Chapter 218

Arriving at her aunt's house.

Liu Yue first found the key familiarly, then entered the study, opened the drawer on the left side of the desk, and found 14 yellowish-brown letters from inside.

Staring at the 14 letters and struggling for a few minutes, curiosity finally prevailed. Then she took out the 13 notes in her pocket.

Finding a pencil and an empty notebook, she began a time-consuming and laborious verification project, checking the same words in the letters and notes, and comparing the handwriting.

After the first letter, she found 26 identical words: "the", "usually", "you", "I", "how".

Her gaze lingered on these 26 words for half a minute, and the expression on her face suddenly became serious.

And in the center of the seriousness, a shocking and incredible expression was blooming and sprouting. Finally, her mouth opened wide, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, her brain buzzing, blank.

The handwriting of the 26 words in the paper and the letters completely matched, and the hooks and strokes were completely consistent.

If it were one or two words, it would be fine.

But all 26 words matched?!

What did this represent?

The answer was about to come out. No, the answer was right in front of her eyes.

The man her aunt admired was Li Heng, and Li Heng was the famous writer December, the darling of the news media, and currently very popular.

No wonder!

No wonder her aunt tried her best to stop her from investigating the truth in the past, not wanting her to develop curiosity about the writer December. So that was it.

Thinking about it, her aunt must have known long ago that Li Heng was in her class and knew that Li Heng had good external conditions, so she was afraid that she would accidentally become obsessed with the other party.

Thinking that Li Heng was actually the great writer in the news reports who helped "Harvest" magazine suppress "People's Literature" with his own strength, and thinking that the person her aunt fell in love with was her classmate, Liu Yue took several deep breaths, her emotions inexplicable.

Not giving up, afraid of making a mistake, she checked the other 13 letters next.

The result!

The result was the same, there were no surprises. Perhaps individual fonts would appear in different sizes, but the direction of the handwriting and the structure of the font remained consistent. Anyone with a discerning eye would know what was going on at a glance.

It was definitely from the same person's hand.

Liu Yue brought a camera, took a photo of the 26 words of the first letter, then put the letter paper back into the envelope, returned each to its original place, and didn't leave a trace.

After doing all this, she checked the study again to see if there were any omissions? Then locked the study and left her aunt's house.

The noon sun hung high in the sky, shining warmly on people. But she didn't have the slightest mood to feel it, the whole person was muddled, and she didn't know how she appeared on the big road?

The more she thought about this, the more outrageous it was!

The more she thought about it, the more unacceptable it felt!

The Li Heng she knew had a thick literary temperament, was good-looking, and attracted female classmates, so much so that Li Xian couldn't help but start a crazy pursuit on the second day of school.

He could play the erhu, and left a deep impression on everyone with the highly difficult "Erquan Yingyue" at the military training literary performance.

He could also play the ocarina, and even conquered everyone present with an original track "The Original Scenery of the Hometown". Including school leaders, including the big singer Li Lingyu, including all students and the student union, and including herself.

According to what he said himself, he could also play the piano and flute, it was simply...

Even if she was ten thousand times unwilling, she had to admit: when Li Heng blew "The Original Scenery of the Hometown" on the stage, he was the only king during that period, with infinite charm, as if he were the center of the world, attracting everyone's attention.

Up to this point, he was the person with the highest discussion rate among classmates, a "regular guest" in the girls' dormitory pillow talk, and was labeled as a "big handsome guy" and "talented person" by the vast number of Management School girls.

Just like what senior Ye Zhanyan sighed: Li Heng looks comfortable, has a poetic and bookish atmosphere, is multi-talented, and his mouth can speak, he is simply the white horse prince that girls dream of. It's a pity that his family background is too poor.

Heh! Family background is too poor!

If senior Ye knew Li Heng's identity as a great writer, would she immediately take back the sentence "family background is too poor"?

Liu Yue looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above her head, and couldn't help but secretly think: I don't know how many more shining points this guy has? Hearing Li Xian say he has a girl he likes, what does that girl look like? Does her aunt know?

"Ba ba ba!"

"Ba ba ba!"

A Liberation brand car in front honked its horn wildly at Liu Yue, who was wandering in the middle of the road. If she weren't extremely beautiful, the driver would have wanted to curse: not looking at the road when crossing the street, looking for death!

Startled, she immediately accelerated, crossed the road to the opposite side of the street, found a familiar photo studio, and asked the other party to wash out the photos she had just taken.

Around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Yue returned home.

As soon as she entered the door, Huang Xuqing, who had just arranged the food, asked her daughter with concern: "What's wrong with you? Absent-minded?"

"I'm hungry." Liu Yue said.

"If you're hungry, wash your hands and eat, the food is ready, I'll go call your dad." Saying that, Huang Xuqing went to the study to call her husband, who was practicing calligraphy, to come out.

"Dad, why are you at home at this hour?" After washing her hands, Liu Yue asked.

Father Liu said: "Just finished the meeting, have time to rest for a while."

At the dining table, seeing her daughter's absent-minded appearance while eating, Huang Xuqing asked again: "Did you encounter something?"

Father Liu also noticed his daughter's wrongness.

