Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

Chapter 156 [Love Letter] (2 in 1)

the next day.

Li Lingqi got up early in the morning and saw eggs, bread and milk on the table.

But the problem is...

She got up to prepare breakfast.

Then who made this breakfast?

Xueting?

There were sounds from the bathroom. Li Lingqi walked over and took a look, only to find Gu Xueting arranging the clothes and sheets she had just washed.

Seeing her mother coming, Gu Xueting raised her head and said hello.

"Mom, good morning."

Li Lingqi opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

As a mother, she knows Gu Xueting's character best.

Even if I get a little better in college and have a certain ability to take care of myself, I won't touch the spring water with my fingers.

But after returning home, doing things like washing clothes and cooking is simply impossible.

What's going on here?

"Tingting, how do you do this?"

Facing Li Lingqi's surprise, Gu Xueting was very calm.

She gently lifted her hair and glanced at her mother with a calm expression:

"It's nothing, Mom. I just got up early today and have nothing to do. I just made some breakfast and did some laundry."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Li Lingqi felt that her daughter's tone at the moment seemed softer and more soothing than before.

A little less squeamish than when I came back before.

But I also lost my previous self-confidence.

As a mother, Li Lingqi still cares about her daughter.

In any case, Gu Xueting is also a very outstanding child. She studies well, is beautiful, and has been admitted to a very good university.

Among his peers, he is definitely one of the best.

Even if there are some shortcomings, the flaws cannot outweigh the virtues...

"Tingting, were you okay yesterday?"

"What is mom referring to?" Gu Xueting raised her eyes. It was rare that she did not avoid this question, but chose to face it head on.

Li Lingqi was slightly startled, her expression a little unnatural.

"Didn't you go to find Ji Feng? I also asked you to bring some things to Uncle Ji and Aunt Dong."

"Mom would like to know Uncle Ji's attitude more. After all, that is your very regrettable past."

"Uh? Tingting, don't think too much, you are so old, there is no way mommy..."

Gu Xueting stared at Li Lingqi and shook her head:

"I probably know my mother's reluctance, but unfortunately, Uncle Ji doesn't like those things."

"Ah? How come?"

"It's true, Uncle Ji said, those things are not what he likes, those things are just what you feel he likes, and they are just compromises for him to be with you."

Li Lingqi was stunned in place, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

In other words, she has actually known this result for a long time, but she has been unable to let it go for many years:

"Did he really say that?"

"Yes, the book says that the beginning of forgetting a person is to forget the person's shortcomings. Mom forgot Uncle Ji's shortcomings, but she did not forget the person."

"..."

Every time her daughter, who was educated by her, suddenly educated herself in turn, it made Li Lingqi feel a little unreal.

Therefore, Ji Guangxun had already given up.

She has always been the one who can't let go.

"Tingting, I..."

Li Lingqi's eyes suddenly turned red, but her self-control and demeanor were very good, so she quickly made adjustments.

Gu Xueting walked up and hugged her mother, patting her back gently:

"Memories are a maze. The more you recall, the harder it is to get out. Mom should be relieved."

Li Lingqi can clearly feel the changes in her daughter.

Her worries about her daughter had already exceeded her previous regrets, so she immediately became serious:

"Tingting, did something happen to you yesterday? You don't look right..."

"I'm fine, it was just a dream."

"Dream?"

Gu Xueting suddenly shook her head and showed a sighing smile:

"Sleeping is a big gamble. If you win, you will have sweet dreams; if you lose, you will have nightmares."

"Then did you win or lose?"

"Mom, I'm going to hang the clothes."

"Oh, go ahead."

Li Lingqi wanted to ask clearly, but Gu Xueting had no intention of continuing to explain, so she did not continue to press.

My daughter's current condition looks pretty good.

Everyone, be well, that'll be fine...

Gu Xueting went to the balcony to dry her clothes and quilt. She picked up the rag with her delicate fingers, wiped the clothesline again, and then put the quilt on it.

