Perhaps receiving her signal, Pan Ning spoke up, "We can't think of anything right now. How about you let us go back and think about it? Don't you still have a few days before you leave?"

"Ah, I haven't thought about it yet." Jianshu was a little disappointed.

"Of course. Think about it, when we go out to buy things, don't we also have to choose carefully? How can we think of it so quickly in such a short time?" Pan Ning said righteously.

Jianshu thought about how carefully she had chosen things when she was shopping in the past, and felt that what she said made sense.

"Okay, then you guys should think about it carefully, and as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I will definitely tell you before you leave." Pan Ning gave her a reassuring look, but cunningly did not tell her the specific date.

Jianshu either didn't notice or didn't care, he nodded and agreed.

The three of them said goodbye at the door of the department store. Li Li was going home to hug her son, Pan Ning was going back to the office for lunch break, and Jian Shu had to go to the photo studio.

She hasn't forgotten that she has a boyfriend who is eagerly waiting for her reply from afar.

By the way, she will be going to Shanghai in a few days, and she has to tell him in the letter.

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After getting the photos, Jianshu picked up her pen and wrote a reply letter, mentioning that she had to go on a business trip to Shanghai this week and would be back in five days.

Unsure of her departure time, plus she would be away for five days, the next time Gu Mingjing wrote, she might not be home and wouldn't be able to reply in time. To avoid him worrying, she had to tell him in advance.

After writing the letter, Jianshu stuffed the retrieved photos and the letter paper into the envelope.

Looking at the still "flat" envelope on the table, and recalling the "bulgy" envelope sent by Gu Mingjing, Jianshu couldn't help but wonder if he had gone a little too far.

Others wrote so many words, but she only wrote two. Isn't it a bit perfunctory?

Why does she feel like that scumbag? She doesn't cherish what she has?

Jianshu fell into self-doubt.

How about writing a little more? At least it won't look that different.

So, Jianshu started writing again.

…

Ten minutes passed, and there were still only salutations and greetings on the letter paper. As for the main text, it was blank, without a single word.

Jianshu lay weakly on the table, his eyes blank. It was so difficult to write a letter.

It's hard to believe that a novelist who can easily earn millions of dollars in sales can't even write a letter.

However, this outrageous thing really happened.

Just when Jianshu's mind was empty and he couldn't think of a single word, a super small Jianshu the size of a thumb with devil horns appeared in his mind.

The devil's voice, with its alluring tone, sounded: "Why don't you just forget about writing? You've already written the reply, haven't you? Why not just mail it directly? Why make it difficult for yourself?"

Yes, why not stop making it difficult for yourself and just send the reply letter you wrote earlier. Jianshu's heart was moved, and the balance in his heart began to tilt.

At this moment, another super small Jianshu appeared. The difference was that she did not have devil horns, but instead had a pair of angel wings behind her.

The angel Xiao Jianshu came up and slapped the devil Xiao Jianshu in the face. With a "whoosh", she was slapped to the horizon.

Then, she put her hands on her waist and yelled at Jianshu: "No way, someone wrote you such a thick letter, and you only wrote such a short reply and sent it back. Is that acceptable? You liked me so much before we were together, but now that we're together, you're too impatient to write letters. Bah, you scumbag!"

Jianshu was criticized so badly that she was even labeled a scumbag, and she was trembling with fear.

Otherwise, should she try harder?

At this time, the devil Xiao Jianshu who was photographed to the horizon came back and rushed to the angel Xiao Jianshu, wanting to avenge the slap.

Unfortunately, the angel Xiao Jianshu was well prepared, and she failed to succeed.

But she was not a pushover and rushed forward again.

Soon the two men started fighting.

If she broke her little horns, she would pull her wings; if she bit her little face, she would bite it back.

It's like little girls fighting and pulling each other's hair. It's so shameful to watch.

Fighting and cursing at each other:

"Ah, you heartless scumbag."

"Who's the scumbag? It's not like I didn't write a letter. Besides, I even prepared so many things for him."

"What's the point of things? Of course, letters can better express feelings and thoughts. Just think about it, opening a letter you're eagerly anticipating a reply only to find only two thin pieces of paper inside. I'm sure you'd cry in sadness."

"Who said things are useless? Aren't they made by me? Why can't I express my feelings and longing? Besides, he would cry? How is that possible?"

"Isn't he a human? Why can't he cry? I just want you to not find out."

"Impossible, how could he cry because of this?"

"How can it be impossible? You are not him, how can you understand?"

"Then you're not him, so how can you be sure he'll cry?"

"I didn't say I would definitely cry, but the possibility exists. What if? What if?"

"you……"

"Hmph, scumbag!"

"Ahhh, I'm not."

"Bastard!"

"I don't."

"Bastard!"

“…”

"Bastard."

Two little villains were fighting in my heart. At the beginning, they were evenly matched, but with one "bad girl" after another, the balance of victory began to slowly tilt towards the angel Xiao Jianshu.

Finally, the angel Xiao Jianshu knocked the devil Xiao Jianshu down with a punch, sat on her, grabbed her ears and threatened: "Write the letter or not? Are you still a scumbag?"

"Ah, be gentle, write, write, please stop." The devil Xiao Jianshu begged for mercy.

Thus, with the devil Xiao Jianshu's surrender, the first battle of two books came to an end.

Winner: Angel Xiao Jianshu!

As for whether there will be a second term, that depends on fate.

Jianshu sat up straight again and looked at the letter in front of him with a painful expression.

Writing a letter is really difficult!

Where did Gu Mingjing get so much to write? Wouldn't he be at a loss for words? Besides, next time, and the next time, wouldn't it be such a thick letter again?

Thinking of this, Jianshu felt that the future was bleak.

But unfortunately, the person she chose could only be loved by herself. What else could she do? Of course she just went along with it.

Wearing a mask of pain, Jianshu began to write, from meeting a good friend, to what Ding Ming gave her, to what she had for lunch. She began to write a diary in a flowing manner.

There's no way, there's really nothing else to write except this. I can't write him a love letter, right?

Even if she wanted to, she didn't dare. The letter might have passed through several people's hands, and she didn't want to leave the earth yet.