Qingcheng I

Chapter 1 Introduction
I still remember the look of that little boy.Because he is ugly enough to look like an ugly star; of course, it is also because he made me receive my first love letter in my life.

In fifth grade.

Is it terribly precocious?Is there any way, there are always one or two mutant varieties in each group of people, and I bear the brunt.

I forgot the content of the love letter, but I only remember two pieces of paper.At the top of the two pieces of paper, the word "Love Letter" was written as the title, just like "Application for Party Membership" or "Review Letter".At that time, I was amazed. It turned out that the love letter also had a standard format, which misled me for many years.

It wasn't until the second year of junior high that I peeked at Ye Ling's love letter to Gu Lang, and I realized that love letters can be written like warm flowing water, sweet and shy, not like the love letters I received—Dang, Dear party, let me love you!
However, this love letter will always remind me of it in the days to come.

Although it has been a long time and I have forgotten what the content of the love letter is, I still remember the words written crookedly on it: "If someone hits you, I will call you back, regardless of whether I can hit that person or not." Got it."

Ok.

When I was in the fifth grade, a 12-year-old ugly boy solemnly told me in a "love letter" that he would protect me.

Yes, protect me.

It's just that what he said was not sweet enough, not good enough.At that time, he was not good enough to know how to speak sweetly, he only had clumsy and reckless confessions, which might not even count as love.

Many years later, like many girls, I met many boys on the way of growing up, likes and dislikes, and they spoke to us words that were a hundred times sweeter than honey.

They say, I love you.

They say, you are a goddess and you are an angel.

They say, if you break your arm, you are Venus, if you tear off your leg, you are a mermaid, soaked in formalin, oh baby, you are the beautiful Loulan female corpse who has traveled through thousands of years to chase love.

They can turn the crude, ugly phrase—"If someone hits you, I'll call you back, whether I can beat that person or not"—into—"Oh, dear angel, I can use my My life, my blood, my steadfastness to defend my fanatical, persistent and pure love for you..."

Then, before you have time to grin your mouth wide and sweet enough, they have already turned their buttocks "swish", facing the other "her", without blushing, without heartbeat, well-trained to say the same words.

More than ten years later, under the starry sky, that ugly little boy who once wrote me a love letter should have his own love and his own wife.I don't know if I still remember that I wrote a love letter like "Application for Joining the Party" many years ago, to a little girl?

However, after so many years, I still miss it very much.

Not thinking about that little boy, because as early as the afternoon when he gave me a love letter more than ten years ago, I had already rejected his obscene thoughts.I clenched my fists, held my head high, and said, classmate, I am not the kind of person you think!If the expression and demeanor are photographed, it looks like a heroine who died heroically under the enemy's butcher's knife.

What I miss is that someone once said to protect me.

What a precious word.More than ten years later, I am like a little fighter. After many years of rampaging in the flames of life and the smoke of love, I am ashamed and covered with scars. I still try to smile to others and say, I have a good life.really good.Ha ha.

Only when I was quiet, when I thought of the clumsy words on the love letter that had been separated for many years, did I realize that many years ago, I was once cherished.

It turned out that there was once a person who foolishly said that he wanted to protect me.

Just, not the person I want, not at the right time, not the right place.

Then, the person I want, my respected prince, your fighter princess is already tired on the road to go back to her grandma's house, the princess doesn't plan to kill the dragon, she doesn't have the strength to kill the demon, and she is not in the mood handsome guy.If you are not tired, please put on your armor and embark on the journey to meet me.

My family is too poor to charter a plane to pick me up, so I can just make do with a Hummer... Volkswagen Santana is fine... Chery QQ is also fine... second-hand bicycles are also negotiable... If it is not possible, you can walk, Shoes reimbursement!

However, if...you old man is too tired, then you can rest there and tell me a place.Let me on the way to find you, don't go astray again, don't experience hurt again, don't be a heroic female warrior of steel again.

Dear lazy prince to death, please tell me, in which city will we meet?
(End of this chapter)