Chapter 12 (12)

When Yang Hong came back, her hair grew a lot, and she had to shake it like a pug from time to time to reveal her pretty face, and her skin became whiter and more tender under the nourishment of the water and soil in the south of the Yangtze River. Strict and solid but still as beautiful as a fire, I couldn't help but secretly happy after a visual inspection "Why are you so old!" After half a year, I didn't expect her to say such a sentence. "Think what you want!" That winter, her sister and I were literally robbing her. Her eccentric sister was a fanatical college fan. She would ask the bottom of everything in college: "Sister, do you sleepwalk?" No passion?" Yang Hong would rather gossip with her, the two sisters chatted nonsense from morning to night, but I became a substitute player, and every time I asked her out, I had to go through her younger sister who was afraid of chaos Approve Agree.

But that winter break, after my cop buddy had an accident, was perfect.At that time, he was riding a motorcycle and wanted to catch thieves and make meritorious deeds, but he crashed into a tree. He was hit badly, but fortunately, the car was fine. He bought two rotten apples on the side of the road and went to the hospital. Driving around with Yang Hong on a big motorcycle, most of us went back to school, because I could go back to the dormitory to "rest", and it also made me feel a little relieved to make up for the bitterness when Yang Hong was away. I can't finish talking, of course, this has to be after the "rest", but in fact it is mainly about me asking her to answer.

"Eat and sleep, it's time to explain the problem!" I lay on the bed and hugged Yang Hong who was stuffing plums into his mouth, "Tell me, how many?" "Six!" "Damn! You don't want to die!" "Blame me, I didn't take the initiative!" "How many rejected?" "All rejected!" "That's about the same!" I made an exaggerated expression of joy and gave her a "Ben'er" on her face, and asked, "Is there anyone who died for love?" "No." "Is there anyone who doesn't give up?"

"There is one." "How did you deal with it?" "Let him help me draw a sketch." "Damn it! Don't you provide opportunities for third parties?" "No chance! I just asked him to be my portrait model! Don't move or talk!" That day we rested at the little policeman's house for a whole afternoon, and at night I was already looking earthy and exhausted, and was thinking of a way out. Unexpectedly, Yang Hong suddenly came up with inspiration and said on a whim that we should put our letters and diaries together. We buried them, so the two of us took a shovel and went back to school in the middle of the night like grave robbers. Yang Hong packed them in a big chocolate box and carefully buried them under a big locust tree.

"That big tree knows everything now, if you miss me again, go there!" When I got home, she leaned into my ear and told me.