In this school, there were many students who followed "Ah Yu's" Weibo. For example, Han Leng, and Hang Yongming, who believed that Zhao Youyue's music was not real music, but "Ah Yu's" music was.
However, not everyone who followed "Ah Yu's" Weibo would be notified the moment Zhao Youyue posted a Weibo post.
Han Leng did not pay special attention to "Ah Yu," but he would listen to "Ah Yu's" music on NetEase Music every night until he fell asleep. Whether it was a coincidence or not, "Ah Yu's" music reminded him of Chu Luoxun. She was the character that he loved the most.
Han Leng was actually quite a coward. He did not become arrogant just because he wrote "Beautiful April". He usually did not bring his phone with him. He would only leave it in his dormitory. He would only take it out to play with during his lunch break or when he went back to his dormitory to sleep at night.
Of course, he did not notice "Ah Yu's" Weibo post this time. In fact, he rarely used Weibo.
He was not a phone. As long as he had a pen, it would be enough to relieve his boredom.
Although he had put most of his energy into his studies, he still maintained the habit of writing essays every day. His devotion to words was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
As Zhao Youyue, who had ascended to the throne of "school belle," became more and more famous, Han Leng's love letter writing business became more and more popular. He was actually happy to write love letters on behalf of the adolescent boys who were mesmerized by Lady Zhao, because he knew that it was useless.
If Lady Zhao could be moved by a mere love letter, then she would no longer be the same person who treated everyone equally.
Treating everyone equally meant that everyone was like floating clouds in her eyes. After all, "ants" were too unpleasant to hear.
However, Han Leng was still very serious about writing for her instead of using his omnipotent love letter technique. That would be too insincere. Moreover, he had even shown off in front of Lady Zhao when they were deskmates …
Actually, love letters were probably the most pretentious words in the world, especially love letters written by high school students. However, those gorgeous and empty words could also be charming and interesting.
He did not know why, but whenever he wrote a love letter for Zhao Youyue, he would have the same feeling as when he was writing "Beautiful April," and depicting the character Chu Luoxun.
So much so that he always felt that Zhao Youyue and Chu Luoxun had an inexplicable connection. He was not sure if it was just his imagination.
The first paragraph of Han Leng's omnipotent love letter was a summary of how they met. Even if it was an unromantic encounter, it would still be very romantic when he wrote it —
The first time I saw you, it was a summer day. The sunlight was pouring down from the mottled old walls covered with violets. I stood at the corner and caught a glimpse of your silhouette. Your smooth and fair side profile had a unique charm.
Then he would use all kinds of rhetorical devices to exaggerate how much this girl meant to him.
Sometimes I think, if I did not walk on that old bluestone, if I did not stop because of you in those desolate and lonely years, my life as thin as paper would not have this scratch from you. However, many years later, I would understand that my paper was colorful because of you. If not, this pure white paper would only be burned into ashes and dissipate into the air without leaving a trace.
Then he would talk about fate. He felt that most girls believed in fate —
It turns out that my life is colorful because of you. But, you don't know. So, I could only turn my endless reverie and love for you into boring symbols. In these days and nights, I gently folded them into a small paper plane and shot it into the empty sky, hoping that it would find you by itself. Now, it has appeared in your hands. Maybe it's fate. Just like this, there is no reason, but it is so real.
Then he would write in detail, praising the other party with all kinds of words.
I like the way your mouth curls up when you smile. That kind of playfulness and naivety makes me feel warm and beautiful. I like the way you twine your long black hair around your fingertips. That kind of delicacy and concentration makes me feel incomparably fascinated. Of course, I like the moment when we look at each other. The wonderful feeling of spiritual contact makes me deeply intoxicated.
Of course, there are also the paragraphs that he likes to pile up flowery words and show off his empty and meaningless writing style.
The ancient moonlight hidden in my heart, the sadness in my arms, the desolation that no longer looks back. I will never forget you standing here with a slightly sad look. Turning into the starlight in the western sky is the end of your reincarnation. How much time has passed from nirvana to eternal life in the hourglass? I gazed at your face in the next life by the river of three roads. The mandala you planted made the memories of your previous life sink deep into my mind. A book of past events, closed. Whose final destination, whose blooming fireworks, hastily faded in the sky and forgotten. Records, a yellowed book, walking, stopping, and passing each other's bliss.
Modern literature is not enough. I have to write an ancient poem that I have randomly filled in the lyrics.
The moonlight is sparse. Who is tamping the cold clothes. Looking at the horizon, thinking of my hometown. A night of falling snow. The north wind is strong. Thousands of miles away. Our hearts are linked. Spring flowers and autumn leaves. Touching and hurting. Wanting to tie the silk. Shaking and falling, reducing the fragrance of yesterday's clothes.
This is a typical high school student piling up flowery words. Logically speaking, a writer like Han Leng, who has completely surpassed high school students, should have long understood that these words are meaningless. As the saying goes, thousands of good words, tens of thousands of beautiful sentences. Only one question, is it worth money?
But he still enjoyed it. He hoped that they could make Lady Zhao smile.
Han Leng suddenly felt that he was like a poet in ancient times, who wrote poems to please his superiors …
After not being in the same class as Lady Zhao, Han Leng thought that he could enjoy his freedom to the fullest. Unfortunately, when he occasionally saw Lady Zhao in her school uniform and long hair, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss and melancholy.
He wrote so many love letters for her. But he never dared to go to her and say, "I love you" in front of her.
Because no love letter could compare to these three most sincere words to her face.
Unfortunately, the ones who could please people the most were those who were wrapped in hypocrisy. He had already seen through all of this.
…
Han Leng did not see Ah Yu's Weibo because he did not have his phone with him. But Hang Yongming, an art student who went home after rehearsal, saw it. He could not help but feel refreshed. The female streamer Ah Yu, who had been missing for so long, was not dead. She had finally "revived"!
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