That year, month, 55

Uncle Cheng took He Chuntao and that man out of the classroom, and the school had to mediate this matter.

Wang Hui, who was in the same dormitory, bumped into Lin Yutong and asked in a low voice: "Will she... leave?"

Lin Yutong shook her head, "I don't know."

It's a bit confused if anyone puts this kind of thing on it.

"If it were me, I probably wouldn't have any face in school." Wang Hui sighed, "All reputations are broken, and everyone will stare at me and whisper. It's so uncomfortable."

"Everyone is very busy, so there is no time to stare at someone." Lin Yutong smiled.

No one knows how the school handles it. He Chuntao still stayed, but he is even more taciturn. He goes out at four or five o'clock every day, comes back at eleven or two o'clock in the evening, and doesn't communicate with anyone. He goes to bed next to the pillow.

Everyone in the dormitory seemed to have nothing to do, each of whom was busy with his own affairs, and no one had time to care about other people's private affairs.

Even Lin Yutong was so busy that she wanted to watch the children back and forth, but she could only stay at home for a few minutes, which would cost the meal time for two people. And it would be necessary to ensure that when the weather was good.

So the two adjusted their time. It was impossible every day, so they could only pick up when there was no class. Whoever had fewer classes and went back to see the child.

Lin Yutong also completely tore off the Fourth Master. In the past, two people seemed to be like a conjoined baby, but now they have to act separately.

Sometimes, we may not be able to eat together. The only time we spend together is the evening self-study. The library is open, and one of them has to take up a seat first. If you go late, you won’t be able to take up your seat.

Lin Yutong also felt that the academic pressure was getting higher and stronger. Even if she had studied mathematics, there was still a big difference between just living it and studying it carefully.

On this day, Lin Yutong opened the textbook and revealed a letter from it.

The Fourth Master took it over, then said nothing, stared at Lin Yutong.

"I don't know." Lin Yutong quickly shook her head and lowered her voice.

I need to know, I will deal with it long ago and I can tell you to see it.

Although she didn't say that, she was scattered all over.

"If I hadn't been a coincidence today, I wouldn't have known that someone would want to break into the corner," the Fourth Master's voice was not loud, but why would it sound dangerous?

Lin Yutong's head shrank, "Didn't I not see it?"

"I still want to see it?" The Fourth Master asked.

To be honest, I was a little curious, but the feeling of receiving love letters was still a bit strange. She hesitated for a moment before shook her head.

The Fourth Master snorted softly.

Lin Yutong saw him put the letter into his clothes and read the book as if nothing had happened.

"Now, seizing other people's letters is illegal." Lin Yutong whispered.

"I am free, equal, and my courage gradually increases." The Fourth Master raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you give it back to you, and you can take it?"

Forget it, you have to deal with me when you look back. Lin Yutong shook her head, "No, who will follow us?"

Dog-legged!

Two days later, Lin Yutong returned to the dormitory from the study room and was about to read the book for a while, and then another letter fell out of the book. There was nothing on the envelope, but it was also sealed.

Who put this in? I didn’t have it in the study room just now.

Lin Yutong thought of a possibility, but she felt that she was thinking too much.

She opened it gently and unfolded the letter paper, and the familiar fonts jumped into her eyes.

"...You are a touch of warmth in the severe winter... You are a ray of light in the middle of the night... Time flies, and a hundred years of precipitation... You are in my heart..."

Lin Yutong's mouth gently raised, and her heart was filled with honey for a moment.

Then, after realizing it, this is still modern poetry.

This is how the Fourth Master keeps pace with the times.

Not many people dare to play this thing blatantly now.

Do you want to write a reply?

The boss is so old that he is so embarrassed.

Leaning in the quilt and biting the pen for a long time, I couldn't write anything charming. But in love poems, just express the true feelings.

So she wrote down her truest thoughts at this moment.

The next night, under the dormitory building, I was embarrassed to stuff it into the Fourth Master's pocket.

The Fourth Master went back and avoided the people to open the letter paper. When he saw that the handwriting on the letter was quite pretty: "...I miss your broad shoulders... I miss your hot body... I miss your hands with thin calluses... I miss your murmur in my ears..."

It made people's face and heartbeat, and they felt a little restless.

Lin Yutong waited for the Fourth Master's praise the next day, blinking her eyes and secretly looking at him.

Seeing that there was no one around, the Fourth Master whispered: "Not now, I'll wait until I go home on the weekend and do it well. Be good!"

Mao means?

When I waited on the weekend, I realized that people felt that they were expressing too unrestrainedly and became a poem for pleasure.

