"Kacha"

Lin Juanshen stepped on something and made a crisp sound.

He lowered his head and glanced at it. He couldn't see it clearly. It was probably an empty can.

The street lights here had been broken a few years ago, but since this area was remote, no one came to fix it.

At night, this place would be pitch black.

He was used to it and casually kicked the flattened can to the side.

A stray cat happened to pass by and was almost hit by the jar, so it meowed a few times in dissatisfaction at the assailant. Its voice was sharp and fierce. Even if it couldn't be seen clearly, it could feel its fangs and claws.

Under the weak moonlight, he could only see a thin black shadow, trying to get closer.

A pair of glowing green eyes stared straight at him, as if a ball of will-o '-the-wisp had ignited on the ground.

If a timid person saw it, they would be scared out of their wits.

But he wasn't afraid. Seeing that it wanted to get closer, he stared at it. "What!

You still want to settle accounts with me? "He threatened it with his teeth.

The stray cat was scared by his fierce glare and jumped away. It tiptoed back a few steps and meowed at him unwillingly. In the end, it was forced back.

His figure nimbly jumped onto the wall of a certain house. After a few leaps, his black figure disappeared into the boundless night.

"Tsk" He was proud of himself. His face showed a hateful smile. In short, he was asking to be scratched.

"Hey, isn't this Lin Juanshen?"

A few people came out from the depths of the alley. One of them, who was thin and small, greeted him with a smile.

It had just rained during the day, and this was a low-lying area, so the ground was full of puddles of water. As they walked, the sound of water splashing was very unpleasant to hear, and it was especially obvious in this quiet and shabby old street.

Lin Juanshen heard the voice and narrowed his eyes. He recognized the person's identity.

"What, you don't recognize me?"

The thin person was nicknamed Skinny Monkey. Seeing that Lin Juanshen didn't move for a long time, he was a bit embarrassed. Then he smiled. "You still remember the beating from a month ago, right?"

Lin Juanshen's careless smile suddenly disappeared. His eyebrows were lowered, like a provoked wolf. A pair of dark eyes stared at the person.

"Last time you were beaten to the point of being hospitalized. Haven't you learned your lesson?"

Skinny Monkey looked at his wolf-like appearance and found it very unpleasing to the eye. He swept his gaze over his right elbow and left leg, and laughed maliciously.

"Bullshit!" Lin Juanshen sneered. "Who the f * ck do you think you are!"

***

Lin Juanshen took out the key from his pocket. Before he took it out, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

He was caught off guard and his arm was hit by the heavy door. He immediately grimaced in pain and let out a soft hiss.

When he realized that his actions were damaging his image, he immediately retracted it.

"You're back."

Inside the door, Mother Lin saw that it was him and put the trash bag in the trash can at the door. She planned to throw it away when she left tomorrow morning.

She wiped her hands on her apron and was about to take his backpack when she asked, "Why are you back so late again?"

He didn't let her and put his bag on the sofa. When he heard her question, he replied, "I went out to play with my classmates." He was glad that he hid the wound on his hand and didn't ask her to look at it.

"Xiao Juan," Mother Lin looked at him hesitantly at the door. "You're in high school now."

"You can't be as mischievous as before. You should focus more on your studies.

That's all in the past, but high school is the most important stage of life. You can't go on like this. "

She looked like a gentle and quiet woman. At this moment, she looked at her son worriedly. She couldn't help but feel worried when she thought about how her son was in a fight with someone before school started and was hospitalized.

"Mom, I know."

His body hurt terribly. Skinny Monkey's men weren't very skilled, but they were strong. He wasn't careful and was hit a few times.

Now that he was tired and in pain, he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep.

But in the end, he suppressed his annoyance and replied to Mother Lin patiently.

"Mom knows you're just dealing with me. Xiao Juan, listen to Mom. Really, study hard.

Only by studying well can you have a bright future. "

Mother Lin knew her son well and knew that he didn't listen to her at all. She frowned and said, "Why aren't you like your dad at all?

Your dad's grades were one of the best in the grade. Later on, he was admitted to a famous university in Beijing … "

"Why are you still talking about him?"

When he heard Mother Lin mention that person, he couldn't help but burst out with anger. "He's not a good person!

He's outstanding, he's smart, but didn't he do those f * cking things?!

What's the point of studying?! "

Mother Lin was shocked by his sudden anger and didn't dare to say anything else. Looking at the arrogance in his eyes, she didn't know how to persuade him.

Lin Juanshen noticed that Mother Lin seemed to be shocked by him. He frowned and looked a little annoyed and annoyed.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, he kept quiet and went back to his room.

Mother Lin, who was also Lin Meiyu, stood there for a long time after he went back to his room.

***

"Dear —"

"No, no, you don't need to use the word 'dear' when writing a love letter." Du Nian muttered and crossed out the word on the draft paper.

"Dear —" She propped her chin up and thought for a while. Then she thought of another word and started to write.

Just as she finished the word, her hand suddenly paused.

Then she suddenly held her face and lay down on the bed.

"Dear …" Her cheeks suddenly turned red, like the clouds in the sky at sunrise. It was especially conspicuous on her fair skin.

"Dear Lin Juanshen …" She couldn't help but laugh after she finished reading. She hugged the soft pillow and rolled around the bed.

She rolled from one end of the bed to the other, back and forth a few times. She almost rolled under the bed before she finally calmed down and sat up.

Her soft hair that originally fell over her shoulders was messed up by her. She looked at the small mirror in front of her desk for a long time.

After dilly-dallying for a long time, when she looked up at the little bear clock on the wall, she was shocked to find that more than half an hour had passed.

She wailed in her heart and hurriedly sat up in front of the desk again. She continued to think about what to write next.

"Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door.

Du Nian hurriedly hid the draft paper under her notebook.

"Nian Nian, it's getting late. Time to sleep." Song Zhenlan urged. It was almost eleven o 'clock. This was the time she usually went to bed.

When he heard Du Nian obediently answer from inside the door, Song Zhenlan felt relieved and went back to his bedroom.

She carefully listened to the sound of the slippers outside the door become fainter and fainter. Du Nian patted her chest and sighed in relief. She took out the draft paper that she had hidden well.

The originally clean and blank draft paper had long been filled with words.

It was densely packed, and all of it was a person's name.

She sighed, chagrined and sweet at the same time.

She reached out and touched the words on the paper. Stroke by stroke, it was the person's name.

It was elegant and graceful when she wrote it, but deep and peaceful when she read it aloud.

She lowered her head and pondered. She thought of something and couldn't help but smile.

Then she picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

Perhaps it was because she was afraid that Song Zhenlan would come to check on her again, but the urgency of time forced her to write.

She had been holding it in for a few hours and only managed to write "Dear". At this moment, it was as if she suddenly had an epiphany. Her pen was like a god. In less than ten minutes, she finished writing.

When she wrote "Du Nian" as the name of the writer, she finally put the pen down.

She carefully pinched the corner of the slightly pink letter, afraid that she would accidentally touch the ink that had yet to dry.

She gently blew the handwriting on the paper dry and carefully checked for any mistakes or mistakes. She was meticulous and strictly followed the treatment of the college entrance examination essay.

Then, he folded it and put it into the pink envelope.

She had secretly gone to the boutique outside the school to buy the envelope and the letter paper. She buried her head and looked for a long time before she finally found something that she was satisfied with.

She didn't know if boys would like it.

***

Hehehe.