looking back inadvertently

"Are you going to America?" Compared to Shen Zhe's silence, Wen Hao was very surprised when he found out about this.

A few students in the class looked at them. Anyway, everyone would know sooner or later, and Liang He didn't think he was bluffing.

"Ah."

"Which city?"

"Los Angeles." Liang Zheng told him where he was going in the future, and some things about the school. Liang He listened to it without distraction, all the information was vague, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Your father intends to stay there?"

"Ah."

……

Wen Hao and Liang He asked and answered endlessly.Shen Zhe never said a word, but still sat beside him.

"Are you back?" After Wen Hao stopped asking questions, Shen Zhe suddenly asked, "I mean you."

"Me?" Liang He was a little at a loss, "I don't know, I should have been there for the past few years."

"Then you don't need to take the college entrance examination!" Wen Hao spoke again.Although I regret my friend's long trip, it is still enviable that I don't have to take the college entrance examination.

"It's not necessarily better to go to college over there." Liang He said perfunctorily.After going to the United States, he didn't know what kind of future he was facing due to various unknowns in his studies and life.

"Think about the good," Wen Hao comforted half-sarcastically at this point, "maybe you adapt quickly, and then forget us all..."

After the bell for evening self-study rang, Wen Hao ran away in a hurry, leaving only Shen Zhe occupying the seat next to Liang He.But that night, they didn't speak a few words, and Shen Zhe didn't even ask him about math.

"Liang He," the two walked back to the dormitory together, before Shen Zhe spoke again, "Your birthday is coming soon."

The new year is coming soon.They discussed each other's birthdays before, and next year is still not a leap year, but February is just around the corner, and Liang He is one year older in terms of absolute time.

"Ah."

"Can you stay until your birthday?" Shen Zhe continued to ask.

"I'm afraid..." According to Liang Zheng, they will leave in early February, "Not necessarily."

"It's a pity," he said, "that you haven't had a birthday yet."

"I haven't given it to you either—" Ever since Qin Ying fell ill, Liang He has always felt the sourness in his nasal cavity from time to time, feeling pushed by someone, stumbling towards an unknown direction, and there is no possibility of retreating. .

This time is no exception.He immediately stopped talking, all the emotions gathered in his throat, not up or down.Fortunately, Shen Zhe hung his head and didn't know what to think, so he didn't notice any strangeness in him.

On the eve of the winter vacation, the news that Liang He was about to leave school spread throughout the class.Luo Mingyu asked him if he wanted to bid farewell to everyone formally, but Liang He refused.

The transfer freshmen stand in front of the stage and introduce themselves in order to let others know themselves.But he was already a part of this place, so it was meaningless to repeat information that everyone knew, it felt like reminding others to remember him, it was too hypocritical.

Wen Hao returned to his hometown during the Chinese New Year this year, and would miss Liang He's trip to the United States. He and Ye Minjuan made a plan to ask Liang He out as soon as the holiday was over, which was regarded as his practice.Shen Zhe originally planned to come over, but he had to give up because he had something to do, but he promised Liang He to send him to the airport.

"What to eat?" Wen Hao pushed the menu in front of Liang He in the hot pot restaurant in the city center.

"I don't know, you can do whatever you want."

"Damn, I hate choosing dishes the most."

"Then let Ye Minjuan order." Liang He lifted his backpack to his lap and unzipped it.

He carried a huge schoolbag today, which was bulging like a lot of stuff.Wen Hao didn't pay attention at first, but now he finds it strange: "What did you bring? It's just out for a meal."

"Review the materials." Liang He explained plainly, "I don't need them anymore, so I'll pick some good ones and share them with you."

"Come on, you can leave it to her, it's useless to me," Wen Hao casually flipped through the pile that Liang He brought out, "Or you can give it to Shen Zhe, doesn't he like to do questions?"

"Here," Liang He said, "I picked something that suits him." Shen Zhe's home is just across from "Tianyuan", so it's convenient to deliver books.

"Then these are suitable for me and Ye Minjuan?"

"It should be," Liang He replied, "I think it's okay."

Wen Hao shook his head: "You are really our good father!"

"Fuck you." Liang He wanted to slap him.

"Hey, hey," Wen Hao suddenly shouted, "What do you think this is?"

