at it, couldn't help swallowing, and praised that people who engage in literature are different from such vulgar people who wield knives and clubs like him.

"One turn of the second hand takes away 60 seconds of youth; one turn of the minute hand takes away six 10 minutes of youth; one turn of the hour hand takes away twelve hours of youth. My youth was destroyed by the second hand and by the minute hand, Destroyed by the hour hand, the ticking sound is too cruel, it destroys everything about me, but it cannot destroy the light you gave me. The world is getting old, everything is getting old, and I am not immune, but you are in my eyes, and you will never grow old go......"

Not long after, the graduate student who wrote the ghostwriter sent a message to ask if there was anything that needed to be revised. Shang Chu was convinced, and replied that there was no need for it.

[That's good, I'm afraid you might think it's tacky. 】

Shang Chu touched the tip of his nose, and quickly crumpled up the manuscript paper on the table and threw it away.

He dutifully copied the love letter on paper, wrote his name in the lower right corner, folded two stacks and put them in an envelope. Feeling quite satisfied, he turned off the light and went to sleep.

Not long after his eyelids were closed, Shang Chu turned over, looked at the dark ceiling, felt that the stone in his heart was still hanging, and couldn't sleep anyway, so he let out a long breath, turned on the desk lamp again, and sat back At the desk.

He was very clear in his heart, how could Bai Aize dislike him and let him go, this is just to get angry with him.But Shang Chu is not in a hurry at all, he is willing to have trouble with Bai Aize, he has inexhaustible patience, he is willing to waste time with Bai Aize like this, he just likes to see Bai Aize want to laugh but insists on holding back.

At the beginning, he left without saying goodbye. Song Yao said that Bai Aize would go crazy looking for him, that after he left, Bai Aize became seriously ill, and that Bai Aize's phone had never been muted again, and he had to open every spam message to confirm. .... Shangchu's throat was sore. On the train to Xinyang, he sat on a hard seat ticket for nearly nine hours. Fields, mountains and forests flashed outside the window. The scenery gradually changed from north to south. In it, a pair of lovers are excitedly leaning against the window to take a selfie. Everyone else is enjoying the scenery and chatting. Only he is in pain. He seems to be thrown on the rails and crushed by the passing trains.

In fact, he clearly knew how painful Bai Aize would be, and he knew that Bai Aize was also thrown on the railroad track by his own hands, so Shang Chu didn't dare to call him, didn't dare to know his news, and didn't dare to hear his name.

Thinking about it now, Shang Chu just thinks it's absurd, how could he be willing to abandon Bai Aize.

He just got lost for a while so he lost his Alpha, now that he found his way and the lights came on, he's going to get his Alpha back.

Shang Chu took off a piece of paper from the notebook again, and solemnly wrote five words on it——

"Dear Xiaobai".

He thought for a while and smiled lightly, wondering if it was too hypocritical, so he erased the first three words.

The next morning, because he stayed up late the night before, Shang Chu got up twenty minutes later than usual. He jumped up from the bed in a jerk, thinking that he would not meet Bai Aize if he went late, so he hurriedly After brushing his teeth, he didn't even have time to wash his face. After changing his shoes, he ran downstairs, and saw Bai Aize who was still stretching by the playground.

Shang Chu smiled, trotted over and asked, "Have you not run yet? Wait for me?"

Bai Aize's reaction was very cold: "No, I got up late."

"Oh oh oh," Shang Chu nodded, and said while doing stretching, "Hey, what a coincidence, I also got up late today, we are really destined!"

Bai Aize turned his head to look at him, Shang Chu smiled at him silly: "Is it destined?"

"No," Bai Aize said blankly, "You have eye shit, but I don't."

Shang Chu was taken aback, raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, did not wash his face in the morning, and as expected rubbed off an unsightly thing.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all, he tiptoed to look around Bai Ai Ze's face, raised his eyebrows and said, "You have it too, didn't you wash your face in the morning?"

Bai Aize subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm lying to you," Shang Chu grinned, "Why does Second Master Bai have eye feces? Second Master Bai is a fairy who eats dew, and fairies will never fart and shit."

"..." Bai Aize ran away.

After finishing the nonsense, Shang Chu still thought it was beautiful, so he chased Bai Aize and asked, "Does it rhyme?"

Bai Aize ignored him, so he ran and made up nonsense doggerel by himself, and insisted on asking Bai Aize to comment on it. In the end, Bai Aize was so troubled that he couldn't help it, so he responded perfunctorily and said full marks. Tell me carefully where it is written well.

Shang Chu kept talking all the way. Although Bai Aize looked impatient, he didn't let go of him, and occasionally gave him a little response. The five kilometers were quickly finished. Bai Aize put on his coat and took the He took out a stack of things and gave it to Shang Chu first: "Here you are."

Shang Chu was pressing his legs, raised his head and asked, "Pink and red, what are these?"

"Didn't you say you want to learn from it?" Bai Aize raised his eyebrows, "Take it."

