I just want to drop out of school after being attacked by a crying bag

Confession

When I wake up, the wind blows my clothes, and I suddenly pick up my pen when I feel emotional.

After the two returned to the classroom, they sneaked in through the back door.

Jiang Zhi touched the wall and sat down on the seat, took a breath, and saw Cheng Li asked nonchalantly without raising his head: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Zhi glanced at him, and said in his heart, I'm going to buy you a confession gift, baby.

Jiang Zhi unconsciously glanced at Xue Song who was already seated, turned his gaze back, and made an excuse, "Isn't there a meeting tonight, it's a bit late."

"I asked my brother just now, and he said that you guys left long ago." Cheng Li then put down his pen and looked up at him, "Brother Jiang, do you have anything to hide from me?"

"..No, I, I have something to do later." Jiang Zhixin thought, you check my post?

"Do you have something to do with Xue Song?" Cheng Li noticed Jiang Zhi glanced at Xue Song just now, and the two of them came back together.

Jiang Zhi said, "What's the matter, are you busy?"

Cheng Li could hear the impatience in Jiang Zhi's tone, and felt a little wronged, but he couldn't get to the bottom of it, so he had to say: "You haven't read the wrong question today."

Jiang Zhi remembered, but now there is only one hour left before school ends, and he still has to write a love letter, so how can he have time to sort out the wrong questions?

Jiang Zhi's tone softened, "Then what, I'll take a day off today, and I'll read double the wrong questions tomorrow, okay?"

Cheng Li was dissatisfied, "What are you going to do again, don't you still have one class time?"

Jiang Zhi was a little crazy, how could he write a love letter to Nan Fengcheng under the nose of Nan Fengcheng.

In fact, the originally planned confession time is about a few days later. At that time, Jiang Zhi will have a complete plan, and he will not be as stretched as he is now. He doesn't have any milk for Dove and Wang Zai, and he doesn't even have time to write a love letter.

But today when Xue Song uttered the word "love", he suddenly couldn't help it anymore, he felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

But love letters are still needed.

Jiang Zhi bit the bullet and said, "Don't worry about it, just write your question."

Cheng Li blinked, full of confusion, he asked slowly, "Brother Jiang, are you bothering me?"

Jiang Zhi looked up at him, and saw that there was another pool of water in the big eye sockets.

"No," Jiang Zhi was about to cry, "Don't...how about this, I'll go to your house tonight, huh?"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhi added in a pretentious manner, "At your house, you supervised my writing."

The water in Cheng Li's eyes stopped, as if he didn't expect things to develop in this direction.

He looked at Jiang Zhi and said softly: "Really?"

Jiang Zhi nodded.

Cheng Li's eyes dodged a little, "Then, remember to bring your homework at night."

Jiang Zhi wanted to laugh when he looked at him. Based on his two recent experiences at Cheng Li's house, Jiang Zhi doubted whether Cheng Li would still care about his homework.

Finally coaxing the person well, Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly took out a big card from the drawer.

In the past, the love letters he received from girls were written on the back of this large answer sheet, and they would be folded into various shapes, the most common being the pleated heart shape.

Jiang Zhi dug out his best pen from the pen bag, black, 0.5, never stop water.

Then he glanced at Cheng Li, Cheng Li was doing the paper seriously and didn't pay attention to him.

Jiang Zhi adjusted a comfortable sitting posture, and took a breath with his pen.

The image of seeing Cheng Li for the first time emerged in his mind, that young man was cold and beautiful, unkind, and he would ignore him.

When did the two start dating?

It was that time when he was drunk and vomited at the door of Cheng Li's house, and he picked it up.

He remembered that Cheng Li could not understand him at that time, but he still took him back to take care of him.

He has always felt that although Cheng Li looks cold, he is a kind-hearted person, very simple and filial, and because he saved his grandfather, he will also be assigned to his own territory and become his responsibility.

Jiang Zhi still remembered that Cheng Li cared about him drinking, smoking, staying out at night, and not doing his homework.

It's just that he didn't know when this responsibility changed in quality.

Jiang Zhi is still conscious now, and his feeling is called superior.He didn't know how long this intense heartbeat would last.

He didn't know if he was blinded for a while, maybe the so-called hormones were agitated, he didn't have much reason to like this person.

He didn't know how far he could go with Cheng Li, but he wanted to give it a try, not looking at the future, but just looking at the present.

If he could reap love once in his student days, even if it was only for a short time, he would have no regrets.

Jiang Zhi glanced at Cheng Li again, he remembered a sentence, but forgot where he saw it:

When I wake up, the wind blows my clothes, and I suddenly pick up my pen when I feel emotional.

Jiang Zhi paved the big card, and wrote in his most regular handwriting——

Dear, Cheng Li.

After eloquence, Jiang Zhi discovered that he had actually written two cards.

It is densely packed, pitch-black, and the words on the front are words, and the lines are lines, but what is written on the back is invisible.

Jiang Zhi thought, there is no way, this is the level of illiteracy.

He learned those folding methods and folded two cards into a thick heart.

Write the recipient Cheng Li's name on it with a pen.

Draw a bunch of peach hearts with a red pen.

Jiang Zhi looked at his watch, there were still 10 minutes before the end of get out of class.

Very good, he wrote these in one go, which is much faster than writing essays for exams.

Cheng Li had plenty of time to watch.

After class, give a response.

After class, whether Jiang Zhi will go home with him or return to the dormitory depends on how he responds.

Jiang Zhi's hands suddenly trembled.

This is a love letter. For the first time in his life, he sent a love letter to his deskmate and someone he likes.

I'm sorry, Jiang Zhi felt that something was wrong, he opened the lid of the water glass, and took a look at himself with the reflective surface, his face was still as handsome as ever, but at this time, it was incredibly red.

Jiang Zhi closed the lid abruptly, covering his face with the back of his hand to cool down.

He didn't change his face after writing so many nasty words in the note just now, and now he was about to send it out, but he actually retreated.

Why don't you forget it...give it to him another day?

No, no, no, Jiang Zhi put his hands down from his face, the man has to be decisive, if he fails, this love letter will be regarded as a challenge to him.

Tell him, I like you very much, if you don't agree, I will chase you until you agree.

After thinking about it, Jiang Zhi didn't give himself any more time to hesitate, and once again used his life-long pretense skills, calmly handed the note to Cheng Li, "Here, take a look."

Cheng Li was taken aback, "For me?"

"Ah."

Then he saw the peach heart drawn on the heart-shaped note, and his first reaction was that the girl from the other class wrote him another note.

But the back door of the classroom was closed all the time, and it was class time, so he didn't remember whose note Jiang Zhi took.

What was Jiang Zhi doing just now?It seems to be writing something.

A thought flashed across Cheng Li's mind - this was written by Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi wrote him a note with a red heart drawn on it.

Everything was just in the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhi watched his reaction all the time, saw Cheng Li take the note, but didn't ask any more questions.

He put down his pen and started tearing apart the slips of paper.

Cheng Li's action of removing the note was very unfamiliar. Jiang Zhi remembered that Cheng Li was not like him who would take a look at the note when he received it. Cheng Li had never seen these before, so he was not proficient in removing it.

After 1 minute, the note was opened.

Jiang Zhi didn't look any further, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water.

Recalling what he wrote, he no longer remembers it, it was just a momentary heartfelt speech.

What impressed me the most is that the word "like" appeared countless times in it.

The author says:

When I wake up, the wind blows my clothes, and I suddenly pick up my pen when I am emotional - I forgot where I saw the sentence