Chapter 149 Love Letters
She pursed her lips, looking somewhat annoyed: "One day I saw him secretly slip something into your desk when no one was in your class at lunchtime, and then he left."
"After I saw him leave, I went to search your desk and found..."
Song Shiyi frowned. "What did you find?"
He Jinzhao looked at her and uttered two words.
"love letter."
Song Shiyi paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "A love letter?"
"Yes, that's right."
He stared intently at her and slowly said, "The love letter I wrote to you."
Song Shiyi was stunned.
What?
Did He Jinzhao write her a love letter?
But she had no idea!
She had never seen that love letter.
She turned sharply to look at Sun Jing, "What did you do?"
"I……"
She said apologetically, "I took it."
“But I was afraid He Jinzhao would ask about you, so I rewrote an identical love letter without a signature and put it back.”
"So you received it too, he also sent it, you just don't know who it was from."
She thought that since Song Shiyi would receive love letters every day, she wouldn't read them carefully and wouldn't notice anything amiss.
Just as she expected, the matter was not made public.
The love letter that originally belonged to Song Shiyi had long been tucked inside a book and she had never read it again.
Because she no longer likes He Jinzhao.
Because of her own selfish desires, she might cause two people who are mutually in love to miss each other. She didn't realize this until she went to university.
It was a shameful secret weighing on her heart, making her feel guilty every time she thought about it.
Now that she's finally said it, she feels relieved.
After Sun Jing left, Song Shiyi slowly recovered.
She looked at He Jinzhao, whose face also looked pale, and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you ask me about it later?"
He Jinzhao moved his lips: "I asked."
Song Shiyi frowned: "Really?"
Why don't I remember her?
“On the way home that day, I asked you if you had seen anything in the table.”
"You said you saw it."
"Then I asked you what you thought."
"You said you would study hard and wouldn't fall in love too early."
He Jinzhao started to feel aggrieved again as he spoke.
"You also told me to focus on my studies, that senior year is very important, and that I shouldn't date too early."
"Isn't that a polite way of rejecting me? Of course I understand."
Song Shiyi: "..."
She remembered.
She did see the love letter that day, but it was written by someone else. She received them every day and was used to it, so she didn't suspect anything.
She thought He Jinzhao was subtly warning her not to date, since he was getting along very well with Shen Yanci at that time, and it was normal for him to keep an eye on her.
As for what she said afterward, it was all an accident; she said it unintentionally and didn't expect it to cause such a big misunderstanding.
Song Shiyi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Why didn't you tell me to my face?
He Jinzhao coughed twice: "I... dare not."
Song Shiyi was very surprised.
Is there anything that someone as confident and flamboyant as him wouldn't dare to do?
He Jinzhao certainly wouldn't dare; he's a coward.
Having a crush on someone is a source of inferiority and bitterness.
He could see her everywhere in his peripheral vision, but dared not look at her from outside.
She was the only one I could see in the crowd, and when she looked over, I pretended to be looking at the scenery.
He hid his feelings for her in every unspoken gesture.
Later, because of that incident, he was disqualified from being recommended for university and punished by his parents, so he chose to go abroad.
He was afraid she would know, yet he was also afraid she wouldn't.
I'm afraid she'll feel troubled if she finds out, and I'm also afraid she'll feel bad if she doesn't know.
So he wanted to hide away and be alone to relieve his stress.
He thought it was just a simple farewell, but he didn't expect it to turn into countless sleepless nights.
Later, when he heard that Shen Yanci was in a relationship, he felt that he had a chance.
So he went back to China.
After listening to him, Song Shiyi was actually able to understand his thoughts.
If it were her, she would probably keep those feelings hidden in her heart.
However, she was still a little unhappy.
She puffed out her cheeks and said coquettishly, "Go back and rewrite it. I want to see it."
He Jinzhao responded softly, showing his utter doting affection.
"Then let's go."
The two walked side by side, slowly strolling towards the Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon.
Before even seeing the temple gate, we stumbled upon the famous marriage tree.
The trunk was so thick that it took two people to hug it, and the branches stretched out vigorously in all directions, covered with a dense array of wooden sticks.
A red string is tied to the corner of the stick. When the wind blows, the wooden sticks gently clink together, making a rustling sound. This, combined with the tinkling of the copper bells hanging from the eaves, creates a sense of tenderness and piety.
He Jinzhao held a red string and wooden stick between his fingers, dangling it slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners: "Shall we hang one too?"
Song Shiyi glanced at him sideways. Sunlight fell on the tips of his hair, gilding them with a faint golden edge. The corners of her lips unconsciously curved up, and she said in a light tone, "Sure."
The temple had a table and writing implements set up next to the marriage tree.
The two found a stone bench and sat down side by side, the ink in the inkstone emitting a faint scent of pine soot.
He Jinzhao pondered for a while, holding the pen, when he suddenly looked up at Song Shiyi and saw that she was looking down, with long eyelashes and a dazzlingly white profile.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, lowered his head, and scribbled a few strokes on the wooden stick with the tip of his pen.
Song Shiyi held the pen, pondered for a moment, and then wrote with light and gentle strokes.
Her handwriting was elegant and graceful; a line of small characters fell on the plain white wooden stick, carrying a touch of gentle solemnity.
A breeze blew in, brushing against her hair and the red rope that He Jinzhao had placed to the side, causing the tassels on the rope to sway gently.
"Finished writing?" He Jinzhao put down his pen first, raising an eyebrow at her.
Song Shiyi nodded, put the brush back on the brush rest, and then gently blew the ink off the slip of paper.
The two walked to the tree with their respective wooden sticks, looked up, and saw the branches intertwined, the red ropes like a woven tapestry.
He Jinzhao was tall, and he could easily hang the fortune stick on a high branch. He deliberately chose a conspicuous spot, tied the red string into a tight slipknot, clapped his hands, and turned to look at Song Shiyi.
She was standing on tiptoe, trying to hang the wooden stick on a branch she couldn't reach, her arms outstretched, the wind lifting a corner of her skirt.
He Jinzhao chuckled, quickly walked over, took the wooden stick from her hand, and said with a smile, "I'll do it."
He raised his hand and hung the wooden stick next to his own. The two sticks were so close together that they gently touched each other when the wind blew.
Song Shiyi looked up at the two wooden sticks side by side, the red rope swaying in the wind, and sunlight filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves, falling on them like scattered gold.
He Jinzhao reached out and took her hand, his fingertips warm. He turned his head, his eyes filled with laughter: "Let's go, let's go to the temple to pray?"
Song Shiyi grasped his hand in return and softly hummed in agreement.
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