Pheromone Stealing Guide

As the night fell, the students left one after another.

Tan Qingye glanced at his watch, rested his chin and looked at Luo Xiyan beside him, quietly waiting for him to finish the problem in hand.

Through the glass window, the night reflected Luo Xiyan's clean side face.

After a while, Luo Xiyan turned his eyes away from the last big question and put down his pen.

Tan Qingye swallowed dryly: "I haven't told you, but you look very good-looking?"

Luo Xiyan leaned towards Tan Qingye calmly, pointing his fingertips on the exercise questions he had spread out: "Which question?"

Tan Qingye tilted his head in confusion, and suddenly realized that Luo Xiyan thought that he was asking for something from him when he praised him.

He quickly denied: "I'm serious! Also, I..."

"Student Luo Xiyan, can you sacrifice your precious love time and come to me to pick up an 'express'?"

A voice at the door interrupted Tan Qingye, it was Wen Yin's manager.

The cardboard box he held in his hand looked heavy.

"Can you say a few words alone?"

Just as Luo Xiyan was about to get up, she saw Tan Qingye put the exercise book on the table aside, and stood up before him: "Then I'll go first, Doctor Ding said to come downstairs and wait for me, this meeting will be about the same We're here. Let's chat... see you the day after tomorrow."

After this reminder, Luo Xiyan realized the fact that tomorrow is Sunday.

He hadn't reached the point of his words to persuade him to stay, and Tan Qingye had already walked out of the classroom, leaving only a back view waving goodbye.

The corner of Luo Xiyan's mouth loosened, and while tidying up, he asked, "What can't you say in front of him?"

The agent walked around the desk and put the box in his hand on the table: "I don't know either, Wen Yin only said that I would hand it over to you alone. He is full of notices, so he can't come in person. I haven't opened the things. I brought it to you, and now I’m leaving.”

With that said, the manager waved his hand and left the classroom.

Luo Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief, opened the lid, and found that it was sealed with a layer of kraft paper inside.

Glancing at the monitor in the corner of the classroom, Luo Xiyan put the lid back on tightly.

After checking the doors and windows, Luo Xiyan turned off the lights and walked back to the corridor of the dormitory.

A street lamp flickered, and finally went out.Without Tan Qingye by his side, the surroundings were unbelievably quiet.

In his hand, the light on the box flickered on and off, which did not cause him the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Qin Qingye was not there, Luo Xiyan didn't want to turn on the light, he put the box in his hand on the table from memory, and turned on the lamp.

The lighted desk is the origin, illuminating a piece of light.

Luo Xiyan took out the heavy bag wrapped in kraft paper from the box, and a card fell into the bottom of the box.

"Return to the original owner. Wen Yin replaces Qin Su."

Luo Xiyan carefully opened the paper bag, and the rustling sound of the hard paper shell and fingerprints brought out a scent of timeless ink.

When Luo Xiyan saw what was inside, Luo Xiyan's hand stopped suddenly.

On the stack of thick envelopes, "To Brother Luo" was written on each of them.

"This is……"

Tan Qingye's previous words suddenly entered his mind.

"In my junior high school, there is a mailbox in front of the building. Every time after class, I will stare at it, waiting for your reply."

Knowing that Tan Qingye had written him letters in the past ten years, he roughly guessed that those letters were stopped by the Tan family.

But he never thought there would be so many, let alone expecting to get them back.

As Kong flicked through these hundreds of letters, Luo Xiyan's hands were already trembling.

He opened the torn envelope and took out the letter paper.

"Brother Luo, this is the second letter I wrote to you. I have arrived in a new city, how are you?"

"This is the 10th letter I've written. It's raining today, so I hold up the umbrella you gave me before."

"This is the 30th letter. I'm going abroad in a few days. I don't want to go, but no one cares."

"No. 45, I didn't write to you last month because I had a serious illness and they said I almost burned my brain."

"The 59th letter, I am very sad, because the umbrella you and I gave today broke."

"The 80th letter, brother Luo, happy new year."

"The 110th letter, I met my parents for the second time this year, and I made them angry. I seem to be quite useless. However, I heard that I will soon be able to return to China. Would you like to see me?"

……

"The 365th letter, I already know that you will not reply to me, but I still can't help but want to write to you."

"The 400th letter, Luo Xiyan, I'm going to Fucheng No. [-] Middle School tomorrow, and I'll wait for you when school starts. If you still don't hear from me, I won't wait for you anymore."

A big tear hit the end of the letter, circling the last sentence, you are my only friend.

He didn't know that Tan Qingye had always pinned his sorrows and joys on him.I don't know that he has suffered so much grievance on himself.I don't even know what kind of mood he had when he asked him what was written in the letter, and he replied that it was not important.

Luo Xiyan seemed to be able to see him huddled in the corner of the bed, crying bitterly while hugging the broken umbrella.I saw him hiding in the woods of No. [-] Middle School, weeping for the past grievances.

The painful suffocation made Luo Xiyan's restrained breathing difficult to continue, as if it was choked in his throat.

That emotion completely collapsed his reason, he put down the envelope, and rushed out of the dormitory.

Liu Yuan paused the hand that was about to knock on the door, and quickly grabbed Luo Xiyan: "Luo Shen, where are you going? Director Huang will come to check the bedroom right away."

Luo Xiyan threw his hands away, he just wanted to see Tan Qingye.Everything else is not important.

He rushed out of the school gate, but the guard had no time to stop him, so he couldn't even see the figure.

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After washing up, Tan Qingye glanced at his points ranking today and put down his phone.

Tonight, he was going to confess that he deliberately hid his grades, but he was accidentally delayed.

He picked up the desk calendar and flipped through the pages.

Under the light, the raised shadow of the calendar is obvious, separating the time.

After all, Luo Xiyan's birthday was not long after the final exam of this semester.

Tan Qingye remembered that last time Luo Xiyan said that it was his wish to make his grades so good that he could go to the same university as him.

Thinking of this, Tan Qingye decided to keep this secret for the time being, and give him a gift along with the final grade sheet on his birthday.

At this moment, Tan Qingye vaguely heard a hasty knock on the door.

Ding Zhichao walked through the dimly lit living room, turned on a corridor lamp, and opened the smart lock.

The downlight was dim and drowsy, but it couldn't suppress Luo Xiyan's anxiety.

"Is Ah Ye asleep?"

Ding Zhichao glanced at the crack of the door: "No way."

"I want to see him."

"As if I had no reason to refuse for him."

After getting permission, Luo Xiyan quickly took off her shoes, before she even had time to change into her slippers, and rushed to the door of Tan Qingye's room.

As soon as he raised his hand, Tan Qingye opened the door: "Why are you here? I thought I was hallucinating."

The moment he saw Tan Qingye, Luo Xiyan's eye sockets that had been dried by the wind became moist again.

He hugged Tan Qingye tightly into his arms uncontrollably, tears ran down the corners of his eyes and brushed against Tan Qingye's slightly damp hair.

"I'm sorry, but I saw the letters you wrote me."

Tan Qingye was slightly stunned, his hands that had nowhere to rest were hanging in the air dully.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Luo Xiyan's voice trembled, "I really don't know."

The author says:

Today is salty love.Ask for a starfish.