☆, Chapter 158 Extra: Wen Yuming's Love Letter
【Hello my deskmate, actually I like you...】
Twelve-year-old Wen Yuming was secretly writing a letter to his favorite deskmate in his room in the old house.
To be precise, it is writing love letters.
His deskmate is a cute girl who likes to tie her hair into a bun. He has liked her for a long time.
He hummed a song and wrote each word stroke by stroke, planning to secretly put it in her schoolbag the next day.
"The young master is back!"
Hearing the voice of the servant downstairs, Wen Yuming's heart was alarmed. He immediately cleaned up the table and stuffed the unfinished love letter into the drawer.
He ran downstairs. Wen Yuci was twenty years old at this time, and he still had a youthful look about him.
Seeing someone running downstairs, he subconsciously took a step back, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Yuming's head, and glanced at him lightly: "Stop, be honest."
"Brother! You haven't been home for a week, play games with me!"
"Have you finished your homework for today?"
“I finished it a long time ago!”
Hearing this, Wen Yuci nodded, rubbed Wen Yuming's hair and smiled: "Come upstairs with me to see grandma first."
As they were going upstairs, the aunt next to grandma walked out of the room and whispered to the two of them, "The old lady just went to bed. The two young masters, please come over later."
Wen Yuming tugged at his brother's sleeve, winked at him suggestively, and finally successfully brought him back to his room.
However, just after entering the room, Wen Yuming suddenly remembered that there was a love letter hidden in his drawer, which must not be discovered by his brother.
He sat down at the desk as if nothing had happened, took out his game console and asked, "Brother, are you busy with work lately?"
"Well enough."
Wen Yuci looked at him with his cell phone in hand, and always felt that he was nervous, as if he was avoiding him like a guilty thief.
"Yuming." He suddenly looked at him: "What trouble have you gotten yourself into recently?"
"No!"
Wen Yuming shook his head and denied it: "I've been very well behaved recently. If you don't believe me, ask grandma."
When he feels guilty, sweat will keep coming out of the tip of his nose.
Wen Yuci already knew him well. Seeing him leaning against the desk drawer, he suppressed his smile and nodded: "That's good."
He lowered his head to play games. After winning two rounds, Wen Yuming was obviously in high spirits. He sat sideways in the chair with his feet on the desk.
"Brother, you're amazing! I've been losing for three days in a row!"
"Play for a while longer?" Wen Yuci asked.
Wen Yuming nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"
Wen Yuci frowned slightly, looked at him and said, "My phone is out of battery. Go to my room and get my charger."
"Use mine!"
"I don't want to use yours."
Wen Yuming hurried out with his cell phone, and Wen Yuci stood in front of the desk and hesitated for a moment.
When he came back, he saw Wen Yuci sitting at the desk, and he suddenly remembered something!
He pretended to be calm, sat on the sofa, and asked in a low voice: "Brother...are you still playing?"
"Play."
Wen Yuci's tone dragged out a little. After putting down his phone, he stared at the nervous Wen Yuming and continued, "Wait until you confess before playing."
Wen Yuming quietly swallowed his saliva due to nervousness, and asked him with a forced purse, "Confess... confess what?"
"Confess what's in your drawer..."
Hearing this, Wen Yuming stood up from his chair, his face wrinkled like a bun: "Brother! How dare you rummage through my drawers!"
"I didn't turn it over." Wen Yuci spread his hands towards him: "I'm waiting for you to hand it over on your own initiative."
Seeing that he was about to cry with a pursed mouth, he shook his head helplessly: "A thief is guilty as a thief. Your behavior has seriously betrayed you."
Wen Yuming wanted to cry but had no tears. He tried to muddle through: "Brother, it's really nothing."
"Um?"
Seeing his stern face, Wen Yuming closed his eyes in despair. He looked more terrifying than being scolded.
He reluctantly opened the drawer under his gaze and handed the love letter to Wen Yuci hesitantly.
Then he ran behind the sofa as fast as he could and hid behind him, "Brother, don't hit me!"
Wen Yuci took a look, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he threw it on the table, glancing at the person behind the sofa: "You've grown up and can write love letters."
"elder brother......"
"Yuming."
Wen Yuci called him very seriously. Wen Yuming walked over with his head down and felt guilty, almost crying.
"Wen Yuming, how old are you? Have you learned all the knowledge yet and are you already imitating others to write love letters?"
He rubbed his brows and looked at him with disdain: "Do you know what love is?"
"Brother, I was wrong..."
He shook his head, pulled Wen Yuming over and pressed him to sit on the chair, placed the love letter in front of him, patted his head and curved his lips: "If you like writing love letters, then write more."
He took a blank notebook from the side and handed it to him, raised his chin and said, "Write it a hundred times first."
"Ah??? Brother, please forgive me!"
Wen Yuci: "Don't worry, write slowly, I'll accompany you."
He considerately handed a pen to Wen Yuming and saw that he had a pout on his face, looking pitiful, angry, and wanting to laugh.
When writing the tenth letter, Wen Yuming's tears fell on the notebook, but he wiped them away secretly so as not to be seen by his brother.
He still hadn't finished writing by dinner time, so Wen Yuci got up and went downstairs. The grandmother in the restaurant asked him what had happened in confusion.
After hearing his story, grandma couldn't stop laughing. She pointed upstairs and asked, "You really don't allow him to eat?"
Wen Yuci smiled as he picked up some food and said, "I'll bring it to him later."
Grandma Wen nodded: "Remember to educate him ideologically."
the next day.
Wen Yuming rushed to school dejectedly. As soon as he sat down, his deskmate walked in.
She sat down and placed the pink envelope on his desk: "Yuming, a girl just asked me to give this to you."
He was lying on the table, not looking up, and asked her, "What is it?"
"love letter."
Wen Yuming suddenly jumped up from his seat, stepped back and waved his hands, saying, "Please help me return it, I feel like vomiting when I hear these two words!"
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