love letter from the down and out

"Yes, I like Shen Fang. Gu Chenxing was silent: "Then you..." Then why didn't you talk to him? There was no question, because everyone knew the answer. Gu Chenxing couldn't accept that Ji Wanxuan liked herself , because they will never be able to love each other like lovers, what about Shen Fang? Does Shen Fang like boys? Rather than having a hopeless relationship, it is better not to start from the beginning. Gu Chenxing stopped talking, and his arms twitched irritably, He bumped into Ji Wanxuan's phone. He picked it up casually and wanted to play a boring game, but the phone skipped the lock screen and jumped directly to the desktop. Gu Chenxing: "Why did you cancel the password? "Ji Wanxuan: "..." He took a deep breath, and finally told the truth. When he didn't know if he liked Shen Fang, he was uneasy every day, and his head was not right-of course, after confirming that he liked Shen Fang What's more wrong. One day, Ji Wanxuan took advantage of Shen's afternoon nap next to him, grabbed his finger and secretly recorded fingerprints on his mobile phone. "He turned on the phone directly the day before yesterday. I don't know if there is any doubt. I Simply cancel the password. "Gu Chenxing: "...Why did you record his fingerprints?" ""I have no idea! This time it was Ji Wanxuan's turn to collapse: "Am I also a little perverted?" "Gu Chenxing was worried: "A little bit..." Ji Wanxuan buried his head in the fluffy bed after being exposed to the sun, and groaned with a headache. The ordinary smartphone suddenly became a little hot, and Gu Chenxing I wanted to put it back where it was, but a new message popped up in time. Gu Chenxing: "..." Ji Wanxuan was still collapsing. Gu Chenxing turned his head and poked him, his eyes were extremely complicated. Ji Wanxuan was upset Lifting his head, he said, "Why? "Gu Chenxing: "Your three-good student asked you if you said you would play the cello for him before, but you still can't figure it out. "Ji Wanxuan: "..."

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The title of this chapter is For the Stars?

