Wen Xin: "Ha, ha, maybe it's the tuition fee he gave me..." She was a little slurred when she spoke under his sharp eyes. This is not an exaggeration. If Yama gets angry, his aura is really two meters and five. His aura is very suitable for torture. Just looking at him can scare you to pee your pants. That look can penetrate deep into your soul and torture you.
After all, he is called the devil instructor. When he gets angry, he must be as scary as the devil.
The warm and gentle aura made it impossible for him to act coquettishly at this moment. He wouldn't fall for it.
So she could only smile awkwardly, looking at him while leaning over and hurriedly reaching out to pick up the tickets.
One, two, three bills, of a few dimes and a few cents, together they amounted to as much as twelve yuan.
You have to know that twelve yuan is nearly half a month's salary for that man. He only gets thirty yuan a day for working the night shift, and he also has to supplement his family income. You can tell from this money that he saved every penny he could get in his daily life.
It was all hard-earned money, but he gave it to himself now? incredible.
She felt that Yan Damo next to her was looking at her with a cold gaze, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were staring at her and the money in his hand, as if they were about to catch fire.
Wen Xin felt a little uncomfortable holding the money.
She hurriedly stuffed the money into the envelope, complaining in her heart: Isn't this man too generous? If it is a friendship, it’s fine to give books or anything else, why give money? And I gave it to him in front of his jealous face. Now, the jealous face is about to be overturned. It's so sour, she can smell it.
There were also square pieces of folded letter paper inside, stuffed into the envelope she was trying hard to hide.
"Give it to me!" These two stern words successfully stopped Wen Xin from trying to cover up her mistake. With Yama's eyesight, couldn't she see through all her little actions?
Wen Xin reluctantly took out the note and glanced at it quickly.
Dear Comrade:
Hello. Maybe, maybe you are wondering why I would write to you. Yes, it’s because I have so many things to say to you, but I don’t know where to start. You are the first person I have ever written a letter to since I was a child.
I have thought about it for many nights, reviewing the study life with you over the past few months, as well as the scenes when we were together. Every word you said, every question you answered, are beautiful memories and infinite nostalgia for me. After four months of getting along, you are just like what the song says, so innocent and selfless. Our friendship is solid and reliable. I wish it could continue like this forever.
But we can't resist the ruthless passage of time. The college entrance examination is over and we are about to leave school. Will the memories of you and I also disappear in a flash like the distance? But even so, I feel gratified to meet you here. Even if I didn't get into college and was still busy working in the factory day and night, I would never forget you, the girl sitting in front of me, and the pure friendship between us.
What else can I be dissatisfied with if I can meet you here?
In the letter is my three months' savings. It's very little compared to you, but I just want to give it all to you. They exist because of you.
Please use them to buy some school supplies such as books.
Finally, I would like to say hello to your parents and wish them good health and happiness.
I also wish you a happy and joyful life.
…
Wen Xin was about to cry when she saw this, what a good young man! As she was sighing, a hand reached out from the side and she watched the letter slip away from her fingertips.
"Hey hey..." She couldn't hold it anymore, and saw Yama staring at her. He picked up the letter, shook it, and put it in front of himself and looked at it with a stern face.
After reading it for two or three times, he sneered, "Good memories? Pure friendship? I will never forget you?" He turned around and looked at Wen Xin with a sharp gaze, "Why did he write such a letter to you? What's going on between you? Tell me clearly, do you have any feelings for him?"
Wen Xin shuddered in fear at his voice.
"Why are you so fierce?"
She hugged Yan Motou's arm with grievance and hope, her mind racing, she reasoned with him while feeling aggrieved: "Zeyang, he is really just my classmate and friend. I just want to help him because I feel sorry for him. His family is not well off, he has to work the late shift every night, get up early to go to class, sleep only four hours a day, and is as thin as a scarecrow, all for the sake of being admitted..."
"Don't tell me these things! I just asked you, do you have any thoughts about him? Answer the question!" Yan Zeyang's face became even colder after hearing this. He interrupted her directly and questioned her.
He didn't say the next sentence: Why didn't this person write to others but only to her? Does she also have feelings for the other person?
Wen Xin looked at him holding the letter, annoyed and furious with her, his eyes widened with anger, and he was yelling at her. She didn't know why she wanted to laugh. She tried her best to hide her expression, not able to laugh.
But nothing could escape the sharp eyes of Yama. He slammed the letter on the table with a "bang". The poor letter paper, perhaps because of the poor quality of paper in that era, tore in half in an instant.
This scared Wen Xin, who was only wearing pajamas next to her.
Then Yama sat on the sofa, his arms resting on his knees, staring coldly at the piece of paper, sulking in silence.
Wen Xin pursed her dry lips, leaned close to him, and whispered to him, "Then I'll answer. Don't be angry. Isn't it okay for me to answer you? I don't have any other thoughts about him. I liked you the first time I saw you when I came here." Her voice was soft, gentle and pleasant.