She aired quilts and clothes very skillfully, just like she had done it many, many times.

Just as she was arranging the clothes drying rod and turning around to return to the room, she glanced sideways and saw herself in the tiles.

The tiles are white and the joints around them are always blurry.

Only the center of the tile shows her face.

The figure in the tiles is like a white wedding dress, beautiful, indifferent, but also familiar.

It's just that the indifference and disgust in those beautiful eyes cannot be hidden at this moment.

Even the voice was filled with contempt:

"you lose."

……

The other side of the city.

Ji Feng was lying in front of his desk scratching his head, very entangled, distressed, and confused.

Yes, he wanted to write a love letter.

Logically speaking, he should be very good at writing love letters. After all, from middle school to high school, as a licking dog, he had written countless love letters to Gu Xueting.

Although the writing style is not very good, in the end, love letters can make up for their shortcomings with diligence.

The more you write, the better.

But what's happening with Ji Feng now is that he really hasn't written a love letter for many, many years.

It’s so difficult to write now...

I am at a loss for words, my mind is buzzing, and I am completely blank.

The door was not closed, but Dong Kaihui, who was standing at the door, knocked on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

"Uh, come in."

Ji Feng suppressed the draft of the love letter with some embarrassment, as if he had written something shy when he was in school and was hiding it so no one would see it.

"You and your mother are still hiding. I haven't seen anything since you were a child. What is there to hide?"

Although Dong Kaihui said this, he did not mean to tease Ji Feng.

After she put down a plate of peeled oranges and strawberries on the desk, she patted Ji Feng on the shoulder.

"Still hiding it? You're not reading a pornographic book, are you?"

Ji Feng was left speechless:

"Mom, do you know what you are talking about? I am already in college."

"You stopped reading pornographic books when you were in college? Then you can't do that. Lao Ji is over 30 and still reading them."

Lao Ji, who was watching TV outside the door:? ? ? ? ?

No, how could this involve him?

It wasn't over yet, Dong Kaihui sighed slightly dejectedly:

"Hey, Lao Ji is getting old too, and he hasn't read pornographic books in the past few years."

Ji Feng:……

Ji Guangxun:......

Can you please stop bringing the topic into pornographic books? This is at home, not in the dormitory!

Ji Feng tried to change the topic and saw Dong Kaihui wearing a fur coat:

"Mom is dressed very nicely today. What are you going to do?"

"Oh, my mother's heart is filled with chaos. Now she is going to the Chaos Shura Field to find order from the chaos."

Monsoon:? ? ?

The corners of classmate Xiao Ji's mouth kept twitching, feeling that his own mother had read some outrageous fantasy novel.

No matter how he spoke, he sounded like the Emperor of Heaven.

"Can you speak human language?"

Lao Ji at the door interrupted at this moment:

"What your mother means is that she is going to the mahjong parlor to play mahjong."

"Play mahjong?"

"Yes, the rule of mahjong is to find order from chaos."

Ji Feng looked at the smiling face of his mother in front of him and nodded blankly.

Think carefully about the rules of mahjong and find order from chaos? It seems quite reasonable.

"Okay, then you go."

"Remember to eat the fruit. If you don't finish it, let your dad eat it."

"Am I only worthy of eating leftovers?" Lao Ji refused.

"What do you think?" Mom didn't give any face at all.

After Dong Kaihui left, Ji Feng took out the draft paper under the table again.

"Should I write a formal handwritten letter, the kind that Wen Nuan likes, in ancient style? Well, let's decide like this."

Keep pondering and thinking.

Then put pen to paper...

【Fenbi Jishu...】

"Well, it feels pretty good. Wen Xiaonuan should like it..."

This was just a draft. While Ji Feng was still looking up and down and revising, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Tsk tsk tsk, where are you writing a love letter?"

"Uh? Damn it!"

The sudden sound startled Ji Feng, and Xiao Ji jumped up from his chair and glared at his father."

