"Why should I write a love letter to you? Give me a reason first," Brother Zha spat out lightly, and the burned out cigarette flew out with only the butt left, and landed accurately in a can at the door of the washroom.
Awen gave Brother Zha an ambiguous look and said, "Brother Zha, we are brothers, right?"
Brother Zha nodded and patted Awen on the shoulder: "Good brother,"
Awen couldn't help but feel excited when he saw Brother Zha's expression, thinking that Brother Zha had already agreed, but he forgot that no one could understand Brother Zha's thoughts. Unfathomable is the best way to describe Brother Zha. He smiled and said: "Awen, fill the water tank at the widow's house in the west and I will promise to write you a love letter."
Awen regretted in his heart why Brother Zha made such a joke with him when he came back. This was really shooting a stone in his own foot. It would be better to castrate the widow than to fetch water. He would rather stop thinking about women than do it. That kind of thing was discussed by others, but he didn't know that people's words can be scary and can kill people. He didn't want to walk on campus every day and be pointed at by others behind him.
"Brother Zha, I have real feelings this time, help me once," Awen looked at Brother Zha very seriously. He knew that although Brother Zha made things difficult for him on the surface, he would actually agree. Brother Zha was just being used to playing with him. Just a joke.
Brother Zha looked at Awen sideways and asked, "Where is the girl I saw at Xinghai Lake that night?"
Awen let out a sigh and cursed: "What a shame, that shameless person was with me and even went out to check out a room with another boy. I dumped her."
"When you are young, you think you have seen the sea when you have seen the stream. You think you have fallen in love when you have held your little hand. You think you have traveled all over the earth when you have worn out a pair of straw sandals. You will always experience some things when you are young. Things will mature slowly, and people will mature slowly. Ah Wen, this love saint has been able to achieve what he is today after many years of hard work. Seeing how pitiful you are, I will make an exception and help you." Brother Zha did not forget to hit Ah Wen, and he laughed. I returned to the dormitory and took out a pen and paper.
The next text was written with flying colors. It was really a masterpiece of literary talent that made people cry. Awen felt like he had found a treasure, holding it in both hands, thinking that if he took this love letter to express his love, he would definitely be a great success.
"Brother Zha, thank you very much," Awen decided to buy fireworks, candles, and, yes, Kongming lanterns tomorrow.
The next night, Awen prepared everything and went downstairs to the girls' dormitory. He coquettishly covered his hair with hair gel, wore a neat little suit with a beautiful bow tie, and a pair of newly bought zebra road leather shoes under the street lamp. There were stars shining in the afterglow, holding ninety-nine bright red roses in his hands, surrounded by fireworks and candles to form a double heart. Behind him was a hired band, playing the most beautiful music, and flying on the playground not far away. A huge Kongming lantern was erected, with banners hanging below, all written with famous quotes copied from the Internet.
Just like when Zhang Daniu confessed his love, Awen was also surrounded by onlookers. There is no shortage of such romantic scenes in the university, and every time it is a highly attractive performance for the students. Some people are envious, some are jealous, some support and some criticize constantly, but I have to say that this is indeed a good method, at least girls with low emotional intelligence cannot resist this kind of romantic offensive with money.
The love letter was spread out, with three pages and nearly a thousand words. I really don’t know how Brother Zha could write such a love letter in fifteen minutes. Awen was so excited that he picked up the love letter and began to read aloud: "...I love You, these are the flowers I gave you..." Suddenly, a washbasin was stretched out from a window above Awen's head, and then the basin turned down, and a basin of water fell all over Awen in an instant. , the rose that was just lifted was also beaten to pieces.
Awen turned into a drowned rat. At this time, a voice came from upstairs: "I told you that there was someone downstairs, but you just didn't listen. Look, you just poured the foot-washing water on them."