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Chapter 22 Girls' Generation's Letter
Lu Zhenzhong hesitated.

He didn't want to have any contact with Bingbulin in private, they were not only colleagues, but also competitors for promotion.The kind of alternative.

"I'm in a hurry to catch up with the blind date." Bingbulin's voice contained a faint pleading.Lu Zhenzhong took a quick look at Bingbulin, and suddenly felt that older unmarried young women were actually quite pitiful, so he softened his heart and nodded.

"Thank you Johnny. That's very kind of you."

Lu Zhenzhong forced a smile.

If it comes to acting like a baby, no one should be a match for Sang Baiyue.Sang Baiyue's acting like a baby is invisible, she has already practiced it very well, and she grasps the proportions just right, neither embarrassing the listener, but also making the listener feel good just right.

It's just that after Sang Baiyue got married, especially after she had a baby, she became more and more disdainful of acting like a baby to him.

But no matter what, Lu Zhenzhong, who has experienced Sang Baiyue, will never be confused by the words "Johnny, you are so kind".

Bingbulin gave an address, and Lu Zhenzhong used Gaode map to navigate.

The place to go is Jijia Commercial Plaza, the distance is not too far, and it is just a matter of stepping on the accelerator a few more times after passing by home.Lu Zhenzhong had a stern look focused on driving, and he didn't intend to strike up a conversation on the road.

Bingbulin was sitting on the co-pilot's seat, her eyes were forward, she was used to doing things with ease, and she was a little cramped at the moment.Lu Zhenzhong regarded it as an early worry about the blind date.

"Who is the other party?" A voice sounded in the car.

Lu Zhenzhong was taken aback.What was in his heart actually blurted out.

Fortunately, Bingbulin didn't feel abrupt.She brushed her hair back, still looking forward with both eyes, and said in a melancholy voice, "I'm curious too. A blind date is like opening a blind box."

Lu Zhenzhong gritted his teeth to prevent the words in his heart from coming out again.

Seeing that Lu Zhenzhong stopped asking questions, Bingbulin continued the topic by herself: "He said he was a young talent, but he also said that his height was not more than 1.7 meters five, a little fat, and a little dark. I just don't know what the introduction said "slightly." ', is it 'slightly' in the popular sense?"

Lu Zhenzhong pursed his lips to smile, but felt that it was not kind to smile, so he continued to drive with a stern expression.

Bingbulin smiled lightly and didn't speak again.

Not long after, Jijia Commercial Plaza appeared in front of us.

"Which way do you stop?"

"It's all right."

Lu Zhenzhong stopped nearby.Before Bingbulin opened the door and got out of the car, her big eyelashed eyes flickered at Lu Zhenzhong: "Wish me good luck."

"Good luck."

Bingbulin took a long breath, like a strong man on the battlefield, pushed open the car door, got out of the car and left.She walked among the crowd with a stiff back and mechanical steps, not at all as calm as she was in the company.

After taking a deep look, Lu Zhenzhong turned around and went home.

Lu Zhenzhong had a clear goal, and when he got home, he began to rummage through the suitcase.The scattered letters and the small wooden box with the lid not closed were safely hidden among the clothes.Lu Zhenzhong put them together and took them to the dining table in the living room.

Putting on comfortable home clothes, pouring himself a glass of plain water, he randomly picked out a letter, and Lu Zhenzhong sat at the dining table and began to read the letter.

"Xi Xi:
Good news!
I saw you in Xujiahui last week, and I was surprised that you are so beautiful now that you have reached a new height.You are like a star, shining brightly!real!And I also see the power of beauty in you.

do you remember?At that time, most of us wanted to go to Xujiahui Cathedral, only you wanted to go to Tushanwan Museum.As soon as you said it, Junjun and the boys immediately changed their words, saying that they also wanted to go to the Tushanwan Museum.At that time, I was very surprised.From this point of view, I look like an unenlightened bumpkin.

Xixi, I indulge myself to imagine your life in college.You did so well in the exam, got into Fudan University, which I dreamed of but couldn’t dream of, and read my favorite school of literature and journalism. What kind of life will such an excellent, perfect and beautiful girl lead in college?

I thought and thought, but couldn't figure it out.

As a person, I have always had a poor imagination, and I never give up until I reach the Yellow River. Sometimes, I don’t know how to look back when I hit the south wall.I live a monotonous life at Shanghai University in the wilderness: outside of class, I spend all my spare time in the library, forcing myself to read literary classics and literary theories that I like or dislike.

Apart from attending classes and going to the library, the only joy is eating delicious food.Of course it's not real food, they are all snacks like fried chicken tenders, fried squid balls, popcorn, and pearl milk tea.For me, that's enough and enough to be happy.

It was easy for me to get the first grade in the exam.But the good grades at this time have lost their meaning.

Girls have more and more handsome suitors than anyone else.They all laughed that I had no suitors.In fact, there is also a crush who always silently occupies a seat for me in the library, but he always fails to muster up the courage to confess his love to me, and I feel anxious and angry.

The teacher who taught me "Sociolinguistics" was actually from Peking University.She always talks about her postgraduate life at Peking University with high spirits.I was mesmerized by it.She told us that the future can be wonderful, as long as we work hard enough.

But I can't help but feel pessimistic: Can a girl like me, with an ugly appearance, really live an ideal life even if she has a good dream and is willing to cut herself to pieces?I really suspect that the world increasingly has only one standard for girls: beauty.

I decided to save money!
OK!Rhinoplasty!

But don't get boobs, my boobs are "crazy" enough.

In short, I want a gorgeous transformation. "

The signature is "Xiaobai", just like Sang Baiyue's self-introduction when facing the person she wants to please.

This appears to be a letter that was written and unsent.Lu Zhenzhong read the letter to Xixi in one breath without any discomfort.On the contrary, I still feel that Sang Baiyue, who was lonely in college, is a little cute.

In my memory, there are girls who have such a weak sense of presence in public in high school and even college classes.They are quiet and silent, and as long as you get in touch with them a little, you can feel that they actually have a rich inner world.

He took a sip of water comfortably, and remembered seeing a photo in the envelope, so he searched everywhere.

Looking carefully at the person in the photo, I saw a girl with good facial features.The girl is thin and tall, with long hair shawl, pointed face, delicate and pretty.The only fly in the ointment is that the skin tone is not bright enough.It should be Xixi in Sang Baiyue's letter.

Lu Zhenzhong pressed the group photo under the soft glass.Now, with a reference photo, reading letters is even more fun.

Just about to draw another letter, the phone rang suddenly.

Looking up, it was none other than the owner of the letter.Inexplicably a little guilty.After all, he stole the letters on purpose.

To take, or not to take?

Lu Zhenzhong was in a tangle.

(End of this chapter)