During that time, in order to ease the discomfort caused by their leaving, I worked non-stop every day, read and wrote non-stop, and occasionally went to work to collect grass for pigs.
Seeing me like this, Liu Ping's mother would take me to the commune to play when she went to work there occasionally, and would give me some money and let me go out and have a look by myself.
Every time this happened I would go to the post office and ask if there was any letter for me.
But every time I asked, I was disappointed.
Pei Hehui, did he make new friends after he left? Or did he have such a wonderful time over there that he forgot about me?
Why haven’t you written me a letter for so long?
He must have forgotten me!
At the beginning, every time I went to the commune and didn’t get the letter, I was just depressed and unhappy.
Later on, I felt a little disappointed, and I began to believe in my heart that Pei Hehui must have forgotten me.
He clearly said he would write to me and asked me to write back. What a liar he is!
Later, I stopped going to the post office every time I went to the commune. I started shopping in the shopping mall where Aunt Lanhua used to work.
The mall is so lively!
I would go there to have a look when I had nothing to do. I was very envious of the people working in the mall. They had stable jobs, right? And I heard the salary was not low.
In addition to a stable salary, there is also commission, and you can get a portion of the money as long as you get an order.
I miss the time when I first started selling buns with Teacher Ruan. At that time, the shopping mall was not so big, and although the bun shop could not be described as simple, it was not as big as it is now.
In my spare time, I began to ponder the strategies that Mr. Ruan used to run the bun shop, and I actually figured out some tricks.
One day when I went to the commune to play, I went to the post office on a whim, and found three letters for me, all written by Pei Hehui.
It turns out he hasn't forgotten me yet.
I tried hard to suppress the corners of my mouth that kept rising, and couldn't wait to open it and read it.
In the first letter, he explained why he hadn't written to me for so long. He said he had just arrived there and had been adapting for a while, that his family had bought a house there, and that his parents had spent all the family money and their hair was almost turning white from worry.
The second letter was sent some time later, asking me why I hadn't replied to him, and whether he had been mad at me because he wrote too late, and then he apologized to me.
The third letter writer started to sound anxious, asking me why I hadn't written to him yet, and whether I had forgotten about him or whether I hadn't even gone to the post office to pick up the letter.
After reading the letter, I couldn't wait for my mother to finish her work, so I told the security guard directly and asked him to talk to my mother. I was going home first.
I ran home without stopping, grabbed a pen but had no idea what to write the first sentence.
I asked him if he was doing well recently, but he had already explained everything about his situation in the letter.
Should I ask him about his studies? Wouldn't that be too boring?
Finally, I wrote a very long letter in a very eloquent manner. The letter was full of greetings to Aunt Lanhua and hardly mentioned Pei Hehui.
After I finished writing it, I read it through and felt that it was not very good. It seemed that Pei Hehui was completely ignored.
On second thought, I felt that this was a great thing to do. It took him so long to adapt before he wrote to me. Wasn't it normal that I didn't mention him at all in my first letter?
The day I sent the letter, I was anxiously waiting for his reply.
Finally I got his reply. He was anxious and kept apologizing in the letter. Of course, he also answered all the questions in my letter.
In this way, we started writing letters to each other. He talked to me about his life in Guangzhou, his parents' career development, his academic situation, and his interactions with new friends.
Occasionally, he would send me some new clothes and shoes that were fashionable in Guangzhou.
Every time I received it, I was reluctant to wear it. My mother said that I was growing very fast now, and if I didn’t wear it, I wouldn’t be able to wear it after a while. Wouldn’t that be a waste of Pei Hehui’s kindness?
That's true, I thought, and I happily put on the clothes and shoes he sent me and went out to play.
It aroused the envy of a group of friends.
As time went by, I slowly grew up. When I was in high school, there was always a rumor about a relationship circulating in my class.
But it's all one-sided on the boys' part.
So-and-so loves so-and-so for ten thousand years, so-and-so loves so-and-so for twenty thousand years, so-and-so loves so-and-so for thirty thousand years.
I happen to be the girl in the 20,000 years.
I actually didn't have much interaction with that boy.
There was a fire in his home when he was a child, and his neck is covered with hideous scars.
At first, his classmates didn't like to play with him because they disliked his ugly appearance. But I think he didn't want to be ugly. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable. Why? Just because of these, they excluded him?
When some classmates excluded him, I began to speak up for him intentionally or unintentionally. His eyes were very clear and he looked at me with gratitude.
Later, slowly, the difference in academic performance became more and more obvious. He began to emerge and became a stable top three in the class, while I couldn't even stay in the top five and often could only rank sixth or seventh.
Later I found that there was always a book of wrong questions on my desk. The questions in the book were the questions I got wrong in the last exam, and the analysis of those questions were very clear and concise.
At first I felt nervous and surprised, but later one time I accidentally saw him putting his wrong answer book on my desk, and then I felt relieved, because it turned out to be him.
I don’t know where that rumor came from, but every time my name is put together with his, some classmates will start to make a fuss.
Every time I stop them with righteous words and tell them not to say such irrelevant things.
Occasionally I noticed that his eyes seemed a little lost, and I didn’t quite understand it. I just felt that dating was not something we should do at our age. He had such good grades, how could I not have a good impression of him?
We can definitely be friends.
From the first year of high school to the second year of high school, these rumors not only did not dissipate, but after the rumors about the other two couples died down, the rumors about him and me became more and more intense.
What is going on?
We didn’t even interact with each other, so why can’t this rumor disappear?
I began to stop looking at the wrong answer books he wrote for me, and would return them to him immediately after he put them on my desk.
In front of other students, I told him seriously: "Student, don't leave your things lying around."
I thought that this was the only connection between him and me, so how did other students know that he wrote down my wrong answer book? In short, if we cut off the source, it should not be passed on anymore, right?
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