Zhou Yian opened the letter trembling with fear under Song Songbai's gaze.
Oh my god.
"Tian Ye is the person who reported to the newspaper last time," Zhou Yian couldn't help but defend himself, "I don't know why he sent the letter."
Song Songbai didn't say anything.
"Tear it down immediately." Zhou Yian was upset by his silence. Why did he look at him like a criminal?
Zhou Yian opened the letter and quickly glanced at the ten lines. "It's nothing. It just asked me to submit more stories about the educated youth who went to the countryside."
Song Songbai reached out to take the letter.
Zhou Yian subconsciously stepped back.
Zhou Yian looked at Song Songbai's embarrassed hands and complained first, "What are you doing, husband? You scared me."
"Show me." Song Songbai said with a frown.
Zhou Yian hesitated for a moment, feeling that if he really tried to snatch it away, she would not be able to win, so she gave it to him.
After handing it over, he remembered that he could hide it in space. He was suppressed by Song Songbai's aura and his brain stopped working.
Forget it, doesn’t hiding the space mean that she is guilty?
"What do you mean by 'I'm sorry you've already formed revolutionary friendships in the countryside?'" Song Songbai read the letter gravely. "What do you mean by 'I hope you can think this over and not be so impulsive?' What made you so impulsive?"
Pretty good at grasping the key points.
"Why do you care what others say?" Zhou Yian defended herself, "I know I have no regrets. I'm just happy to marry you."
Zhou Yian took advantage of Song Songbai's distraction, snatched the letter, and quickly hid it in the space, "Okay, husband, why don't you go to work? The tractor is still waiting outside."
"What kind of work are you doing?" Song Songbai pinched the back of her neck. "The backyard is on fire, and I'm still working."
"Tell me the truth, what happened?" He pinched the waist and carried the person back to the room.
I swear to God, Zhou Yian felt that he was really wronged this time. He really didn't do anything wrong.
I had no choice but to tell him how I met him.
"You're still treating people to dinner?" Song Songbai questioned her with a frown.
"I'm just thinking about building a good relationship. It will be more convenient for me to submit articles in the future." Zhou Yian expressed his thoughts.
"These days, who would invite someone to dinner for no reason? No one knows what you're thinking." Song Songbai was so angry at her that he almost died. She had never even invited him to dinner.
"I'll learn this from now on and never treat anyone to a meal again." Zhou Yian felt a little guilty and swore to the sky.
Song Songbai poked her dimple with his hand and said, "You've never treated me to a meal."
"Please, please, please." Zhou Yian said hurriedly, it's just a small thing.
"Oh," Song Songbai sneered, "That's a bargain for you. Can't you write? Write me a 10,000-word love letter and we'll let this go."
Ten thousand words!
Zhou Yian grabbed his arm and said, "Hubby, let's discuss it. How about treating me to ten meals?"
Ten thousand words is enough to kill me, what can she write?
"No." Song Songbai pulled his hand out, stood up and walked outside, "It must be a 10,000-word love letter."
Otherwise I won’t be able to get over this.
Song Songbai went out to work again, and Zhou Yian followed him out, surrounding him and asking him about his well-being, hoping to get him to change his mind.
In the end, it was useless and he still had a cold face.
Zhou Yian was also holding her breath. Isn't it just 10,000 words? She didn't ask for help.
Just write!
He took a notebook and a pen, sat opposite Song Songbai, and prepared to watch him write.
Suddenly I remembered that I still have a pen to give to you.
She returned to her room, found a pen from her space, and after thinking for a while, she tied a bow with the red headscarf that Song Songbai had bought her last time.
"Honey, as a token of our love, how about you give me a pen and I give you one?" Zhou Yian handed it to him and smiled at him ingratiatingly.
"If this hadn't happened, you wouldn't have given it to me?" Song Songbai said with a cold expression.
"Of course not," Zhou Yian was convinced. Why was it so difficult this time? "I accidentally forgot. I've always wanted to give it to you."
"You forget so many things accidentally." It would have been fine if she didn't say it, but once she said it, Song Songbai remembered the last time he left him in the hospital.
Zhou Yian was stunned. He was really good at bringing up old things. He was speechless for a moment.
"Alright," Song Songbai took the pen and urged her to stop hanging around without making any progress. "Hurry up and start writing."
Zhou Yian gritted his teeth and tried to drive people away.
I went back to my room angrily and wrote a love letter. What's so difficult about that? It's just ten thousand words, right?
It’s not like she hasn’t written it before.
It’s really difficult. If you count it as an essay, I have to write twelve and a half articles.
Zhou Yian bit the tip of the pen and thought, let me write a 5,000-word description of my appearance first.
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