She said word by word: "I like your eyebrows, your eyes, your voice, your smile, and the slightly bitter taste in your mouth, and the perfume on your body... the smell of soap..."
Yama didn't say anything. He used to sound quite excited, but now he has learned not to be fooled by warmth.
What else can be done to make it warm? She had no choice but to move to his side and lean on his shoulder. Come on, there was nothing to say at the moment, so it was a good time to sing a song to relax. So she began to hum softly. Trying to liven up the atmosphere, she hummed a light little love song.
Wen Xin is a student at an art school and has done live broadcasts. At least her singing talent is decent. There was no accompaniment, no musical instruments, only her clean voice. She hummed softly beside him. It was a little after three o'clock outside. The distant horizon was covered with rosy clouds, and flocks of white doves flew across the sky from time to time.
There were also the sounds of children clamoring to get home from school.
In such a leisurely environment, Wen Xin faced the bright window in the living room and looked at the sky outside. She originally wanted to adjust the tense atmosphere, distract his attention, and sing a song to relax. She just hummed softly, and could not pronounce the words clearly.
As a result, humming the familiar melody, she suddenly thought of another world that was becoming increasingly blurred in her memory, with a little nostalgia and yearning in her heart, a little happiness on her face and a little sadness in her heart. While humming, she held Yama's arm with her hand and gently leaned her face on his shoulder.
She was immersed in her emotions, and he was immersed in her singing.
She sang vaguely, but he listened carefully.
The living room was silent for a while, until she finished humming softly, smacked her lips, savored the taste, and then said proudly: "I don't like other men. Who am I, Wen Xin? I chose you after careful selection. Don't worry, I'm not an unfaithful man. I will be responsible for you. Don't think too much. You are a grown man, but you are so petty. I have told you so many times that I like you. In two years, when we get married, I will give you a baby to play with. Do you like children? They will call you daddy like little monkeys..."
…
Yan Motou didn't know which of Wen Xin's sweet words made him feel comfortable, so he didn't cook at home and took her directly to a restaurant. They went to that private restaurant. Unexpectedly, Yan Motou knew the owner. In order to celebrate her finishing the college entrance examination, Yan Motou ordered a table of dishes.
After taking two bites, he lazily put his hands on the back of the chair behind Wen Xin, and watched her eat with a slightly raised corner of his lips. His cheeks were puffy from eating, and he chattered to her about the review class.
She accidentally mentioned the boy sitting at the back table, and sure enough, Yan Mo's face turned into a fake smile again. Wen Xin was really scared. When a man gets jealous, he is much more jealous than a woman.
She immediately changed the subject flexibly, but after eating for a while, she still begged Yan Zeyang, "Zeyang, I am a kind person, you know." She felt like vomiting before she finished speaking, "I really don't have any thoughts about him, I just feel pity for him. If he wasn't pitiful, I would have forgotten what he looked like..." The implication was that if you don't make him more pitiful, I will forget every second of it.
Yan Motou had taken away the letter and the money before, and she was really afraid that he would do something with these things. If that happened, she would feel really guilty.
Watching her thoughtful face coldly, Yan Zeyang snorted: "Don't worry, I won't let you worry about him anymore, as long as he behaves himself." Of course he would be honest. The boy finally passed the exam, but went to the most distant city to attend university and was assigned a job there. He and Wen Xin might never see each other again in this life.
Yan Zeyang saw that she was relieved and had eaten her fill, and for some reason he felt a little angry.
Wen Xin was very full. In fact, she only ate some vegetables. There was a bowl with water in it in front of her.
Take a bite of food and rinse it in the bowl?
Yan Mo's brows knitted together and he looked at her, "What's wrong with this?"
What did she say calories? It is high in calories and will make you fat if you eat it. At this time, there is a lot of oil in the dishes in restaurants.
However, as long as Wen Xin didn't act up, Yan Zeyang would usually spoil her. If she liked it, he would eat the rest of the food.
While eating, he asked her casually, "Which school do you want to go to?" Yan Motou didn't ask whether Wen Xin could pass the exam, but that didn't mean he didn't know. He knew her grades very well. Wen Xin had done well in all subjects in the college entrance examination review class and the final mock exam.
According to the news from above, there are still enough places for admission to higher education institutions this year. All scores for English in key universities will be taken into account, so there is still hope for admission to key universities.
Wen Xin said as she ate, "Where can I go? I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying in Huzhou, at Huda University. If I'm far away from you, and you get taken away by cats and dogs, what should I do? Wouldn't I regret it so much? I have to stay here and watch over you. You can't even pick up a little girl."
Wen Xin is not that serious about the university in this world. This is just a world in a book, so why should she take it seriously? Being free and easy is the real thing. Shanghai University is also a key university, and she thinks the environment here is good. The setting in the book is also one of the three prosperous cities in later generations.
