C4

In the Mahua City, Wen Bufan was also known as "Vast Ocean" and "Eliminating Mount Wu" in the eyes of boys, and there had always been a lack of suitors.

However, Wen Bufan did not spare a glance at the fair-faced man in front of him. So the cold beauty, the rose with thorns, this nickname is like the shadow following the shadow.

Wen Bufan's book would often have a small note stuck inside: Wen Bufan, I love you! — — Zhou XX

Wen Bufan, ever since I first met you, my heart has been strongly shocked by you …

But the brown sugar is a person of character, when the mood is good, to everyone face sunshine, when the heart is dispirited, capture who's life is not easy. Therefore, when she looked bad, everyone would quickly avoid her, so as to avoid provoking anger.

It was just that there was a boy in the class, yet he liked to go against Hong Jia.

That day, brown sugar came to the classroom, full of unhappiness. Last night, the teacher had given her homework and forgot to do it. The students in the front row kept talking about the TV show they watched last night, which made her very annoyed.

"This is a classroom, we should go to the teahouse!" Red Sugar said loudly, slapping the table.

"We're not going to the teahouse, just want to talk about it here. What about it?" This Tian Weidong fellow tilted his head with a face full of ridicule.

"Get out, get out and talk! Concussive! " Red Sugar said angrily while pointing at the door.

"On what basis? If you want me to leave, then leave. Who do you think you are? " Tian Weidong snorted and shook his student's head, pretending to shrug his shoulders.

"Dong Zi, forget it. We men won't fight with you, so don't lower yourself to her level!" the tablemate advised.

"If it were gentler? I might even let her, a girl so fierce, I wouldn't eat that. " Tian Weidong was like a general who had just won, he laughed and said, and secretly looked at Hong Jia.

Hong Mo's face turned green. "Gentle to you? What virtue or ability do you have? Who are you to me? How great do you think you are? "He looks just like a silly pig …"

"Tch, you think you're so pretty? It was just an image of a girl advertising various brands! "You think everyone in the world wants to surround you just because you have a little bit of stinky money? Ah! Pfft! This daddy won't let you go!" Tian Weidong sarcastically said.

Tian Weidong was so angry that his anger flared up. He stood up from his seat, grabbed his homework book and threw it outside the window with all his might. Right at that moment, his teacher came in.

Hong Jia shouted loudly: "Tian Weidong, get it back here!"

Tian Weidong sat there without moving, gloating while tilting his head to look at the angry Hong Jia.

Wen Bufan quickly ran out to help Hong Jia retrieve her homework. The moment her teacher arrived, everyone quietened down.

Hong Jia cursed Tian Weidong repeatedly in her heart. From then on, the two became enemies and did not get along with each other. Furthermore, they started to mock each other as soon as they met.

"F * ck! In this lifetime, laozi will never eat brown sugar, only white sugar, hahaha!" Tian Weidong purposely said complacently in front of Hong Jia.

"Baldy Tian, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. No one has ever seen such a narrow-minded and despicable person like you. You are despicable and shameless. Your limbs are crippled and your brain is simple. Red Sugar replied fiercely.

"Everyone be careful in the future. The result of provoking Tang Hongguo is — being cursed at like this." Wen Bufan concluded.

The whole class burst into laughter. Hong Jia also laughed, she did not expect the cold beauty Wen Bufan to have a humorous side to her.

Tian Weidong could only laugh and shake his head.

Wen Bufan had met two netizens before. Ever since she had met these two netizens, she had made up her mind not to meet any netizens, and had changed her name to: "Never see each other again."

No matter how good the other person was or how curious he was, he refused to meet anyone who asked to see her, whether it was the person who asked for the photo or the person who asked for it.

Wen Bufan carefully modified the article she wrote and sent it to the daily newspaper on Mahua City, following Canghai's suggestion.

And this article allowed Wen Bufan to obtain the first prize for her writing in Mahua City High School. After a few more articles, Wen Bufan once again received praise, which further solidified her desire to see a drop in the ocean.

On the day that she saw a drop of water in the ocean, Wen Bufan woke up early and washed herself meticulously. A ponytail or a long shawl? The former was pure, while the latter was enchanting. Wen Bufan thought about it again and again, and found it hard to make a decision, whether she should try it again, or not. She took out a purple short sleeved shirt from the wardrobe and put it on, and then wore a pair of black hot pants. Looking in the mirror, she smiled sweetly, intoxicated with her own face.

Arriving at a pre-arranged western restaurant, Wen Bufan looked around at the surrounding men and women, and immediately saw a bald middle-aged man holding a Bible. When Wen Bufan saw this man, she felt extremely disappointed, which was very different from what she had imagined.

Wasn't he just eighteen years old? This way, I'm thirty-eight years old and not one bit younger. No wonder they didn't want to see me! His chubby face was plastered with smiles, but there were pairs of fish-tailed eyes and a big nose. His big mouth showed the ruthlessness of a mature man.

When he thought about it, Wen Bufan's face reddened. At this time, Canghai also saw her, and he embarrassedly coughed twice before he smiled and said: "You are Wen Bufan? Young lady, are you disappointed? You are so young. I've always thought that after meeting you, I might cause you to be disappointed … Hahaha, actually, in the internet world, age can be virtual, appearance can be illusory, and once you come into contact with a real person, the colorful soap bubbles in your fantasy might burst … Hahaha. However, you are lucky, I am not a bad person either. "

He shook his head at the sight of a girl of sixteen or seventeen, and thought directly of what Aileen had said — 'It's clean and unstained, not dirty but green, straight and straight, clear and pleasant; it's a sight to behold but not to be scoffed at …' If I were to marry early, my child would be so old, and it's so good to be young!

Wen Bufan discussed literature and ideals with him, the two of them interacting extremely happily. He was extremely confident that as long as he wanted, she could make Wen Bufan fall in love with her talent for no reason.

But he didn't want to do it. He was a man of faith, he was a man of the Bible, and he didn't want to be a criminal.

Wen Bufan could not remember how she walked home at that time with a hint of excitement. Or was it a sense of loss? Perhaps it was because she had never been so calm before, but she had a whole new level of understanding towards the internet. After that, she said something else.

In any case, the first meeting had shaken her to the core, and her curiosity about a drop in the ocean had sunk, and a drop in the ocean had faded from her sight.

One day, a drop in the ocean actually removed her from the netizens, she was especially depressed. He felt a bit regretful thinking, wasn't it better to be a literary friend? Back then, he had written such an interesting sentence to instruct him on how to write, but now, since meeting him, he had nothing to say. Was this what people often said about dying in broad daylight? But he was still a good mentor and friend to him. He had helped him a lot, but didn't that mean that literature had no boundaries?