Chapter 15 Chapter 15

Fortunately, the so-called restoration incident was just a ridiculous comedy scene, and Huanzhi's angry mood calmed down.He has a lot of leisure time to think about the important issues that are always entangled in his mind. He thought he was in love with Miss Jin; a word from Miss Jin had the power to cheer him up, and when he was beside her, he felt that everything was radiant, and his whole life was bathed in the joy of youth. love.Although it was the first time to hold the wine glass of love, and an opponent like Miss Jin was very suitable, and it was difficult to choose from many options; he couldn't even imagine what kind of person could beat her.

The future life appeared in front of me like a fairyland: two hearts, for love, glued together and merged into one; It's about business and pleasure.Of course, career is still a lifelong education; two people work together, study more, have more interest, and succeed more.The chaotic and vulgar atmosphere of ordinary families was completely avoided in the new family: it was a sweet nest, every corner and every window was imprinted with artistic inspiration marks, and a pleasant and peaceful air flowed; The birds that are feeding each other are him and her. Isn't the meaning of life to develop oneself fully and enjoy happiness?Education is what is being done now, and it will be done forever. It is absolutely not perfunctory, and it is always pursuing ideals and methods that are more reasonable and beneficial to students; self-development is almost the same.If love is successful again, then the whole life will be like a beautiful poem, and that kind of happiness enjoyment is not easy to obtain.Enough, enough, life has given him too much kindness, he can proudly say "this life is worth it"!

This kind of longing is like a hidden treasure, even Bingru, who usually talks about everything, doesn’t tell it. He hides it in his heart and enjoys it warmly. The farm is the most suitable place to enjoy it; The dew on the green leaves and the moonlight on the flowers are enough to moisten the love and make it more luxuriant; the farm is also the place where Miss Jin stayed for two o'clock, and I want to read about the disappearance of her turning around and looking forward to it. The impression that never fades away is especially meaningful only in the original place. This night, after supper, he walked back to the farm involuntarily.I thought that I would go home by boat tomorrow, and half a year of school life was over; I couldn't help but feel a little sad rather than sad.

He originally wanted to live on campus for the summer, but his mother wanted him to go home, saying that since he was on vacation, he should go back to spend time with her, so she canceled the previous proposal.He entrusted Bingru with taking care of the farm; even though it was a holiday, the students still had to come and take care of the things he had planted. The so-called care was really nothing. The moonlight slanted on the plants, shining silver.There was a sweet scent in the air, but it was not floral.Several cicadas sang in a race, and from the scorched-smelling tune, one could predict that tomorrow will be hotter than today.

He looked around, not necessarily focusing on anything, but usually for a long time.It was a recent habit, where he perused impressions of the imaginary Miss King.Difficult problems that could not be solved in the past few days, accompanied by the golden joy of life in the future, happiness in life, invaded his heart again. At first, he thought that if he went back tomorrow, he would be far away from Miss Jin; she rarely came back, but he ran away as if avoiding her, so could he still love her?It doesn't matter if you want to leave temporarily, the most important thing is to achieve the permanent bonding and fusion of two hearts.This turned to the topic of confessing love to her that I had to think about countless times every day.It’s just useless if one mind is burning, it must be activated by another mind before it can become an article; I hope that the other mind can be activated, and this one must ring like a bell.But how to knock it?That evening that will never be forgotten, the twilight has become a tent of love, and the topic has every opportunity to express one's heart, every beat of the heart, every breath of breath, the words "I love you" are played out excited beat.However, only that sentence seemed to be blocked by something in his throat, and he couldn't say it anyway.I went to her house again later, but the environment was far from the same as that evening, so I had to talk about the current situation and school affairs. "How to confess to her? How to confess to her?" He scratched his scalp irritably.

He has always thought that he is a simple person, and he thinks that there is no better way to express his feelings than in person; because in this way, he can convey his feelings to the other party without leaving a trace, and he can immediately get the precious promise from the other party.He guessed that he should have the courage to tell the truth; maybe that evening was not the most suitable time, if the most suitable time came, the words in his chest would fly out like an arrow from the string.However, as a result of the extremely uncomfortable disappointment, he also thought, "If she answered no, what a blow it would be!" A languid life without energy. "This is a wrong path between joy and sorrow, let's not take a step forward!" However, he thought from another perspective: "It's okay to lose love. My not very strong temperament should be given some exercise; how can I know that love is broken?" Will I be depressed in the future? Maybe I will be inspired by this, and I will be more diligent in other areas. Only with enthusiasm can I suppress the timidity that I dare not talk about. It is decided, it is decided, let’s go One step, crossing this wrong path, there are joys and sorrows ahead, I am willing to face them!"