"Old Ji, why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

"You left the door open, okay? And I'm here to collect clothes, and I didn't mean to peek. Why are you so nervous?"

Lao Ji had a look of disdain on his face, as if his son couldn't do it.

Ji Feng was left speechless and angry by this fishing guy:

"Just collect the clothes. There's no point in being sneaky here."

"What do you mean by being sneaky? This is not my home? Look at what you said."

"But this is also my room, right?"

"It's your room. Didn't I tell you that I'm collecting clothes? Besides, I don't think your love letters are very good."

"No? Where can't it be?"

"The writing is not good."

The corner of Ji Feng's mouth twitched. Did the fisherman start commenting on him?

I'm not good at writing?

OK OK.

"Lao Ji, do you still understand love letters?"

"Haha, your father and I are the most affectionate among pearls."

"Hey, Pearl is the most affectionate, why don't you show off in two paragraphs?"

Ji Feng put on his posture and handed Lao Ji a cigarette.

Lao Ji chuckled, took the cigarette and lit it for himself, then after thinking about it for a while, he started to speak catchy:

"Before I fell in love with you, I wanted to travel alone and see this colorful world.

After I fell in love with you, I felt that the world was too far away, so I didn’t want to go. I just wanted to cook for you and sleep with you. "

Monsoon:……%￥#﹠

Earthy, abstract, weird!

Is this the most affectionate thing about pearls?

"Haha, this is the level of love letters written by Lao Deng who was born in the 60s."

Ji Guangxun blushed and felt that what he just said was quite ordinary.

"It's been too long since I've written a love letter, and I haven't performed well."

Ji Feng curled his lips and glanced at him with an I-know-you look:

"It doesn't matter, but older people like to say that they didn't perform well."

"Fart!" Lao Ji glared.

"My mother said it, but you don't even read it now. Alas, my father is old!"

"Go away, aren't you talking about a love letter?"

"Yes, Dad, you used to write love letters?"

"That's not the case, and it doesn't matter if the writing isn't good. I just have to look good. I, Pearl Dehua, am not just bragging."

"Does mom know that you are so good at writing?"

Ji Feng stared at Lao Ji with a smile but not a smile. Lao Ji immediately took the food and said with a sullen face:

"You kid, why are you becoming more and more ignorant as you get older? Can you tell your mother about this?"

"Here, we have paper and pen here. Find a place to write your 300 words of earthy flavor. I will tell my mother in detail later."

"Okay, okay, let's do it this way, right? This month you..."

Originally, Lao Ji wanted to say that your pocket money is gone this month.

Later, I thought about it and felt something was wrong, so I didn't say these words.

"Then you have to give me your fucking 5000 this month."

Monsoon:? ? ?

"Why don't I just give you 5000?"

"Haha, did you see it? Brand new from the factory!" Lao Ji knocked on his new fishing rod.

Very good, it’s a brand Ji Feng doesn’t recognize.

He still couldn't understand the world of fishermen.

After sending away Lao Ji, Ji Feng prepared to copy the love letter onto stationery and then contact Nuan Nuan.

Just as he was about to start writing, he turned to look at the door again.

Quietly, he stood up and closed the door.

Lock it up!

Then he returned to his desk.

This feeling of caution is the same as being secretly glued and afraid of being discovered by your parents.

Copy the love letter onto the handwritten letter and put it in an envelope and put it away.

Well, this is very ritualistic.

Of course he could just type what he wanted to say on WeChat and send it via WeChat message, but he didn't want to do that.

Ji Feng feels that the best relationship must have a sense of ritual.

What is the sense of ritual?

It’s the hug between a wife and her husband when they go out.

When walking, the lover ties the loose shoelaces for each other.

It is a carefully prepared gift for each other during the festival.

The sense of ritual is to make one day different from other ordinary days.

Make one moment different from other moments.

Life needs some sense of ritual, which will make your lover feel valued.

