I just divorced my childhood sweetheart, how come we were reborn together?

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Ding Wei's love letter:

"Lin Mo, I am sending you a letter.

It is already 2019 before I know it. Time flies.

Well, I am surprised to see you writing to me suddenly, but I can't help it. I am not good at expressing myself verbally.

Many things and words cannot be explained clearly when they are said face to face, right?

At least, that's how I feel.

I am sorry that I may need to delay your time for a few minutes.

Lin Mo, after all, I really have a lot to say.

It seems that there is no need to mention the matter of liking you, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that I have never mentioned it.

Whether it is the sports meeting, the night watching the sunrise, or yesterday when we stood at the end of the corridor and blew the evening breeze.

I really don't want to There is mention.

Obscure, uneasy love.

Obscure in my heart, uneasy in my heart.

Although such a question seems childish and ridiculous, I actually want to ask you in person.

Do you like me too?

Yes, it’s not that you like me, but do you like me too?

Because.

I like you.

Although I can’t help getting excited when writing this, I really want to explain to you why I like you.

I’m not a science student, and I can’t analyze the impact of body hormones on emotions.

But I like you, just like those magazines I’ve read, the smile and voice at some unknown time, and the bright eyes that I touched inadvertently.

Xiao Mo, let me call you this for the time being, because they all seem to call you this, and it sounds more intimate Cut some.

I don't intend to repeat the chattering, from the first day I met you to now.

You are the sleepless nights and the restless heartbeat.

Sometimes I envy Ding Yao because she can hug you unscrupulously in the crowd.

Sometimes I am jealous, jealous of anyone who is close to you.

But I am not jealous of myself, because we don't seem to be very close.

Keeping a vague unfamiliarity, carefully avoiding something.

To be honest, I still can't tell what's going on, so even if you take this thing, which can be called a love letter, and tear it up in front of me and ridicule my fantasy, I have no complaints.

Because I really, really like you.

That day in the room of the hotel on the top of the mountain, I still remember what you said to me, so when will we go to see the sunrise on the top of the mountain again?

Without your brother or Ding Yao, just the two of us.

At this point, I want to write some crazy words, but I am afraid of disturbing your eyes.

Sorry, Lin Mo.

When I have nowhere to vent my love, I am like this.

No one knows.

What do I look like in your eyes, a gentle and quiet three-good student?

Or just the brother of my good friend Ding Yao?

None of them.

As long as I think of you, I would rather become a naughty student.

Just like those annoying guys who can talk to you casually and joke with you.

When I see you laughing with them, I am always sad.

But, you know.

Sometimes you look into my eyes when you are laughing, but you come over and joke with me on purpose.

And watching you walk in, my heart is twitching irregularly, but I still have to maintain hypocritical calmness.

Lin Mo, I hope you can move your stool and sit at my desk as soon as the get out of class is over, so that I can enjoy the chattering of the group of people at the back of the class.

Just like last night, we leaned against the end of the corridor and watched the moon swaying behind the clouds.

The moonlight was beautiful last night, and the wind was gentle.

But watching you raise your head and try to find the invisible stars, I just felt that my heart was full of love that was about to overflow.

I'm sorry, Lin Mo.

In fact, I always knew it.

Maybe, I should have gently held your hand on the mountain where the sun rose, when I was going down the mountain, in the corner of the team.

Or on that day yesterday, I hugged you gently like those guys in the class who were in love.

But, I'm sorry, Lin Mo.

Ding Yao and I are moving away.

In fact, this letter is an advance letter. I originally planned to tell you these things in person on the night of the class dinner on June 8 next year, the day when the college entrance examination ended, and maybe I would have to drink a few sips of wine to strengthen my courage.

But if I don't tell you before leaving Chicheng, I will probably suffocate myself.

In fact, when my dad talked about this, I felt worse than Ding Yao who looked like she was about to cry.

But I know I can't change it.

But you should know this when you see this.

LinMo, will you cry?

Actually, I didn't look forward to the so-called high school romance, but it seems that your brother's relationship is not bad.

It seems that I think too much, but at least at this moment, I really like you.

There is no need to use fancy words and metaphors, this is an emotion that cannot be described in words.

Lin Mo, before I met you, I never thought that I would meet a perfect person.

Or, after meeting someone you like, everything is perfect.

I like your occasional temper, your uncomfortable expression after racking your brains to do math problems, and your smile of pride.

I also know that this is not the first love letter you have received. After all, you are such a lovely girl, even if you are placed among ten thousand people, you are still a striking existence.

It seems that I should say something when writing a love letter to this point, such as I should ask you to date.

But this is not what I want.

Or, it is not what I want now.

Lin Mo, I just want to vent and tell you all my thoughts that no one can tell.

I'm sorry, Lin Mo, even you can't understand my pain.

Lin Mo.

I love you.

Every word is a true love for you.

Talking about love at the age of seventeen seems childish and ridiculous, but I don't care about those people, only I know how this love is.

I want to be like those lovers, walk hand in hand with you to the school gate, eat the same fried noodles, drink the same cup of milk tea, sneak into the corner to hug during evening self-study, hug you from behind in winter, and put my hands in your school uniform pocket.

Go eat roasted sweet potatoes, go to make-up classes together, and avoid parents and teachers.

Sorry, I wrote the above text like a pervert.

Lin Mo.

This is a love letter, which writes my thoughts when I love you.

I am Ding Wei, and I am going to confess. "