However, I will be going back tomorrow; the so-called appropriate time will be after the summer vacation at the earliest.Spending more than a month of summer vacation with unknowing eagerness is more embarrassing than being broken in love.Whether it is success or failure, the sooner the decision is made, the better. "Under the moonlight tonight, she probably won't come to talk to me. In the Ming Dynasty, although the ship sails not early, there is time to say goodbye, but with Shubo by my side, I can only say goodbye as much as possible. If it is within the scope; the matter of confession will eventually fail."

He also imagined what Miss Jin was doing at this moment: "Facing this kind of moonlight, if she is interested in me, it's time to meet the ideal me by leaning on the balcony at this moment. Her tender heart must be whispering like this: Since Intentional, don’t hesitate, confess it early! Just wait for the confession, you will hear a sentence that you will never forget, I promise you. If you hesitate, it is cowardly, and a cowardly person seems to be Not very cute. Yes, she must be whispering like this, hearing her care about me so much, and seeing her express all kinds of demeanor are sufficient evidence. Will she reject me? No matter! I almost saw her You are waiting for my hug with outstretched arms!"

Not only the two arms, he also saw Miss Jin's black eyes like a pair of butterflies, flying and stopping, showing too lovely sparkle; at the same time, her body danced there, forming intricate and seductive poses.His heart was shaking more violently than before; there was an unknown force in his body, like countless little snakes, burrowing out from here and there.Pressing his forehead with his right hand, like a sick person, he murmured to himself tremblingly: "I can't help it, I decided to do this!" He staggered out of the farm with a short shadow of himself, ran upstairs to the room and began to grind ink.Xu Youfu next door came back again and again and left two days ago; if they were still there and heard his grinding ink, they would at least go to the door and look around, thinking that he made an exception and had trouble with a certain student.

"A letter!" Miss Jin greeted Shuigen in surprise, accepting the letter in his hand with the feeling of catching a terrible insect, and at the same time glanced warily behind; she didn't need to read the letter, she already knew who it was. Believe it.When I saw the letter, sure enough; I held it in the palm of my hand and went back into the inner hall as if nothing had happened.There was no one in the inner hall, and my sister-in-law was cooking under the kitchen, but she always felt that it was inappropriate, so she walked briskly back to her room upstairs. She sat down by the table by the window, leaning her chin against the table like a childish child, a faint but very radiant smile floated between her brows, eyes and lips.Because at home, there is no bun, and two braids hang down from the shoulders, showing lovely ripples under the light.She was wearing a foreign gauze shirt with small blue dots, and the back was tight, showing the round and graceful lines of the flesh.

