Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 201 Sunshine and Rain

In the past, the days passed very slowly, the horses and horses and the mail were very slow, and I only looked at one person in my life.

This is the first fall of Xiaoyu and his buddy's love.

Because this autumn is a bit cold, the young guy was sent by the shop owner's wife to other places to buy goods.

This time, I have not returned for a long time.

At this time a hotel.

On the desk by the half-open window, there was an opened letter quietly.

The young man at that time had already learned a lot of Chinese characters under Xiao Yu's patient teaching.

It was precisely because of this that the correspondence between the two became more frequent during this period.

"The letters I send to you always have to be delivered to the post office in person. I don't like to put them in the green mailboxes on the street. I always suspect that it will be slower to put them there."

In front of the desk, the young man muttered slowly to the beautifully handwritten letter, and a gentle smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his mouth.

But when his gaze moved down, the originally happy smile on his face froze and changed into a worried expression.

"The sun is out on our side today, but it dilutes the cold feeling that has been going on for these days."

"It's just...", Juanxiu's note on the letter seemed to pause for a moment, and when it continued again, it reached a new line.

Just looking at this blank line, one can naturally think of a graceful figure in a blue cheongsam.

The woman's delicate and small crescent eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something seriously while writing.

"There was a sudden sun and rain today, which made my hair half wet."

"I guess Chen Lang, you must have asked me to go back to the house earlier." The handwriting of the new line is obviously much more agile.

"But this rain is really hard to meet, so I unconsciously watched it for a while."

"I think it's really hard not to say this kind of interesting thing, and it will make you worry if you say it, so it will take a little more time to hesitate."

The feelings entrusted in this little letter are too complicated, like cloves with sadness, and also like the loneliness and sadness of wandering in the rainy alley with an oil-paper umbrella.

"Huh—" The young man in front of the desk paused for a full quarter of an hour, and then continued to read until his chest completely calmed down.

"Chen Lang, I think your trip took too long this time. I asked Aunt Su, and she always said that you came back in the past few days, which made me look forward to it."

"But it's been a long time since I went to the shop, but Aunt Su always gave me the same answer every time, which made me a little worried. I wanted to ask her again, but I was too ashamed to say it."

"You're coming back. I smile at everyone, and I'm polite to those who hate me. I can't wait to eat every evening waiting for you with sugar."

Between the graceful and gentle handwriting, there are full of longing for the woman in Tsing Yi holding a pen and her chin in the distance. It is warm and hot, like a sunflower blooming in the sun.

"Oh, before I know it, this letter is coming to the end again, so I won't say more this time. Aunt Su said that you will come back this time, I think it must be true."

The young man's eyes confidently scanned the top line of the paper to the end of the letter, and held the paper over and over again several times before projecting to the end of the letter.

As usual, it was an incomprehensible poem that Xiao Yu left for her every time she wrote a letter, but this time the address at the end of the letter changed a little.

"Sunshine and rain, like a king, laughing and weeping."

--rain
The young man stared blankly at the last few paragraphs for a few seconds, and then moved his gaze to the nickname at the beginning of the letter.

——My Mr.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm---" the young man's faltering voice and flushed handsome face remained in front of the desk.

"Patter--", the originally gloomy sky outside the window also started to rain quite well, just like the buddy felt melancholy and yearning at this time.

"There hasn't been a rain of sun on my side." The young man shook his head, although he had already held a pen, he couldn't let it fall.

After thinking for a long time, the clerk brought the letter paper on the side again, read it carefully again, and then shifted his gaze to the word Chen Lang on it.

"Huhu——", while exhaling softly, the letter that had been shelved for a long time finally wrote the beginning on the crooked handwriting.

—— light rain

"I told you before that, just by looking at the title of Mr., you will unconsciously feel numb all over."

"I'll go back in seven days, if the next letter is like this, I'll..."

The young guy frowned, and suddenly stopped writing, until the time he started to write again, his face was full of anger.

"You are not allowed to call me by the name of Mr., otherwise, I will go to the dictionary to find the most meaty and greasy name to use as the address of every letter."

After writing such a long series of words in one breath, the young man paused his pen, and when he wrote again, his face already had a childlike expression of victory in the competition.

"Aunt Su has always been like this, but this time the news should be confirmed. I will look for you as soon as I come back, lest you come to the shop again."

"It's the oil-paper umbrella with a hole in it from last time. You should find a way to fix it, otherwise it's okay to get caught in the rain occasionally, and it's easy to get wind and cold if it's too much."

"At that time, I must watch you drink that bowl of extremely bitter Chinese medicine in one gulp.".At this point, the buddy's writing suddenly became extremely heavy.

"Xiao Yu, you said last time that although I have learned some characters, I am still not gentle enough. You have to force me to praise you a few words in every letter."

"But this..." The young guy in front of the desk frowned even tighter: "If we meet, I can pester you to talk all day and night, but I can't write it down on paper."

"For some reason, since I started to pick up the pen and prepare to describe your details, I can't help being distracted."

"I'm sorry, I didn't write a single love story, but I really missed you for an hour."

At this point, the young man suddenly looked at Xiao Yu in the distance, and his brows were completely relaxed when he wrote again: "Last time, Xiao Yu's letter from you, I read it over and over several times."

"Although I'm still a bit ignorant now, I finally have a general understanding of that poem."

"Red beans send love, I don't know if you know."

"Xiaoyu, you want to say that you want me to come back, and then I will feed you red bean porridge in bites, right?"

"As for this sentence, I think it will take me a long time to think about it again. Hey, what a headache."

The young man supported his forehead, and unconsciously wrote the letter to the last line.

On the only blank line left, the pen tip of the buddy repeated repeatedly, which was quite tangled.

"Anyway, I still want to ask you for advice, Xiao Yu, about the meaning of the poem you wrote this time."

"Sunshine and rain, like a king, laughing and weeping."

"Crying and laughing, what kind of trouble is this?"

(End of this chapter)