Of course there is a premise for all this.

The other person is your lover.

Such as warmth.

Turning on the phone, Ji Feng wanted to chat with Nuan Nuan about what he was doing today.

Originally, he wanted to send a message, but accidentally clicked on the video call, but Ji Feng had no intention of stopping, so the video was just a video.

It took a while for the video to be connected.

What then appeared in Monsoon's field of vision was a video perspective from bottom to top, which could almost be called the angle of death of a woman.

In addition, Monsoon can also see some plump rabbits. Of course, there is a bra.

"Um, what are you doing?"

Nuan Nuan had closed her eyes at this time, but even at such a death angle, there was no flaw in her jawline.

The autistic girl closed her eyes and made her unique soft voice:

"I'm washing my hair."

"You're washing your hair? Then your hands are full of water, how can you answer my video?"

"I put my phone next to me and a piece of paper so if you contact me, I can wipe it off right away."

Warm's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

But these seemingly ordinary words directly penetrated Ji Feng's defense:

"Did you prepare all of these... in advance?"

"um, yes."

"Why are you preparing these?"

"If I don't answer, you will definitely be anxious."

Ji Feng was a little speechless. He wanted to mention the love letter before, but now he couldn't.

After holding back for a long time, Ji Feng still didn't take the initiative to mention the love letter, but he changed his way of speaking:

"You come with me to the class reunion."

Nuan Nuan is so smart, he instantly understood the meaning of Ji Feng's words.

Her eyes lit up, then quickly closed again:

"Well, it's so annoying..."

"Do you want to hang up first?"

"No, no, it'll be fine soon."

When the monsoon is warm, rinse your hair until all the foam on your head is gone, and then ask again:

"Are you ready?"

Wen Nuan wiped his black hair, and then wrapped it with a towel, like an Indian Asan.

Of course, it’s the beautiful Ah San.

"OK OK."

"Then on the 28th, I will take you to have a nice meal at the Howard Johnson Hotel in Jinling. Is that settled?"

Ji Feng originally thought that this would be a very easy thing, but he didn't expect the autistic girl to smile slyly and tease him without saying anything:

"Whether we go or not depends on whether Ji Feng is serious about his homework."

"Is this strict?"

"That has to be strict because I still have it!"

"Huh? There's more?"

Drip!

A sudden phone call interrupted the two of them. Ji Feng didn't want to pay attention to it, but the contact person was Zhu Mingyu, so he probably wanted to tell him about the details of the class reunion.

"Give me a moment, I'll take a call."

"it is good."

After ending the video communication with Nuan Nuan, Ji Feng answered the phone call of his old classmate.

"Hey……"

"Ji Feng, on the afternoon of the 28th, Zhang Di and the others have made a reservation at the Howard Johnson 666 Party Hall."

"okay, I get it."

"Hey, let me tell you in advance, they said it's just a simple reunion of classmates, don't bring your family members."

Ji Feng hesitated after hearing this:

"Can't you bring your girlfriend?"

"You also know about class reunions. You understand everything. Many people go there with regrets and purpose, you know, right?"

"Ok, I know."

"So this really isn't directed at you alone. Others have also asked. I really don't want to take care of you. Moreover, Zhang Di called out nearly 30 people. I'm afraid they won't be able to sit down if they take care of their families."

"Okay, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Feng frowned slightly.

Class reunion, class reunion, breaking up a pair is a pair.

He knew this kind of game very well, especially the people who organized the game. They were either mixed up, or they were the bastards of the people who mixed in.

"Who is Zhang Di? MD, what should I do if I have no memory at all?"

Don't blame Ji Feng for being stupid, it took too long.

According to his time, decades have passed.

"Fuck, how do I tell Nuan Nuan about this?"

After dialing the warm video again, Ji Feng was awkward in place, not knowing how to speak:

"Forehead……"

"Isn't it about the class reunion?"