Liu Yue thought for a while, placed the photos she had just washed on the table, and asked them: "Dad, Mom, you look, is the handwriting on this the same?"

Father Liu took the photo and distinguished it: "Same, written by one person."

Huang Xuqing leaned over to take a look: "This handwriting is firm and flexible, very atmospheric, written by a boy?"

Facing her parents' confused eyes, Liu Yue reached out to take the photo, put it in her pocket, continued to eat, and didn't speak.

Huang Xuqing was so angry that she patted her: "What exactly is going on? Hanging me and your dad's appetite?"

Liu Yue still didn't answer, kept adding vegetables and eating, until half a bowl of rice went down, she asked slowly: "Dad, Mom, if a successful woman in her 30s falls in love with a boy under 20, can her parents accept it?"

Huang Xuqing and Father Liu looked at each other: "Everything is fine, why are you asking such strange questions?"

Liu Yue said: "You just say whether you can accept it or not?"

Father Liu shook his head.

Huang Xuqing frowned: "I don't know about other families, but if it were your grandparents, they would definitely break her legs."

When the words reached here, Huang Xuqing didn't forget to add a sentence: "Me too."

Liu Yue ignored her mother's secret words: "I'm only 18."

Huang Xuqing was puzzled: "Then why did you suddenly ask such a question?"

Too many words lead to mistakes. Liu Yue, who had obtained the answer, didn't intend to continue this topic. After finishing the rice at the bottom of the bowl, she asked: "Dad, I see you have been holding "Cultural Hardship" and reading it repeatedly recently, is it really written that well?"

Father Liu nodded with a smile: "Dad has already read it three times, it is indeed extremely good."

Liu Yue asked: "Extremely good? To what extent is extremely good?"

Father Liu thought for a while and said: "Many people in my unit are reading this book, you should read it yourself, you will understand after reading it."

Huang Xuqing interrupted: "Your aunt has read it six or seven times."

"Oh."

Liu Yue said "Oh", pretended to know nothing, and tested: "My aunt hasn't gone to find that great writer recently?"

Hearing this, Huang Xuqing sighed.

Liu Yue and Father Liu looked at her together.

Huang Xuqing said: "That writer December hasn't replied to Zhaoyi for a long time."

Father Liu listened thoughtfully, but didn't comment.

With her thoughts returning, Liu Yue in the classroom remembered everything that happened yesterday, as if it were still in a dream, so unreal.

Glancing at Li Heng on the side, a scene suddenly popped into her mind: Li Heng holding her aunt on the bed, slowly pressing down...

Seeing Liu Yue looking at him with a flushed face, Li Heng wrote on the paper: What kind of look is that? It's scary.

After reading the note, Liu Yue didn't answer the question, picked up a pen and asked: Do you really have a girlfriend?

Li Heng replied: Of course.

Liu Yue wrote: How does she compare to this lady?

Li Heng didn't give a direct answer: The weekend after next, I will bring her over.

Liu Yue tasted the meaning in his words and put the note away.

Yu Shuheng on the podium noticed the movement of the two and shouted: "Liu Yue, answer my question just now."

Liu Yue stood up in a daze. She had gone off-task just now and didn't know what question the teacher had asked at all?

She kicked Li Heng lightly under the table, asking him to help.

Li Heng wrote two big characters on the paper gloatingly: metoo.

Liu Yue slanted her eyes at him coldly and answered the teacher's question in Chinese: "Teacher, sorry, just now I was talking to Li Heng and didn't hear the question clearly, please say it again."

"Hahaha!"

All the classmates burst into laughter.

Li Heng's mouth twitched, this woman really had a bad heart, actually pulling him into the water together.

Sure enough, Yu Shuheng turned to Li Heng with a smile: "Classmate Li Heng, you answer."

Li Heng stood up unwillingly, his face full of depression.

After wandering back and forth between the two for a few times, Yu Shuheng asked meaningfully:

"Every time in class, the two classmates sit together and pass notes, are you talking about feelings?"

Li Heng denied: "No."

Liu Yue said softly: "In contact."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and the classmates in the class burst into laughter again.

Li Heng was speechless, damn it! This girl is rotten to the core.

After sitting down, Li Heng stared at her fiercely with unkind eyes.

Liu Yue sat upright, her eyes full of innocence.

The first and second periods were finished in the smoke of gunpowder. Li Heng wrote: You are ruining my reputation.

Liu Yue replied disdainfully: What is ruining reputation? If you have the ability, sleep with this lady, wouldn't that solidify the reputation?

Li Heng stared at the tiger-wolf words on the paper for a while, and was defeated!

Seeing this, Liu Yue rolled up her sleeves and walked out of the classroom door, with a trace of pleasure and pride hanging on the corner of her eyes.

In her view: to deal with boys like Li Heng who are very popular with girls, one must never play cards according to conventional routines, one cannot foolishly admire and pursue like those girls, otherwise, one will only become one of the countless tail lights without characteristics. To stand out, one must be different and let him feel a sense of freshness and excitement.

It's just that I don't know if my aunt has grasped this essence?

She actually wanted to teach.

But she understood her aunt's temperament; once this matter was poked open, it would be very awkward and embarrassing.

(End of chapter)