Love and passion

The garment workshop where Ji Ning works has been working overtime recently in order to make winter clothes. She is busy almost every day until late.Ji Wanxuan ignored her objection and insisted on picking her up at the bus station every day.This weekend, Ms. Ji Ning, an excellent employee, finally had a day off, and she was wandering in a dreamland and did not want to wake up.Ji Wanxuan got up early in the morning and prepared breakfast for her, and the ingredients for lunch were also washed and prepared.The winter nights were long, and when he walked out of the house lightly, it was just dawn.A small light in Uncle Nie's room had already been turned on, and he could faintly hear the whining of the puppy.Aunt Bai was still lazing on the bed, yawning and asking, "Are you hungry?" Uncle Nie put on a sweater and squatted by the door beside the wooden doghouse he had just built. Stretched out a big hand and rubbed the little milk dog's soft and warm body: "What bark, he has a name and a surname, called Mengmeng, what's the surname... What's the surname?" Ji Wanxuan held back a smile and walked lightly Go to the patio to unlock his bike.Auntie Bai said strangely: "And a surname? Children have so many tricks." Uncle Nie poured a plate of milk and put it in front of Mengmeng.The picture of the puppy licking and eating with its pink tongue can really rank among the top three in the world's cutest list. The man's eyes became softer: "You are not very old, and you are also a beautiful child." Ji Wanxuan almost shook his hand. The key fell to the ground and stopped in the air several times before catching it.The sour love words from Uncle Nie's mouth can make people's teeth sour. Aunt Bai "hissed" shamelessly, but she couldn't help but speak a little better when she spoke again: "Little Gu put the dog It’s all for you, so I’ll take your surname, Nie Mengmeng.” The little dog couldn’t understand that he was being given his surname in a short while, and he only knew that after he was full, he threw his fleshy head to the owner. Rubbing coquettishly in the palm of the hand.Uncle Nie was healed to the point of comfort, and said very lovingly: "Okay, Ziyu has a younger sister from today." Ji Wanxuan suffocated his laughter, and pulled the string of the piano case to prevent it from being overturned. go down.Sister Xiaoyu, you don't have to worry, a new sister has come to help you fulfill your filial piety.When pushing the cart out of the yard, it is inevitable to pass by the gate of Nie's house. Uncle Nie poked his head out from the door, afraid of waking Ji Ning, and greeted him with a low voice: "Going out so early?" Ji Wanxuan pointed to the back of his finger. He also answered him in a breathy voice: "Go practice the piano for a while." Uncle Nie probably thought it was funny that the children in this yard happened to love art so much, so he waved his hand to signal him to go, and went back to the house with a smile on his face. .Ji Wanxuan carefully opened the door and pushed the car out. When he turned around and closed the door, the light in Uncle Nie's room was turned off again—the couple were about to go back to sleep.He made a "shh" gesture to Nie Mengmeng, who poked out half of his head to look at him, and closed the courtyard door lightly.Ji Wanxuan thought about the note that Nie Ziyu left for her, and finally hid it in a small locked box with worry.Nie Ziyu persuaded him to share the troubles of adolescence with others, but Gu Chenxing delivered it to his door by himself. What about Sister Xiaoyu herself?Besides Ji Wanxuan, does anyone else know her secret?Does that pretty girl know?If one day...will she tell her parents?What will Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai think then? ... What if it was Ji Ning?The cold wind blowing head-on to his face couldn't blow away his three thousand worries. Ji Wanxuan shook his head, and suddenly put more force on his legs, kicking the polished bicycle out of the posture of putting on a firecracker.The sixth floor of the Children's Palace is the orchestra training class for teenagers and children. Ji Wanxuan has been studying here since he was not as tall as a piano box, and it has been a full ten years now.Although he came only a handful of times after junior high school, the teacher recognized him as soon as he poked his head into the music room. "A rare guest, Ji Wanxuan." The old lady who taught the violin was still his old teacher, and when he swiped down his reading glasses, a teasing and nostalgic smile appeared in his kind eyes.He seems to always have nothing to do with the old man and the old lady.A circle of bright-eyed children sat in the classroom. Everyone stopped playing and looked curiously at the handsome brother who walked in scratching his nose.Ji Wanxuan walked over and hugged the old lady, and smiled embarrassedly at the children: "Teacher, please forgive me for a while." Teacher Song patted his head, turned his head and said seriously: "Everyone continue to practice, as if he doesn't exist." The old lady's frowning eyebrows were frightening. Ji Wanxuan was afraid of her when she was a child, and she had to cry for two hours before coming to the Children's Palace every weekend. Now that I think about it, it's really funny.Ten years had passed, and the children in Yancheng still hadn't made much progress. They were still frightened by her look and shivered.Ji Wanxuan laughed out loud.Teacher Song gave him a reproachful look, held his hand and walked towards the photo column on the wall of the classroom. "Why do you want to come here today?" Ji Wanxuan smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I practiced the piano, it's not convenient at home, so come and recall it." Mrs. Song immediately gave him a look: "I don't welcome lazy children here either." Ji Wanxuan Wanxuan immediately admitted his mistake: "Teacher, I'm sorry! It's just that it was inconvenient for me to have a broken arm before. Did I come here without removing the plaster cast?" The old lady's angry expression disappeared within five seconds, and she scratched nervously. Picking up Xiao Ji's slender arm, opened the sleeve and looked at it over and over again: "Have you fully recovered? Don't make fun of yourself. If you can't, go home and continue to raise it. You will feel better if your arm is crippled." It's itchy flesh, and she giggled after being pulled by her, so she could only stretch out the other arm and hug the old lady into her arms again: "It's really good! You don't know me yet?" The old lady patted him on the shoulder, no He said kindly: "Indeed, if you were really that hardworking, you would have been sent to the conservatory." Before the cello case could be unloaded after entering the door, Ji Wanxuan's shoulders hurt from the pressure, and he lowered his head to discuss with the old lady: "Song Teacher, is there any free classroom? Let me go in and practice for a while." His back is too thin and awkward, and the old lady pushed Xiao Ji away with a bit of disgust: "There is an empty classroom, but I didn't bring the key today, you just Practice here." Ji Wanxuan leaned against the wall holding the cello in a bit of embarrassment: "Farewell... I haven't touched the piano for three months, it must not be very pleasant." Teacher Song: "What's so embarrassing Yes, it's not like I haven't seen you as a beginner." But he was only six or seven years old at that time.Ji Wanxuan blinked aggrievedly: "Really? Don't lie to me." Teacher Song ignored him and went back to teach the children.Ji Wanxuan was depressed for 2 minutes, and finally dragged the piano case to the corner of the classroom, and sat down slowly.He started to practice the cello when he was less than seven years old, almost without interruption throughout the year. According to Li, he would not be so unconfident.But it is also because I practiced every day before, which prevented the occurrence of hands-on situations, and now I feel particularly unsure.There are still photos of him winning awards, big and small, on the wall. It would be too shameful if he chopped off the first time in front of these little Doudou.Ji Wanxuan took care of the cello from the beginning to the end in every possible way, until he couldn't find any preparatory work. Finally, he faced the wall and did enough mental construction. In the sound, the left hand presses the position, and the right hand holds the bow and transports it to the string.Perhaps, have you ever heard of the renovation team sawing wood?Ji Wanxuan: "..." He raised his head resignedly, trying to hypnotize himself that there was no one around.Teacher Song: "Have you heard that? If you don't keep practicing, it will become like this." The children dragged their voices: "Listen—see—la——" Ji Wanxuan: "..." No, I rubbed too much rosin, kids, don't learn