Shang Chu was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "A love letter?"

He took a rough look and saw that Bai Aize had at least a dozen letters in his hand, and Shang Chu couldn't help but feel anxious: "Damn it! How long has it been! You fucking collected so much!"

"A lot?" Bai Aize weighed the stack of papers in his hand, and said calmly, "It's just from last week, stuffed into the mailbox."

Shang Chu swallowed, he knew that Bai Aize was recruiting, but he didn't expect to recruit so much!

Even though he was not in a hurry, no matter how confident he was, he felt a sense of crisis, Bai Aize saw his frowning and displeased expression, a smile appeared in his eyes, but his tone was still light: "Do you need it? "

"Fuck! Who do you look down on!" Shang Chu was hooked by him with an inexplicable desire to win, "I can write it without reference! I have already written it!"

"Oh?" Bai Aize curled his lips, obviously not convinced.

Before going out, Shang Chu took the written letter with him. He reached into his pocket, touched a thin piece of paper and was just about to take it out, when he accidentally saw a line of beautiful small characters written on the top envelope in Bai Aize's hand— —Gift me and you at the best age.

So sour!

Shang Chu snorted disdainfully, shrank his fingers in his pocket, then let go of the paper, and took out a delicate envelope.

"Here, you give the evaluation and see how many points you can get."

Bai Aize's eyelashes trembled, he didn't expect Shang Chu to really write it, he pursed his lips, seeing that he didn't respond, Shang Chu thought that he disliked his envelope as not beautiful, so he stuffed the letter into his hand and urged: :"look!"

"No hurries."

Bai Aize opened the envelope, unfolded the letter paper, and only glanced at it before the corners of his mouth curled down again.

Shang Chu put his hands in his pockets, looked left and right, looking uncomfortable.

"You wrote it?" Bai Aize raised the letter paper and asked.

"Ah?" Shang Chu was a little guilty, and said vaguely, "Hey, have you watched you? It's only been a while, you just watch it quickly..."

"Recite it." Bai Aize said.

Shang Chu paused: "What did you say?"

"Recite it again," Bai Aize repeated, "this will make you appear sincere."

Shang Chu's eyes dodged from side to side: "I've written everything, what's there to memorize, how hypocritical..."

"Didn't you write it yourself?" Bai Aize leaned on the railing, smiled and said, "I should remember it very well."

Shang Chu was heartbroken, and said bravely, "Okay, just recite it, what should I do if I recite it?"

"How do you say it?" Bai Aize spread his hands.

"Then you have to go on a date with me," Shang Chu raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Can you do it?"

Bai Aize's eyes flickered slightly, and he promised calmly: "Yes."

"Okay, it's Khrushchev's ugly dog ​​who repented."

Shang Chu pursed his lips into a smile, took out a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket, and "slapped" it into Bai Aize's palm.

There were a few lines of scrawled handwriting on it, scrawled and altered, and some messy patterns were drawn on it.

"The old yogurt in the capital is delicious, and the Junjunbao in Xinyang is even better. I don't think you have tried it. I want you to drink delicious ones, so I draw it for you. Do you like it?" Shang Chu Take a deep breath.

Bai Aize saw a small bottle drawn on the paper with a smiling face on it.

"There are very few rainy days in the capital, and it often rains in Xinyang. It's still that kind of sun rain. You don't think you have seen sun rain. I want you to see it, so I drew it for you. Do you like it?" Shang Chu clenched his fists, looked into Bai Aize's eyes and continued.

Bai Aize looked down along the handwriting and saw a circle, which was Shang Chu's sun, and several small circles were drawn under the circle, which were raindrops.

"Do you know nanni? It's a white cat who likes to climb trees. The kittens in the 'special' shop are all quiet. I don't think you've ever seen such a wild cat. I want you to take a look too, so I'll draw it and give it to you, do you like it?" Shang Chu took a step closer to him, boldly ticking his little finger.

A cat was drawn on the paper, it was so ugly that it was impossible to tell it was a cat.

"I don't have anyone to secretly drink something good, nobody to secretly look at the scenery, and nobody to secretly tease cats," Shang Chu closed his eyes, "I'm just..."

On the paper, the writing stopped here, followed by a long series of ellipsis, as if the person who wrote the letter didn't know how to express it.

"It's just..." Shang Chu licked the corner of his mouth, "It's just..."

——I give you everything I have experienced, filling every gap between us.

Bai Aize waited quietly.

Shang Chu let out a breath and opened his eyes: "The recitation is over, you are going on a date with me."

Bai Aize stared at him for a moment, then stuffed the paper into his pocket.

"Go to the movies with me this weekend, you promised yourself, you can't go back on it." Shang Chu rubbed his anti-scald earlobe, thinking that the embarrassment will be lost, and he doesn't care about it for a while.

"I haven't regretted it." Bai Aize said.

Shang Chu was happy and said, "Then when is the next date?"

Bai Aize thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Next time I receive a letter."