He came with great glory

Chapter 86 The Second Letter
Because he warmed his hands.

As a result, Fu Ying couldn't help laughing out many late nights.

Sleeping dreams are sweet.

The waking air is sweet.

In class, in class, in class, I can laugh all the time.

"Fu Ying! Stand up!"

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, then stood up slowly.

"The great river is going east, the waves are gone, what is the next sentence of the eternal romantic man?"

"On the west side of the old fortress, the human way is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms."

"The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up."

Fu Ying: "The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and there are so many heroes at that time. Thinking back to the time when Gongjin was young, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, and she was majestic and heroic. Feather fans and scarves, while talking and laughing, the mast and scull flew into ashes and smoke. Traveling in the motherland, you should laugh at me passionately, and give birth to flowers early. Life is like a dream, and one statue is still in Jiangyue."

Tan Ruinian pursed his lips and frowned: "Sit down and listen carefully in class."

"Oh."

Fu Ying rubbed her nose guiltily and sat down.

After class, Lin Lishan asked, "Oh, Fu Ying, what are you smirking about? You've been smirking all day long."

Fu Ying shook her head: "It's nothing, I just thought of something happy."

"What's the fun?"

"Hmm..." Fu Ying lay on the table, stared at the blue sky outside and thought for a while, "It's just inexplicable, so happy that it's bubbling."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Fu Ying shook her head and said vaguely, "I'm happy."

"Whoever you meet will be bubbling with joy."

"No one."

Lin Lishan asked a lot of questions, but Fu Ying avoided the important ones, and just didn't answer the questions directly.

In the evening, when she came home, she went to the courier to deliver the letter.

She didn't know what to write, it was all poetry.

When she went to deliver the courier, she was still the little brother from last time.

When she filled in the address and recipient, the courier brother stared at the word "general" and smiled.

"Little girl, have you watched too many costume dramas?"

Fu Ying smiled: "Yes."

"Nowadays, children like costume dramas, playing heroes in bed sheets, and so does my kid."

Fu Ying smiled and said, "It's not bad to be a general, to serve the country."

"I hope my son can serve the country. The boy is only 15 years old and very naughty."

Fu Ying took the order and paused, "I will."

The courier brother took the form and asked, "Why didn't you write the sender?"

One sentence touched Fu Ying's heart, and it was also a sore spot.

The evening wind blows southward, blowing over Fu Ying's street corner, crossing the street, and perhaps passing by him.

She smiled and shook her head, her voice was very soft: "Just send it to him, the sender is not important."

"Like the recipient?"

Fu Ying didn't hide anything, she nodded lightly: "Yeah."

"Secret love?"

"Ah."

The courier brother smiled: "What if the sender is very important to him?"

"I dare not tell him, and he doesn't know who sent it. How can the sender be important?"

The courier boy shook his head: "That's not necessarily true, everything is possible."

Fu Ying said: "He is a general, not my general, but a hero, not my hero."

The little brother was stunned.

The figure of the girl has turned out of the street and disappeared into the crowd.

Fu Ying went to buy letterhead again, and kept it for next time.

After paying, he walked out of the stationery store and saw Wen Tian coming out of the bookstore beside him.

"What book did you buy?"

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment before saying, ""The Kite Runner""

"What is written?"

"Love and loyalty, courage and redemption."

Fu Ying only heard "love" and "courage"...

"Did you buy letterhead again?"

"Ah?" Fu Ying smiled, "Yeah."

"Who are you writing to?"

Fu Ying scratched her head, a little embarrassed: "It's not an ordinary letter."

"love letter?"

Fu Ying paused, then shook her head: "No."

Wen Tian pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Actually, it's a letter I wrote to my future self, beating myself and warning myself not to regret the decision I couldn't make when I was young."

She didn't believe what Fu Ying said.

All of a sudden, the vulgar love is made noble.

However, Wen Tian is a top student, with a strong logic of thought, and he found the key in just one word.

"What decision?"

Fu Ying calmed down, thought for a while and said, "Not in particular, just make any decision."

Afraid that Wen Tian would not believe it, he laughed awkwardly.

Wen Tian pushed his glasses and nodded: "This idea is very good."

……

Shen Liguang received an anonymous letter again, in which was still a poem: If the end of the world sees gentleness, you should be thin because of it, and you should be ashamed if you are ashamed.

It seems that the stars are not from last night, and the night and night streams are bright and clean.

Recipient, General.

Shen Liguang slightly hooked his lips and smiled, and went back to the room with the letter.

The moonlight outside came in through the gap in the curtains. The man lit a cigarette and read the letter for a long time, fascinated.

Her handwriting is beautiful, and she knows that she has practiced at a glance.

I looked at it for a while, then carefully put it in the drawer, together with the previous one.

She is so enthusiastic, he is more difficult than anyone else.

Waiting for her to grow up, waiting for her to become an adult.

It rained that night when the letter was sent, and Fu Ying came home drenched in the rain.

The bus stopped, and she didn't take a taxi. She wanted to walk, so she walked back.

Who knows, when we got home, it was raining.

That night, Fu Yan and Fu Mingchuan had a big fight for some reason.

When Fu Ying returned home, she heard Fu Mingchuan yelling at Fu Yan's back: "If you step out of this door, don't come back again!"

Fu Yan walked past her with a cold face, Fu Ying tried to catch him, but failed.

Fu Ying lowered her head, feeling a little astringent.

From the time she crossed to the present, there have been small fights at home, but never before, tit for tat like today.

Fu Mingchuan was in a bad mood, and Fu Ying didn't dare to ask what was wrong, so she went upstairs cautiously.

She took a shower, changed out of her wet clothes, and lay on the bed to send Fu Yan a WeChat message.

She sent many messages, but Fu Yan didn't reply.

Fell asleep while waiting.

In the morning, Fu Mingchuan sent her to school, probably because of yesterday's incident, he pursed his lips and remained silent all the way with his ashen face.

Fu Ying called out cautiously: "Dad?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Hearing his daughter's voice, Fu Mingchuan's face softened a little.

"What's the matter with you and brother?"

Fu Mingchuan sighed: "It's okay, adults' affairs, you children don't care."

"Oh."

Fu Ying nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

She didn't expect it at all, because the younger brother quarreled with his father, and the younger brother was kicked out of the house. Within two days, Fu Mingchuan was on a business trip, and then Mama Wu's daughter-in-law gave birth, and she had to go back to take care of her. The elder brother was so busy that he could hardly see him. People, she will be sent under the fence.

When she dragged her suitcase and followed Shen Liguang upstairs, her heart beat so fast.

I never thought that one day I would be so close to him, so close to live under the same roof.

Fu Yan teased her on Wechat: This is not considered to be dependent on others, it is called cohabitation.

Fu Ying blushed shamelessly and didn't reply.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she didn't leave suddenly, Shen Liguang looked back at her.

"I, my legs are numb."

Shen Liguang smiled, a little angry: "Okay, why are your legs numb? Do you want my brother to hug you?"

Fu Ying's face flushed and turned red, and she hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, wait, it will be fine after a while."

(End of this chapter)