The warm sensitivity made Ji Feng feel even more embarrassed, but he still nodded:

"um, yes."

"Ji Feng, it's really not appropriate for me to go to your middle school class reunion. After all, I don't know them, so it doesn't matter."

"I actually want to take you to dinner. The seafood buffet there is pretty good."

"Then can you take me to the buffet?"

Ji Feng was stunned, looking at the smile on Nuan Nuan's face, he suddenly understood.

"Of course. I'll go to the party and you go to the seafood buffet. The service there is very attentive. It doesn't matter if your legs are inconvenient. It's perfect."

"That still depends on Ji Feng's homework."

"I must have done my homework badly!"

……

After deciding on the class reunion, the following days became calm.

Even if they are at home during the holidays, their daily lives are mostly based on work.

Without being in school, they don't have as much time together as before.

Monsoon is fine here.

It's even worse on the Nuan Nuan side. She has to spend some time dealing with her mother every day.

But the warmth now is too strong.

Over the past few days, the relationship between mother and daughter has become somewhat reversed, contrary to Tiangang's intentions.

It’s the afternoon of the 28th.

"Xiao Nuan, are you going out today?"

Nuan Nuan dressed up a little today. Although she still didn't apply makeup, her hair and outfit were carefully chosen.

A blue short down jacket on the upper body, white trousers on the lower body, and a pair of versatile shoes.

The color of a professional person has faded away, and there is more of a girlish atmosphere.

Vibrant and good looking.

"Yes, Mom, I want to go out for a meal. I may not come back to eat tonight, so you can make something by yourself."

"Going out to fool around again?"

Nuan Nuan stopped moving, and there was a look between mother and daughter.

This time the warmth was neither condescending nor verbally irritating. She was very calm:

"Mom, you actually know."

"What do I know?"

"You know that I am better now than before, and you also know that I am living a good life now. You just don't want to admit it."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Yaqin seemed to have been stepped on.

"But I still don't understand why you don't want your daughter to live well?"

Wang Yaqin did not answer this question.

Does she not want her daughter to be well? No, she doesn't want to see her daughter not doing well in the way and route she set.

This is what Wang Yaqin has always been unable to accept.

At this time, Nuan Nuan has pushed the door open, and Ji Feng is standing at the door waiting.

Seeing Wang Yaqin behind Nuan Nuan, Ji Feng said hello politely:

"Hello Auntie."

boom!

The door was closed, and Wang Yaqin did not respond to Ji Feng's greetings.

But Ji Feng just smiled helplessly and was not angry.

Nuan Nuan also shook his head, went downstairs with Ji Feng, and took a taxi. Because he was likely to drink today, Ji Feng had no intention of driving.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

The driver had just started, but Nuan Nuan stretched out his hand:

"Where's the homework? It's time to check."

Ji Feng scratched his head and took out the envelope that he had already prepared.

Very delicate envelope.

But there are no hearts and all kinds of fancy decorations.

"The homework is here, but can you look at it after I leave?"

"why?"

"I feel really embarrassed to check my homework in front of you."

"laugh……"

Nuan Nuan was suddenly amused by Ji Feng's appearance, but she still nodded.

"Then I'll look at it at the dining area."

……

……

Howard Johnson Hotel.

Gu Xueting, wearing a pink casual windbreaker, stood at the door of the banquet hall on the third floor.

Because she was afraid of missing out, she came very early.

By this point, the students had already arrived one after another, and when they saw her, they would greet her warmly.

"Gu Xueting? Wow, you are getting more and more beautiful."

Gu Xueting nodded.

"Gu Xueting, hey, why didn't you see the monsoon?"

Gu Xueting smiled.

"Are you with Ji Feng now?"

Gu Xueting shook her head.

She seemed very indifferent, but too indifferent.

Until a man wearing a suit, with neatly combed hair, and a big gold chain hanging around his neck walked towards him.

Zhang Di.

That is, today’s organizer.