Disturbed by his too bright voice, the surrounding diners looked at their table one after another, and Liang Hutton felt embarrassed.

"Keep your voice down, okay?"

"No... You still have this in your book!" Wen Hao pulled out the letter paper folded into a square.Although it wasn't wrapped in an envelope, the letter was folded very carefully. A heart-shaped sticker was used as a seal where the edges meet, and the words "Received by Liang He" were written on the outside.It's easy to see what this is. "Fuck, is this a love letter? Who gave it to you?"

Wen Hao subconsciously wanted to peel off the sticker, thinking that it was for Liang He, and it was not easy to open it casually, so he honestly handed it to him, but he couldn't restrain his thoughts of gossip.

"I didn't notice it before."

It is impossible to determine who wrote the letter just by looking at the back of the letter, but the handwriting of these three characters gave Liang He a preliminary judgment.Before the exam, Cao Lei borrowed this exercise book from him, and she just returned it from the holiday the day before yesterday. Liang He didn't look through it carefully, and put it in his bag directly.Maybe she put it in after writing these days.

"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?" Wen Hao seemed more excited than Liang He.

Is it really a love letter?

No matter what the content is, Liang He thought, if someone else wrote it carefully, he should read it carefully.He slowly peeled off the sticker, unfolded the letter where Wen Hao couldn't see it, and read it.

Wen Hao was also savvy, suppressed his curiosity, and didn't probe: "Is it a love letter?"

"Yes." Liang He admitted, but immediately folded it up and put it away after reading it.

What was expressed in that letter was indeed a girl's most sincere emotions, including regret and concern for the death of his relatives, analysis of her own changes in her mind, and finally her blessing and heartfelt delivery to him.

"Who wrote it?"

Liang He glanced at him.Wen Hao understood immediately: "I won't tell others."

"Cao Lei."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and even the voices from other tables became weaker.

"My God, it's not easy." A few seconds later, Wen Hao opened and closed his mouth, clicked his tongue, "How is Xueba writing?"

"How about what?"

"Scholar's literary talent—how does it compare to Shen Caizi?"

"Then how do I know?" Liang He said not seriously, "Shen Zhe never wrote me a love letter."

"Pfft!" Wen Hao almost spat out the water he just drank, "Are you pointing at Shen Zhe to write you a love letter too?"

Liang He smiled and leaned back on the chair: "Help me give Cao Lei a word."

"What?"

"I wish her success in the college entrance examination."

After a moment of silence, Wen Hao half-raised his head: "Seriously, if you don't go to America, would you consider accepting the confession?"

Liang He said simply: "I don't think about it."

"So ruthless?" Wen Hao was surprised at the other party's unhesitating attitude, "Cao Lei is pretty good, and she looks good too."

"Would you accept a confession just because someone is nice?"

"Fuck," Wen Hao got annoyed when he heard that, "Then you have to confess to me personally first."

Ye Minjuan had already opened the door and came in. Her hair was long and tied into a ponytail.The two boys were so absorbed in their conversation that they didn't notice her.

"What are you talking about?" She threw the backpack behind her back onto the chair, "Who confessed?"

Liang He and Wen Hao were startled at the same time, watching her sit down opposite.

Wen Hao looked at Ye Minjuan, then at Liang He: "Tell her?"

"Say it." Liang He nodded.

"Report," Wen Hao raised his hand to her, "Someone in our class wrote a love letter to Liang He."

"Really?" Ye Minjuan was not too surprised, but her tone was slightly cheerful, "How is it?"

"Nothing," Wen Hao replied directly for him, "Liang He is unmoved."

After hearing this, Ye Minjuan didn't dig too deep, took the menu and pencil, and began to draw on it to choose something to eat.

"And you," Liang He asked her, "how are you preparing for the college entrance examination?"

"It's okay." She raised her eyes and swept across, "According to my level, I tried my best. Anyway, I'm going to Beijing."

The fact that she pursued her senior was no secret to them, they were tacit to each other.

"That's good." Wen Hao didn't urge her to order, but poured tea into everyone's cups, and then picked up his own cup.

With tea instead of wine, there was a clear sound of collision among the three glasses.

"Brother," Ye Minjuan looked at Liang He, "I wish you a smooth future."