She has gotten used to living here and doesn't want to go to a strange city, as that would make her feel helpless in the world. With Yamatou here, no one dares to bully her. She can also show off her strength and prestige. She has someone to protect her and a sense of security. She can find someone to help her when she has problems and someone to tell her grievances to. It is really comfortable. Yamatou usually takes care of her in all aspects and takes good care of her. She would be stupid to go to school in a strange city instead of a place close to her.
At this time, the waiter came over to serve soup, and heard the handsome young man at the table suddenly scolding the beautiful girl who was eating and chewing on a crab leg. He said with a stern face: "You, a female comrade, have a very improper mindset. You should know how to speak properly. What cats and dogs? What about flirting? Do you need to question my work style?"
"Okay, okay, no questioning, no questioning. You are upright, you are the most upright, okay?" Wen Xin responded quickly while biting the crab leg. Her voice was so loud that it was annoying.
After the waiter left, Wen Xin snorted at Yan Motou and pinched her nose to imitate him: "Comrade Yan Zeyang, I think your work style is very problematic. I'll go back and check if you have a mistress or a secret lover outside..."
"What mistress? What honey? All that mess?" Yan Zeyang didn't understand all this, but still said, "You can check it, just check it at will." It's impossible for him to have any problems with his work style.
Wen Xin covered her mouth and chuckled, lowering her head to eat contentedly. Yan Zeyang raised the corners of his lips, feeling relieved. She didn't want to separate from him, so did he agree? It was just his machismo that made him unable to ask her to stay, no matter how anxious he was. Now that she was willing to stay, he felt relieved. He coughed, rolled up his sleeves, took a hairy crab, broke the shell for Wen Xin, put the meat on her plate, and fed her until she was full.
But when she wanted to eat the third one, Yan Zeyang refused to give it to her, "Crabs are too cold, not good for women's health. Your menstrual period will come next week, so be careful. Don't come to me when you have a stomachache."
Wen Xin was obedient as long as it was good for her health, so she gave up reluctantly and licked her fingers. Yan Zeyang glared at her, so she quickly took her fingers out of her mouth.
Finally, after Yan Zeyang paid the bill, Wen Xin followed him out of the restaurant and strolled back home.
…
At night, Yama, in contrast to his cold and aloof behavior during the day, clung to Wen Xin like a sticky candy, sniffing her scent and wooing her in a hoarse voice.
Wen Xin melted into water when he hugged her. There was no way she could resist. Her heart was filled with the feeling that a night of love was worth a thousand gold. They didn't see each other often, so every time they met it was like a reunion, even more passionate and loving.
Soon the two of them stuck together.
Yan Zeyang's flexible tongue coaxed her into her cherry pink lips, capturing the fragrant nectar in her mouth.
Then gave her a baby hug from behind.
"Oh, I don't want to. I don't want this." Wen Xin struggled. She was so tired.
But as a model of physical fitness with strength all over his body, he likes this kind of sports that only he can do, which others cannot, and he can do better and more excitingly. He is best at showing off his skills and likes challenges. He feels a great sense of accomplishment when he can dazzle his loved ones to death.
So he kept coaxing, tempting, and fooling Wen Xin in her ear, "Be good, don't you want to have a baby with me? Then do the things that can only be done to have a baby with me..."
"It's so embarrassing, like this..."
Soon, the room was filled with warm ups and downs and screams like a roller coaster, "Ah, no, no, no..."
…
Less than a month after the college entrance examination, Wen Xin received a notice that she and several classmates in the re-examination class had obtained the qualifications for this year's college entrance examination physical examination and political review. Wen Xin was not surprised to receive this notice, but she was mainly worried about the political review.
After all, she was a little guilty about her current identity. Her household registration with the Wen family had been cancelled, so she would be Wei Xin from now on. However, the identity of Wei Xin was actually an impersonation by her, and the real person had died long ago. This was a big problem.
She hurriedly called Yan Zeyang and told him about this in a cryptic way. She was afraid of being found out. After listening, Yan Zeyang just said to her calmly: "Don't let your imagination run wild. Just enjoy it."
After hearing his words, Wen Xin felt much more at ease.
Her grades were pretty good, and she applied to Shanghai University. The admission score for key universities is 340 points, which she scored 50 points higher. As long as she passes the political review, she should have no problem getting admitted.
By mid-August, the admission letter was delivered. Wen Xin took the letter and got on the special bus to the base and went to Yan Motou's troops. She wanted to tell him as soon as possible and give him a hug, mainly because she missed him.
As a result, as soon as she arrived at the base, she saw Yama standing on a tree-shaded path not far away in the reception room, talking to a young woman who was smiling.
Wen Xin slammed the table and said, "You, Yan Zeyang! Where is your composure in front of everyone? What's your style?
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