It's just that he no longer looks like a student at this time, but like a person who has entered the society.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, I actually have some belly.

"Xue Ting, why are you standing here? Go in."

Zhang Di greeted her familiarly and reached out to grab her arm, but Gu Xueting just frowned and took a step back.

"Zhang Di, are we not familiar with each other?"

Zhang Di's face changed slightly, but he smiled again:

"We are all old classmates. How come we are so alienated? Are you waiting for someone?

What is that little licking dog called, Monsoon? Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? Are you waiting for him? "

When Zhang Di stopped Gu Xueting, a rich voice appeared behind Zhang Di.

"Give it!"

Zhang Di turned to look at the person who came. The height difference made him raise his head immediately, and even his expression became unnatural.

So high! So strong!

"Who are you?" Zhang Di's eyes were full of doubts...

……

same moment.

Ji Feng held Nuan Nuan in his arms and got out of the taxi.

The greeting lady at Howard Johnson was very enthusiastic, but Ji Feng still brought the warmth to the cafeteria on the second floor.

Help Wen Xiaonuan pay for the food in advance, and then she can enjoy it here.

"Sir, the meal has not been served yet. You can wait here for a while."

"I'm going to have a dinner upstairs later. My girlfriend's leg is injured and it's inconvenient. Please help me watch her order. You can help get the food later."

"Ok sir."

Ji Feng smiled and nodded, and gave the other party a 200 tip.

Nuan Nuan didn't say a word the whole time, just staring at the seafood and dishes with full eyes. She liked being arranged by the monsoon.

After arranging everything, Ji Feng was ready to sit down and spend some time with Nuan Nuan, but was directly kicked away by Nuan Nuan:

"Hurry up and go to the class reunion."

"It shouldn't have started yet. Don't you want me to stay with you for a while?"

"If you don't want to, go quickly!"

What Nuan Nuan wants to do now is to check the homework, and we will talk about other things later.

Ji Feng looked at Nuan Nuan's eager look and naturally guessed what she was thinking, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Do you really want to see it?"

"Well, I just want to see it."

Nuan Nuan nodded with a sure and serious expression. It could be seen that the love letter was indeed very important to her.

Ji Feng is a little helpless:

"Okay, I'll leave first, call if you need anything..."

"Go, go, go!"

Nuan Nuan secretly glanced at the door to make sure that Ji Feng had really left, and then she took out the envelope in her bag.

Open it carefully and take out the letter paper:

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To my love: warmth

Seeing a word is like a face, showing a letter is like a meeting.

It was the twelfth lunar month of the twelfth lunar month, and I was sitting at the table, lamenting how time flies. Since I started writing to describe my relationship with you, my soul is always wandering.

When I pick up the pen and put down the ink, I feel sad in my thoughts.

I'm so ashamed that my love words haven't even been expressed in a few lines, but my heart has been racing for three moments.

We first met Shiba, and got to know each other amidst the bullying of the school bully, which turned out to be a good thing in the end.

Your nature is indifferent, I am open to publicity, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Falling in love with you is probably the most unreasonable thing in the world.

I know that the sky is high and birds are flying, and things are not as expected. How can I let my lover stay for me and stop moving forward?

Therefore, I love to face north, and I will end up facing south.

When I heard that Qing was leaving, I lost my composure, but I shouldn't have done so.

Later, when I heard that Qing had returned, I lost my composure again and accepted it calmly.

Thank you, the sun rises again in the east, and so do the moon and stars. Finally, thank you for your love, trust, and unwavering devotion.

Wanting to hold Qing Mian is the impulse of the heart.

However, after careful consideration, I longed for the morning when I woke up, and when I raised my eyes, I saw my love.

Are the joys of this world enough to please me? Naizi's body has the fragrance of my life.

Meeting your dear friend in this life is already a lucky draw.

However, the love is short and the words are endless, but the love is deep and the relationship is shallow. There are only a few strokes, but there is no end.

Monsoon.

(End of this chapter)