There is no way, it can't get hazy.

But the two of them still found fun in it, and they were always happy. They found some fresh toys and regained their passion.

Originally, the old couple had an old couple, but now they are having trouble, and they are a little shy when they meet.

When the weather slowly warms up, the midterm exam is coming

Lin Yutong felt that her foundation was good, and she had not relaxed, so she should be ranked in the top three and top five. As a result, she ranked twelve. There were only twenty-eight people in the class, which could only be considered a bad grade.

The Fourth Master ranked third, with forty people in their class.

The Fourth Master also comforted her, "It's okay, just do your best."

It seems like how stupid I am.

This weekend, just after the exam, both of them felt relieved and took their three children back to the Lin family.

There is definitely no way to take the mother and son to take the bicycle, and it is a human-powered three-wheeler.

The children had a new playmate and had a pleasant day.

Sister Lin is preparing for the marriage, but the man can't get the bride price, let alone three rings and one turn and thirty-six legs. Even if the bicycle turns, it can't get it.

"You choose it yourself, how can the things in the world be perfect? ​​It's just luck." Lin Yutong comforted her.

I heard that there was a young man from a pharmaceutical factory who was so good at family conditions pursued her, but she didn't respond, so she fell in love with the identity of this college student. What's the solution?

It was a wonderful weekend, and the two were quite happy to arrive at school. But one thing caught Lin Yutong off guard.

Someone posted their own big-character poster.

Wang Hui whispered, "...it's under the teaching building, and in our class. You said that you have a husband and get married, and you still have letters to young men, saying that you are not aware of your private life..."

Lin Yutong is still confused? What kind of young man? What kind of private life is inappropriate?

It's purely fictitious!

"Who the hell said it?" Lin Yutong was almost angry. This reputation is definitely not a trivial matter.

Meng Tianfen, who was opposite, turned around in an instant, "Why are you scolding?"

It’s really a biting dog that doesn’t bark. I didn’t expect such a stupid person to do such a thing?

Hong Fang asked Meng Tianfen, "Did you post the big-character poster? You need to have evidence to speak."

"Why did you wrong her?" Meng Tianfen sneered, "...I was dressed in the style of a bourgeois lady and wife. The basins for washing your face and feet should be separated. A person only had three or four towels. No matter how late he washed his face, he had to apply it on his face. Others used candles, just use flashlights. Everyone's heads were washed once a week or two weeks, and you had to wash them every other day. After dinner every day, they had to come back to brush their teeth, brush at least four or five times a day, and wash their face three or four times a day..."

Lin Yutong was shocked, "Wash your face and feet apart, isn't it right?" He didn't do it alone in the dormitory.

Wang Hui then said, "Are we wrong to talk about hygiene?"

Lin Yutong asked again: "Everyone's skin condition is different. Using four or five towels is my personal matter. One washes your face, one washes your feet, one washes your hair, one washes your hair dry, one wet. What's wrong? After washing your face, I just wiped it with snow cream. I was on the edge of the window, and the wind leaked in and blew on my face. I used a flashlight because I slept heavily. What if I fell asleep reading a book and forgot to blow a candle, and there was a fire? As for my hair washing, why don't you try to sleep in the window

On the edge of the house, see if there will be sand and soil blowing on my head. There is also the matter of brushing my teeth. I think that speaking in public and keeping a fresh tone is respect for others. What’s wrong? Besides, do you have any relationship with the big-character posters you write? Why do you say that I have a letter with a young man? Do you know who wrote the letter? maozhxi said that without investigation, there is no right to speak. Have you investigated? How did you know that the letter I read every day was not written by my lover."

"Tongtong..." Lin Yutong was about to say something, and then she heard the voice of the Fourth Master outside the door.

Why did he get up?

"Come out! Don't talk nonsense to her. Let's go to school. You can't just forget about this..." The Fourth Master's voice contained anger.

Lin Yutong glanced at Meng Tianfen and walked out.

At this time, some habits of refining are still there. Even in college, many students retain the habits they developed during that period, and often post big-character posters to whom they want. They don’t care how true the content is.

"The bags have been defeated, and I still do this." Wang Hui snorted, "It's simply inexplicable."

Everyone was afraid of such a thing. They hated it deeply, and did not dare to oppose it blatantly. Yue became trembling.

Hong Fang frowned and looked at Meng Tianfen, "Do you know that your unfounded words are a detriment to others' reputation. You should expose that thing as soon as possible, otherwise, this matter will not be over..."

"Why? Can't she say what is it? What letters do the couple who meet every day still write?" Meng Tianfen turned his head and said.
Chapter completed!