An almost hazy mood passed through her heart, as if "I have his letter in my hand now, and a man has written to me!", but it was not so obvious.It's as if a person who can't drink drinks a sip or two and feels soft all over his body, and this softness is a rare pleasure in ordinary times.She lay still and didn't read the letter, letting herself be completely immersed in that pleasant enjoyment. "What did he say?" After a while, she almost laughed at herself, sitting here in a daze after receiving the letter without reading it.So he leaned his back against the back of the chair and sat in a very leisurely posture; he opened the letter and looked at it again, then carefully opened it from the original cover and took out the letter paper to read. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on the letter paper; her face blushed intermittently, reaching her neck; her expression was startled at first, then joyful, and then bewildered.In the corner of her consciousness, she knew that sooner or later someone would say such words to her, and she vaguely welcomed such words; ever since she met Ni Huanzhi and talked with him, she seemed to recall once or twice, would he say such words?She also vaguely welcomes him saying that.But when and what month the matter will be realized, she has never thought about it, she always thinks it will be in the far, far future.She hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.Now, that kind of words have been written on the letterhead, and he said it, and she has read the letter; like a telegram, since the two sides have been connected, what is waiting in front of them is how to deal with it; this is a dream for her Neither was expected.After a moment of turbulent but empty mind, she reread the letter in her hand from the beginning. Ms. Peizhang: I have talked to you many times, but this is the first time I have written to you.I suspect that even if you don't read the following words, you will know what I'm going to say; from your wisdom and deep affection, I'm sure you will know.Please guess, please guess, what will I say next? Don't talk nonsense like a funny guessing riddle, just write down my words.I only have one sentence, a simple one, that is, I love you! Since the first meeting in the sunny field at the beginning of the year, this sentence has sprouted in my heart.Every time we meet in the future, your words, thoughts, and gestures are just a little bit of rain and dew, and wisps of sunshine.Now, it is in full bloom.I don't want to hide it in my heart and enjoy it alone, so I dedicate it to you. I boldly guess, you must accept my flower and wear it in your heart, right?You must like my flower and never forget it, right? If my guess is right, I have many wonderful pictures of my future life to describe to you. ——No need, those have to be described in detail, so I can’t write too much at a time.In short, I adore you, I love you; my heart is always fused with yours; you and I encourage each other, comfort each other, sing ideal songs, and walk on the broad road of life. I'm going home tomorrow, and I wanted to say goodbye, so I'll tell you this in person.But—for what?I can't tell myself—now I've decided to entrust me with this pen.Give me an answer, in your sweetest and most sublime sincerity.Although I dare to guess boldly, if I don't have your own proof, my heart will always seem to hang in mid-air and I can't let it go.My mailing address is at the end of this paper. This is the first time I try to write a letter in the vernacular.Although it is not good, it is not considered literature, but I feel that it is very refreshing to say, and it is like telling you in person; this is also a proof that the literary reform movement will be successful.You won't laugh at me for being trendy, will you? I wish you a happy body and mind! Ni Huanzhi Isn't it a dream?Is this a handwritten letter from that young man with a sincere and gentle temperament and such a good and upright demeanor?It seemed a bit too blunt and explicit, and there was something insulting in it.But how delicious are these words!Keep watching, as if hearing his music-like voice, and his lovely demeanor is also actively presented in front of your eyes.It was him, it was him who said those words to her; thinking of this, she lowered her head as if in spring sleepiness. "Our beautiful and intelligent sister Jin" became stupid for a moment, and I didn't know where to think of it.She wanted to give the letter to her brother, and let him handle it; but she immediately refuted it herself, which was by no means a solution.She wanted to ignore it again, just pretending that she hadn't read the letter, because it was beyond the scope of ordinary conversation; but he clearly wrote "give me an answer", wouldn't it hurt his heart to ignore it?Answer him then, she went on thinking.But how to answer?Blame him?No, although the letter contained insults to some extent, it was not to the extent of being blamed. A soft "How did you say those words!" or a not uncomfortable roll of the eyes is exactly what he should enjoy , but where can I write on letterhead?So, fully agree to his request?Ah, what a shame!It's embarrassing to think about it now, let alone write with black ink on white paper. Tears rolled out of her eyes one by one, and fell on the letter paper in her hand; the wet marks melted and took up more than one-third of the part.The ink color looks shiny and dazzling when wet, and the three words "I love you" seem particularly brilliant and full of seductive charm. She began to sob gradually, thinking of her mother whose memory was already blurred, it was infinitely sad.If my mother was still alive, wouldn't I be able to report to her and discuss with her no matter what difficulties I had? "People who have lost their mothers are the most lonely and pitiful people in the world!" Thinking of this, she felt that she was so desolate, and she lay down on the table, letting her tears flow out as much as possible; her shoulders and backs fluctuated rhythmically The two shiny black braids were tangled together like a symbol of her mood. Tears often calmed the troubled heart; after a while, she felt much more peaceful in her heart, just like when she woke up in the morning.A thought came to her consciousness more and more clearly, that is, no matter what, she must write a reply letter to him; of course, she must write it by hand, and she must write it immediately, otherwise it will take him a long time to look forward to it, and I will feel sorry for it. She read the wet letter a third time for the proper wording.In my mind, I forcefully use a kind of oppressive internal force to make the meaning gradually condense, and it becomes an obvious thing that can be grasped. "That's it," she thought she had stopped, and with a very strange mood began to write to a man other than her brother. Mr. Huanzhi's benefit: After reading the big letter, I feel ashamed to merge.Contributing flowers and so on, Zhang Mo didn't know why he answered.Although this is simple, it is speechless.The gentleman is eagerly looking forward to it, but he feels a sense of loss when he opens his mouth.The first thing to know is that women in Zhanggu are rarely able to write about such topics.Forgive it, forgive it!Serving Xuantang in the mansion, I want to have more fun.How many gains will be gained from the discussion of education?For the flowers and trees in the farm, we should miss the master of planting and cultivating them.The vernacular style is superior to the text, suitable for expressing feelings, and has no disadvantages of vagueness and generality.But to imitate the frowning, to transform its ugliness, to hide its clumsiness, and to use classical Chinese.Sir, don't you laugh at your old ways and don't know how to do good? Reply Jin Peizhang When she put down the pen holder, she felt as if she had loosened several shackles; and as if she had finished a difficult job, she thought about where to go to relax.So I thought about the pond in Nancun. A clump of shrubs covered it, and the branches hung down into the water, forming a deep and interesting atmosphere. The scorching sun has not yet hit, so it would be interesting to go there for a while. , and one can imagine... But she left without getting up; and went over her letter carefully, as if something important was missing.But after checking for a while, there is really nothing missing, and there is no need to modify a single word.She suddenly made up her mind, so she folded the letterhead and sealed it in an envelope, so as not to hesitate any longer. She lazily stood up, as if she wanted to hand in the post herself.But I immediately realized that the cover hadn't been written yet; the two braids had to be tied into a bun before I could go out.Without realizing it, I approached the mirror.From the mirror, she saw that her eyebrows and eyes were dyed red; the pupils of her eyes were freshly washed, full of infinite emotions; her hair was slightly disheveled, but it was disheveled and had a special style; she had never been as surprised as this moment Admire your own beauty, almost to the point of narcissism.