love letter from the down and out

Smiled, and drilled back.This library is not big, and the name "library" is a bit exaggerated. At most, it can be regarded as a reference room with the charm of the Republic of China.Ji Wanxuan was probably looking for some book inside, and it didn't take long to find it and walk out. "Okay, let's go." The boy jumped to his side, holding an old book whose cover could not be clearly seen in his arms.He didn't show it to himself, and Shen Fang didn't ask, he put the landlord back on the ground with an "um", and stood up with their schoolbags on their backs.He is tall, Ji Wanxuan is two centimeters short of 1.8 meters, Shen Fang is half a head taller than him, and may grow longer in the future.Such a boy has slender limbs, wrists that reach the crotch, and his body is well-proportioned and good-looking. He is as beautiful as a tall and straight poplar, and he can be recognized at a glance in the crowd.It is so unique that it is enviable.But he is not happy.Ji Wanxuan quietly followed the young man, watching the man's back step by step, but what he thought was that the word "turn back" might not be in Shen Fang's dictionary.As in the past week, they walked together not far apart on the way to the bus station. They seemed to be strangers, but they were secretly connected to each other by a schoolbag belt.It's like the crowds on campus are bustling, but they also seem to be different.It's just that today's conversation was less than usual. The two stood side by side at the station. The one with healthy hands and feet was steady and quiet, while the one with the plaster cast was looking around, as if he had ADHD.Shen Fang lowered his eyelids, thinking that he finally felt uncomfortable too.Its own standard ending.After finally waiting for the bus that Ji Wanxuan was on, Shen Fang carried his one-shoulder schoolbag for him as usual to say goodbye, but when he turned around, someone grabbed the corner of his school uniform.He turned his head and his eyes fell on Ji Wanxuan's long and strong fingers.The little classmate has a cleanliness obsession with people, and he seems to be a bit too much.Ji Wanxuan laughed dryly, and withdrew his hand back. "I have something for you." Without giving Shen Fang a chance to refuse, Ji Wanxuan handed over the old book that he had been holding in his arms all the way. "How to Conquer a Beautiful Girl".

