I pulled the grass

The two moved their things to the dormitory, and along the way, some girls frequently looked at Lu Wanzong.

Lu Wange snorted: "It's so different. Didn't you always look at me before? Is this man really more handsome than me?"

The corner of the eye secretly looked at.I have to say, really handsome.The charm of a mature man, compare yourself with him, and you will see who is superior.Even if he is carrying the quilt, it will not damage his handsomeness.

Lu Wanzong turned to look at him suspiciously: "What?"

Lu Wange suddenly thought that such a handsome man belonged to him and only him, and he became inexplicably proud, raising his eyebrows: "Well, it's nothing."

Originally, Lu Wanzong wanted to make the bed and supplies for him, but when he arrived at the dormitory, he found that most of his roommates were there.Lu Wange was embarrassed and let him go.

Lu Wanzong looked at him helplessly several times, but finally went back first.

After he left, Lu Wange looked at the two big bags, and suddenly regretted: What face do you want?Why should I save face?It's a hassle to organize.

With a gloomy face, he took out the quilt from the bag and made the bed, and took out a bunch of things, from clothes to shoes, from hangers to shoe brushes.Did his brother move his family here?

Everyone looked at him with a cold face and didn't speak, and they didn't dare to say anything.Before he could pack it up completely, the others had left, and Lu Wange was happy to be at ease.

After finishing everything, I took a shower, poured a glass of water, opened the bag, and took out the things just now.

The envelope was still sealed, Lu Wange weighed it again, what is this?Carefully tear it apart, and look through the seam first: it seems to be paper?

Take it out, take it apart, glance at it, and freeze for a moment.

It was a letter, or a love letter, written by Lu Wanzong to him!

In this era, we are used to contacting each other in an efficient and convenient way, and we don't even bother to use email.

Lu Wange never guessed that his brother actually wrote him a letter by hand.

His handwriting has always been good-looking, it really looks like the man himself, his writing is powerful but chic, and the whole article is pleasing to the eye.

Lu Wange read it once first, and blushed when he watched it, and then his eyes were also red. After reading it in a hurry, he quickly put it away with a blushing face.But before putting it in the envelope, I couldn't help opening it and reading it again.

With red eyes, I couldn't help cursing again: Only this old man writes letters by hand, who still writes letters by hand!

But looking at the words that seem to have breath, it seems that I can see the mood of the person who wrote the words, and my heart is sour and warm.

He suddenly thought of something, turned to the last look, the date was early this morning.He slept soundly, wondering what kind of thoughts that person was holding to write this letter.

Lu Wange carefully packed the letter, went to wash his face again, and called Lu Wanzong when he came back. The phone rang and he was picked up: "Xiaoge?"

Hearing his voice, Lu Wange wanted to cry again, but didn't speak.

Lu Wanzong's voice was gentle and peaceful: "Xiaoge, what's wrong?"

Lu Wange covered the receiver, rubbed his nose again, and said, "I read your letter just now."

"Ah."

"I forgive you."

Lu Wanzong pursed his lips, resisted the soreness, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lu Wange blushed and murmured, "Then, then I'll hang up and go to class later."

There was a low hum from the receiver, but Lu Wanzong didn't hang up the phone.

Lu Wange also maintained the posture of listening to the phone.