Xu Minghui wasted several sheets of colored paper before he managed to fold the words inside the boat so that no trace of them could be seen from the outside.
In fact, this boat can no longer be called origami, but a model.
Xu Minghui tinkered with it for several days before he finally finished his "little boat love letter". Early in the morning when he went to school, Xu Minghui sat in the classroom for a long time to prepare himself mentally. When it was almost time for class, he finally mustered up the courage to walk up to Zhou Yuanyuan and confess his love.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't notice what Xu Minghui said; her eyes were drawn to the blue boat in his hand. She had to admit, she hadn't expected Xu Minghui's chubby fingers to be quite nimble. The boat he'd folded wasn't a simple, single-layered wooden boat. Instead, it resembled the pictures of aircraft carriers they'd seen at the military museum the other day. Several small paper airplanes were perched on the spacious deck.
Xu Minghui's heart was beating fast. He had looked up a lot of information for this ship, and he had also worked hard for the girl he liked.
A cold face suddenly flashed through Zhou Yuanyuan's mind. There was a boy like that back then who loved tinkering with models. The car models he made were as lifelike as if the real thing was shrunk ten times.
I wonder if Wen Ziqing had a crush on a girl when he was making models back then? This thought flashed through Zhou Yuanyuan's mind.
Zhou Yuanyuan then shook her head. Wen Ziqing, before meeting her, had obvious communication difficulties with the outside world. He probably wouldn't be attracted to girls, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so calm when he saw his car model destroyed by the Wen Ziyun siblings.
When Xu Minghui saw Zhou Yuanyuan shaking her head, he thought that Zhou Yuanyuan was unwilling to accept his boat and almost wanted to cry.
"Zhou Yuanyuan, I spent the last few nights working on this..." Xu Minghui truly loved Zhou Yuanyuan. From their first day in class, when she appeared at the classroom door, as beautiful as a flower fairy, Xu Minghui had secretly fallen in love with her. Over the course of more than a year, the more Xu Minghui got to know her, the deeper his admiration for her grew. Zhou Yuanyuan's calm demeanor in the face of everything captivated Xu Minghui.
Xu Minghui was transferring to another school next semester, and he didn't want to hide his feelings for Zhou Yuanyuan. He wanted to express his feelings to her. However, Zhou Yuanyuan's calmness at the time made Xu Minghui feel a little frustrated.
"Thank you, I think this boat is beautiful." Zhou Yuanyuan saw the fat boy's face was red as if it could bleed. After thinking for a moment, she reached out and took the boat model from Xu Minghui's hand. After all, it was a kind gesture from Xu Minghui, and Zhou Yuanyuan would never underestimate anyone's kindness towards her.
In this era, children would look for pink paper to write love letters. The little boat in Xu Minghui's hand was blue, and Zhou Yuanyuan didn't think of it as a love letter at all.
Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan finally received his "love letter", Xu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and a bright smile appeared on his face.
When the bell rang, He Jingjing returned to the classroom. At this time, He Jingjing seemed to have calmed down and returned to her usual proud self.
Zhou Yuanyuan never looked at He Jingjing. During class, while the teacher lectured, Zhou Yuanyuan was busy flipping through Xiaoyu's collection of books in her mind. This had been the way Zhou Yuanyuan had been for years. She only needed to hear the material once, and repetitive learning was a waste of time.
The day passed quickly, and He Jingjing didn't bring her fans to Zhou Yuanyuan's presence the entire day. Zhou Yuanyuan was surprised but secretly relieved. Wasn't it what she had always hoped for that He Jingjing wouldn't cause her trouble?
After school, Zhou Yuanyuan looked at the boat model in the desk drawer, thought about it, and decided to take it home.
As soon as Zhou Yuanyuan walked to the door of her house, she smelled the aroma of food wafting from inside.
Before Zhou Yuanyuan could take out the key to open the door, the door opened, revealing Wen Ziqing's icy face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
"Brother Ziqing, why are you back?" Zhou Yuanyuan was pleasantly surprised. Ever since Wen Ziqing started military school, he'd been either studying or training in the army year-round, with only the ten or so days during the Lunar New Year holiday to return home. Zhou Yuanyuan hadn't seen Wen Ziqing in almost eight months.
Seeing the smile on Zhou Yuanyuan's face, Wen Ziqing's lips curled up slightly. Wen Ziqing was now 1.8 meters tall. Although not a big man, he weighed over 140 kilograms and looked neither fat nor thin.
Seeing the little girl he hadn't seen for a long time, Wen Ziqing reached out and pulled her in. He couldn't help but reach out and ruffle Zhou Yuanyuan's black hair. Mmm~! It was so fluffy and felt just as good as ever!
Zhou Yuanyuan's hair was only shoulder-length and tied in a ponytail at the back of her head.
"Brother Ziqing, don't mess up my hair." Zhou Yuanyuan shook her head, trying to shake off the big hand that was playing tricks on her head. It was annoying! Brother Ziqing always did this to mess up her hair.
"Little girl, do you miss Brother Ziqing?" Wen Ziqing reluctantly let go of his big hand and took the big schoolbag Zhou Yuanyuan was carrying from behind.
"Yeah, I missed you a little." Zhou Yuanyuan remembered that she thought of Wen Ziqing several times at school today, and nodded.
"So good." Wen Ziqing was satisfied. The little girl was still young, so Wen Ziqing didn't dare say anything out of line. As long as the little girl had him in her heart, everything in the future should be natural.
When Wen Ziqing put down his schoolbag and reached out to take the boat in Zhou Yuanyuan's hand, Zhou Yuanyuan's hand moved away and avoided Wen Ziqing's hand.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ziqing was a little puzzled. This was how they always got along. As long as Wen Ziqing was at home, when Zhou Yuanyuan came home, Wen Ziqing would always help her put away the things she brought home.
Brother Ziqing, this is what my classmate gave me today. Isn’t it beautiful? I didn’t expect Xu Minghui’s chubby little hands to be so flexible. "Zhou Yuanyuan held up the boat model in her hand and chatted with Wen Ziqing about Xu Minghui.
Xu Minghui? That's a boy's name, right?
Looking at the small boat in Zhou Yuanyuan's hand, Wen Ziqing's heart was filled with alarm.
"It's okay! However, here and here are both made rather roughly. If this place is painted silver-gray, it will look more high-end." Holding Zhou Yuanyuan's hand, Wen Ziqing looked at the boat model and immediately found a few small flaws.
Humph! You're being courteous to my little girl? I'll destroy your image at the root first. Wen Ziqing thought darkly.
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