pistachio

"..." Shen Fang raised his eyebrows, and silently handed over a question mark.Ji Wanxuan explained aloud: "A good book of the year, I recommend it sincerely." He always likes to bounce around other people's bottom line.Shen Fang shook his head, just after he said "thank you" and "no need", the book was forced into his arms.Ji Wanxuan turned around and jumped on the bus, ran to the window and waved to him with a smile, with a vague mouth shape that said "you're welcome".Shen Fang: "..." The bus left with the exhaust fumes. Shen Fang took his time to put the old books into his bag, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.He suddenly remembered the cup of fruit tea in summer, Ji Wanxuan always seemed to like to stuff himself with weird things.When he put his hand in his pocket, he felt something hard, which was also given to him by the man after school.When passing by the next trash can, Shen Fang squeezed the candy wrapper into a paper ball and slid it in from the palm of his hand with a toffee in his mouth.There was no one in the house, and Aunt Gui left after cooking.Shen Fang dropped his schoolbag casually, walked to the dining table and tried the temperature of the food - it was still hot, Aunt Gui had just left.Shen Jiazhen knew that his son who moved out alone didn't want to see him, but he was worried, so he found an aunt to take care of his daily life.The condition of Shen Fang's agreement was that he should not let him see anyone in the house, otherwise he would leave Yancheng immediately to find his grandfather, and Shen Jiazhen also agreed.But this was originally a means of juvenile rebellion. After transferring to another school, the time he went home was unpredictable every day. It was sooner or later, just to drive people out with a cold face after opening the door.It's just that a week has passed, no matter how he adjusts his itinerary, he has never seen the legendary "Aunt Gui".But every time I come back, the food is just right, it's a bit weird that Aunt Gui lives up to her name.The food was delicious, but he couldn't whet his appetite.There was a "plop" sound in the living room, and Shen Fang stepped on his slippers and walked out, only to find that the schoolbag had fallen to the ground, and there were a few books with sharp corners protruding from the unzipped pockets.He went to tidy up, and it didn't matter what he did when he was upset.The old book that Ji Wanxuan forced for him fell completely to the ground, revealing a cold white corner sandwiched between the title pages.Shen Fang paused, bent down without picking up the book, and directly pulled out the folded A4 white paper.There are two lines in Chinese in fine black on the paper, the first line reads "Let me tell you a secret, I can draw with my left hand", and the second line reads "But writing is impossible".Below it was a hand-drawn doodle of a little man in plaster cast smiling goofily.It was a very monotonous picture, but through this piece of paper, Shen Fang saw that when he was waiting outside the door, this person was lying on the printer that he didn't know if he could still use it, biting the cap of the pen and dabbing with one hand.Shen Fang stooped to pick up the "How to Conquer a Beautiful Girl", and just opened it and saw another hand-painted.Maybe it's because I use my left hand, whether it's the self-portrait or this hand-painted painting, the lines are very decisive and concise, and a few strokes are quite vivid.The phone rang with a "ding", and he glanced at it as if waking up from a dream. It was a message from Ji Wanxuan. "Does my painting look good?" Why is he like Aunt Gui, the time is pinched by them.Shen Fang didn't want to admit defeat so easily, but he couldn't speak cold words as if his heart was soaked in warm water, so he could only reply in a compromise: "What are you drawing? I don't understand." Speak up.Shen Fang waited patiently for a while before putting the phone aside, holding the piece of paper and looking at it carefully.Half a minute later, Ji Wanxuan finally sent a voice over, with a bit of resentment in his tone: "Little classmate, are your art grades bad? You can't recognize my paintings so vividly!" Actually, I recognized them. , but I don't know why he drew this.Shen Fang wanted to laugh, but he still spoke calmly: "So what is it?" Ji Wanxuan was always unhappy: "Pistachio!" After he finished shouting, he stopped speaking, and the dialog box kept showing "The other party is typing", It is also difficult for him to type so many words with one hand. "I guess you're not a person who likes to eat pistachios, so I'll draw a few for you. There is a certain reason for wishing plum blossoms to quench thirst." Shen Fang really didn't realize it this time: "What?" Ji Wanxuan probably finally learned how to use it The voice input function is enabled, and large texts are sent quickly. "I don't know why you fight with others, and I don't know why you are in a bad mood. But helping others is my old-fashioned heart, not to tie you up as a cow." Shen Fang was a little speechless, and Ji Wanxuan waited politely Waited, didn't see a reply for a long time before re-entering. "Pistachios are called pistachios because of the shape of the cracked shell, but they are not born 'happy'. Due to various factors such as variety and environment, it does not necessarily crack naturally. Therefore, after artificial harvesting, cleaning, and frying After the pistachio, he will use a machine to pry open the shell and force it to be happy." Ji Wanxuan read the composition materials he copied in a cadence, checked that there were no typos and sent them, and finally began to talk about the topic. "From tomorrow onwards, you don't need to 'check in' anymore. I have received everything that should be received. I am very happy to meet you. I hope you are also happy. It doesn't matter if it is a bit difficult recently-the pistachios I gave you are naturally ripe and cracked. Yes!" What a short composition of 16 words, Shen Fang has never seen this kind of formation before, he was dizzy after being brainwashed for a while, and it took him a long time to respond with four words: "Ah, what's wrong?" Ji Wanxuan was stunned for a moment , Picked up the cheat sheet again to verify it.Pistachio.That's right.He was a little nervous, and his tone became weaker: "This is a transliterated name, did I copy it wrong?" Who knows if he copied it correctly, Shen Fang was 931 years old, and this was the first time he knew that Pistachio was not named Kai Famous heart fruit.But there was a smile in his eyes bit by bit, sincerely. "Thank you. I..." "Importing" stopped typing again, and the words "moral model" remained motionless, I don't know what I was embarrassing about.Ji Wanxuan can only half-read minds, guessing other people's thoughts, but not their moods, and happily repeated: "So you don't have to carry my schoolbag for me anymore!" I quickly sent an "oh", with a neither salty nor weak tone.If Ji Wanxuan thought about it carefully, he might be able to see a bit of deliberate indifference.But his mind was so hot that he couldn't see anything. "Actually, I never took the [-] bus before. Although I can get home, it takes a long detour. But you heard me the other day that you take the bus and go directly to the nearest station, so I followed." Shen Fang was stunned. .He never noticed that there were other bus stops near the letter.Ji Wanxuan complained without strength and came to save the friendship again: "According to the recent traffic plan, I should actually go with you. Starting tomorrow, if you don't mind, let's go together after school?" A week ago, you In fulfilling self-defined obligations, I feel that you are a moral model when you are young and old.I understand, but the degree of acceptance is really limited, one week is the limit.Starting tomorrow, let's be normal classmates, and if possible, we can become real friends.There was no human voice on the microphone, and Ji Wanxuan's fingers were wrapped around the phone line, feeling very uncertain.Time elongated, the alarm clock ticked, and when the second hand passed a quarter of the way, Shen Fang softly said "OK" on the other end of the phone.

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Teacher Kong: I asked you to copy composition materials not for puppy love

math workbook

Several new posters were posted on the bulletin board of school activities, there were clubs recruiting new students, school celebration program collection, and cafeteria polls.Ji Wanxuan stopped in front of the promotional paper of the school composition competition, carefully studied the content requirements several times, and raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction: