I still remember the appearance of that little boy. Because he looked ugly enough, he looked like an ugly star; of course, because he also received the first love letter in my life.

In fifth grade.

Is it terrible precocious puberty? What can I do? There are always one or two mutant varieties in each group, and I am the first to bear the brunt of it.

I forgot the content of the love letter, but only remembered that there were two sheets of paper. At the top of the two sheets, the words "love letter" were written as the title, just like "application for joining the party" or "review letter". At that time, I was very amazed that it turned out that love letters also had standard formats, which misled me for many years.

It was not until the second year of junior high school that I peeked at the love letter written by Ye Ling to Gu Lang that I realized that love letters can be written like warm water, sweet and shy, rather than the love letters I received - Party, dear Party, let me love you!

However, this love letter will always be remembered by me in the days to come.

Although time has passed and I have forgotten what the content of the love letter is, I still remember the few words written on it in a crooked manner: "If someone beats you, I will call you back, no matter if I can beat that person."

Um.

In the fifth grade, a twelve-year-old boy with an ugly appearance solemnly told me in the "love letter" to protect me.

Yes, protect me.

However, what he said was not beautiful enough and not beautiful enough. At that time, he was not enough to know how to speak sweetly. He only had clumsy and reckless confession, and might not even be considered love.

Many years later, like many girls, I have met many boys on the way of growing up, like what I like and don’t like, and they say words to us a hundred times sweeter than honey.

They said, I love you.

They said, you are a goddess and you are an angel.

They said, breaking your arm is Venus, tearing off your legs is a mermaid, soaking in formalin, Oh, baby, you are the beautiful female corpse of Loulan who has been chasing love for thousands of years.

They can turn this simple and unpleasant sentence—“If someone hits you, I will call you back, no matter if I can beat that person or not.” It becomes—“Ah, dear angel, I can defend my fanatical, persistent and pure love for you with my life, my blood, my steadfastness…”

Then, before you had time to grin and have enough sweetness, they had already turned their butts, and they did not blush and their hearts were not beating, and they were well trained to say the same words.

More than ten years later, under the starry sky, the ugly little boy who once wrote a love letter to me should have his own love letter. I wonder if I still remember that many years ago, I wrote a love letter like an "application for joining the party" to a little girl?

However, after so many years, I still miss it.

I am not thinking about that little boy, because on the afternoon when he gave me a love letter more than ten years ago, I had already rejected his obscene thoughts righteously. I clenched my fists, held my head up, and said, "Class, I am not the kind of person you think!" If the expression and expression were photographed, it would be like a hero who bravely died under the enemy's butcher knife.

What I am thinking about is that someone once said to protect me.

What a precious word. More than ten years later, I was like a little fighter, rushing around in the war of life and the smoke of love for many years, covered in dust and scars, and I had to smile and show others how I was, saying, I was doing well. It was really good. Haha.

Only when I was quiet and remembered the stupid words on the love letter that had been sealed for many years, I realized that I had been cherished many years ago.

It turned out that there was someone who once said foolishly, "I want to protect me."

It's just that, not the person I want, not at the right time or the right place.

Then, the person I want, my respected prince, your fighter princess is already tired and about to go back to her grandma's house on the way to overcome all obstacles. The princess is not planning to kill the dragon, she has no strength to kill demons, and she is in the mood to fuck the handsome guy. If you are not tired, please put on your armor and embark on the journey to pick me up.

My family is too poor to charter a flight to pick me up, so just do whatever you want to drive a Hummer... Volkswagen Santana is OK... Chery QQ is OK... Second-hand bicycles are not unanimous... If it really doesn't work, come on, you can get your shoes reimbursement!

But, if... if you are too tired, then you can rest there and tell me a place. Let me not go astray on the way to find you, don’t go astray, don’t experience any harm, don’t be the brave female warrior of steel.

Dear, the lazy prince, please tell me, where will we meet in?hf();
Chapter completed!