Yunmian walked to the desk prepared by her grandmother, opened the zipper of her schoolbag, and reached into the bag with her chubby hand. After rummaging in it for a while, she took out a small pink peach heart.
She handed the little pink heart to Chu Yu.
"Brother Chu, this is for you."
Chu Yu stared at the small peach heart made of pink letterhead paper in her hand, and his heart suddenly started beating fast.
Could this be the love letter that sister Mianmian wrote to him?
Sister Mianmian is only six years old, and she already knows about love letters?
No, sister Mianmian is just starting out and can only write aoe. How could she possibly write a love letter to him?
Chu Yu took a deep breath to calm himself down. He stared at the pink heart in Yun Mian's hand and asked with a frown, "What is this?"
Seeing that he refused to take it, Yun Mian took one of his hands and stuffed the pink little heart into his palm.
"My mission is complete, Brother Chu, let's write the recipe for the hot pot base now."
The fifth-grader Yang Xiaoli only asked her to hand the love letter to Brother Chu. She had already done it. Whether Brother Chu opened the love letter or not was none of her business.
Chu Yu has been transferred to Huangshi Middle School for more than two months and receives one or two love letters every week. After listening to Yun Mian's words and looking at the pink little peach heart in his hand, he suddenly understood.
This little girl actually helped another woman pass a love letter to him.
Chu Yu was so angry at the little pink ball in front of him that he gritted his teeth.
"Yunmian."
He seldom called Yunmian by her full name, and suddenly he called her by her full name, which scared Yunmian.
Yunmian's small shoulders trembled.
Seeing her trembling shoulders, Chu Yu's tone quickly softened.
"Who gave you this love letter?"
He took the love letter and waved it in front of Yunmian angrily.
Yun Mian saw that his handsome face had turned black with anger, so he quickly confessed and asked for leniency.
"This is from Yang Xiaoli, a fifth-grade student at our school. Brother Chu, why are you so angry? It's just a love letter."
Chu Yu had already restrained his anger, but after hearing what she said, the anger that he had just suppressed began to surge in his heart again.
"That Yang... Yang Li, what benefit did she give you to help her pass her love letter to me?"
Although it was a question, the Third Master's tone was very affirmative.
This girl is smart, thrifty, and doesn't like trouble. If there were no benefits to be gained, she would not have handed the love letter to Yang Shili.
Yun Mian: "Brother Chu, my name is Yang Xiaoli."
As she spoke, Yunmian pointed to the little pink heart.
"Love letters have names on them."
Chu Yu emphasized his tone: "Don't interrupt me. It doesn't matter what her name is, Li. Just answer my question."
Yun Mian lowered her head guiltily, placing the index finger of her left hand against the index finger of her right hand, and spoke weakly, "This afternoon, our class had art class. The art teacher assigned me some handicraft homework, but I didn't want to do it. Fifth-grader Yang Xiaoli happened to ask me to help her deliver a love letter to you, so I asked her to help me with the homework."
Yun Mian spoke more and more quietly. At the end of her words, she slowly raised her head, stretched out her chubby little hand, and tugged at the sky blue shirt on the Third Master.
"Brother Chu, can you please not tell my dad and grandparents about me asking someone to do my homework for me? If my dad and grandparents find out, I will be spanked."
As soon as she acted coquettishly, Chu Yu was helpless.
Chu Yu held his forehead helplessly.
"Will you still help others pass love letters to me in the future?"
Yunmian immediately shook her head like a rattle.
"No, no matter what good things the senior sisters use to tempt me, I will no longer help them pass love letters to Brother Chu."
Chu Yu reached out and tapped her head gently.
"You are sensible. I will forgive you this time."
Yun Mian was secretly breathing a sigh of relief when Chu Yu suddenly grabbed her chubby little hand and looked at her seriously.
"Chu...Brother Chu, you...didn't you just say you forgave me?"
The last time I saw Chu Yu with such a serious expression was more than two months ago, when he was in danger on the river dam.
Chu Yu suddenly showed such a serious expression again, which scared Yun Mian and made her a little nervous.
Chu Yu held her chubby little hand tightly and said seriously, "Sister Mianmian, please stop helping those girls pass their love letters to me. I don't like them. When you grow up, I'll marry you, okay?"
Yunmian's head buzzed.
She is only six and a half years old, but she has already been noticed by this brat.
Yun Mian felt a little relieved.
"Brother Chu, what are you talking about? I don't understand. I don't understand at all. Let's write down the recipe for the hot pot base."
Yun Mian exerted force with her hands and finally pulled her chubby little hand out of Chu Yu's hand. Then she turned around in a panic and walked to the desk, taking out a homework book and a pencil from her schoolbag.
Chu Yu looked at the lawless and clever little girl who was so flustered at the moment. The corners of his mouth rose and he smiled in a suddenly good mood.
This little girl actually understood what he just said and was shy.
It would be better if you could understand, so that you don’t have to treat him as your brother and foolishly help other girls pass love letters to him.
"Chu...Brother Chu, I only have pencils in my schoolbag."
Chu Yu walked to the desk and sat down, his body close to Yun Mian. When Yun Mian handed him the pencil, he suddenly became so nervous that his tongue became tied when he spoke.
Hearing his own stuttering voice, Yun Mian despised himself in his heart.
Isn't it just that a thirteen-year-old kid who is good-looking, mature, and comes from a wealthy family confessed his love to her? As someone who has lived two lives, there is no reason for her to be nervous.
Chu Yu took the pencil from her hand, smiled, and said softly: "Brother is used to it, you can read it."
To ease her embarrassment and nervousness, Yunmian coughed twice and began to recite: "Vegetable oil, butter, red bean paste, glutinous rice cake chili; smashed ginger; garlic, green onions, rock sugar, star anise, cinnamon, tsaoko..."
Yun Mian read out to Chu Yu the ingredients, cooking steps, and precautions for making Sichuan spicy hot pot one by one.
Chu Yu held a pencil in his hand and wrote meticulously on Yun Mian's homework book, writing in small regular script just like printed text.
After Yun Mian finished reading, he filled a whole page in his elementary school math homework book.
Chu Yu put down his pencil. Yun Mian stretched his neck and took a look at his homework book. Seeing the rows of words as neat as printed text, he immediately admired Brother Chu.
The handwriting is as beautiful as he is.
"Thank you, Brother Chu. You've worked hard, Brother Chu."
Chu Yu: "You little girl, you only know how to flatter me. Okay, I'm not angry about what happened just now. If I get angry with you, I'll be pissed to death."
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