Chapter 3
Moments later, Xu Renran sent over a Weibo link. Hu Po quickly clicked on it
Below the text is a photograph, depicting a piece of stationery. On the white letterhead, several lines are written: "The weather today is very nice, and there are many people flying kites in the square by the lake. I also flew one, and I wrote your name on it. Gu Xun, I like you, the wind knows, the clouds know, do you know?"
Indeed, this is her second love letter: a small note with four digits written on it, tucked inside a small Xinhua dictionary. It remains unsigned.
You will know once you go and take a look. I will send you the address
She supported her forehead, my goodness, it really could be his alias. Because her surname is Hu
Xu Renran inexplicably smiled and said: "Isn't it a thousand times better than the love letter you wrote?"
Fu Zhao tugged at his tie haphazardly while speaking
After the flower house was built, she successively bought several batches of flowers from the flower market to nurture. After the butterfly orchids, begonia, and peonies withered one after another, she gave up the act of cruelly destroying flowers and only tended to the hardiest plants like spider plants and pothos. However, the one plant she persistently continued to care for without giving up was the night-blooming cereus
I have finished watching it
Fu Zhao, young and impetuous, acted without discretion and "accidentally" taught a lesson to the obsessive suitor who was relentlessly pursuing her, resulting in a fractured forearm
Fu Zhao sat down on the bamboo chair and unfastened the button of his collar, "Sell all your stocks as soon as the market opens tomorrow"
Fu Zhao stroked his chin and asked, "Do you still remember Li Suhang?"
The second Weibo post of Seek is: The second love letter
Fu Zhao left the company, and it was still relatively early. The air was unusually good, with the night sky adorned with the moon and stars
The second photo is of an open dictionary, page 522, with the character "I" circled in pencil. The third photo is of an open dictionary, page 532, with the character "like" circled in pencil. The fourth photo is of an open dictionary, page 199, with the character "happy" circled in pencil. The fifth photo is of an open dictionary, page 362, with the character "you" circled in pencil
Fu Zhao felt deflated, "How did you know it was me?"
She carefully lifted the blooming night-blooming cereus, and unconsciously, another hand holding the flower surfaced in her mind
Why? Amber does not understand. Recently, the market has been thriving, and the index has been soaring. Her stocks are performing well, so why sell them?
Amber pointed to a flowerpot beside her and said, "I am waiting to see the night-blooming cereus"
Just as I was thinking, my phone rang. It was a call from Xu Renran, who asked me: "Have you finished reading Hu Lancheng's love letters?"
You see, confessing one's feelings is actually of little use. Li Suhang has confessed to you hundreds of times, and you are utterly annoyed by him. It is better to confirm that the other person likes you before confessing; otherwise, the outcome could be even worse, and it is better not to say anything at all
The road leading to the eastern suburbs is wide and spacious. The car speeds along, covering a journey that usually takes forty minutes in just fifteen minutes. Upon seeing that a room on the far east side of the second floor is lit, Fu Zhao knows that Hu Po has returned today
We talked all night long, and just as we held hands, dawn was approaching. At that moment, the light above suddenly turned on with a pop, quite fitting for the occasion
This question has not yet been fully understood, a waft of unusual fragrance approaches, the night-blooming cereus she has been waiting for has blossomed
He paused for a moment, then quietly ascended to the rooftop. The rooftop had originally been just a place for drying clothes, but seven years ago, Amber suddenly developed a passion for gardening, and Hu Xiang had someone transform the rooftop into a glass greenhouse. As he stepped onto the last few steps, a faint scent of mosquito repellent wafted towards him
Amber retorted, "You have never seen the love letters I wrote."
From childhood to adulthood, he has never won a bet against her. He remembers when she was six years old, during the Spring Festival, when he visited her home, and her father prepared a large feast. She claimed that she could guess what the dishes were even with her eyes closed. He was skeptical and made a bet with her, resulting in him losing all of his New Year's money that year. Of course, in the following years, he never won a single bet against her.
"Bah, you are the dog." Amber turned her face and sat up from the lounge chair
Fu Zhao did not deny it, casting her a sidelong glance, "Oh, so you are not as foolish as I imagined."
The Weibo username is Seek. Upon seeing this, Hu Po felt a chill in her heart. Seek means to search or seek, and it is homophonic with the word 'xun'. The profile picture is actually the same photo she just saw in the magazine. Looking again at the personal introduction, there are only four simple words: 'A body in the tiger's embrace'
The top floor was unlit, and the faint moonlight and starlight filtered through the transparent glass roof, illuminating the several pots of plants of varying heights, which were lush and thriving. A figure, resembling a small cat, lay sideways on a bamboo chair, with the screen of the mobile phone in hand emitting a glow
Fu Zhao nonchalantly fiddled with the flower bud, asking, "Will it bloom today like this?"
Fu Zhao glared at her with an incomprehensible expression, saying, "I wonder who will be able to tolerate your obsessive-compulsive disorder in the future"
What is the matter
"There is no need to look; just a whiff is enough to know." Recently, she has become sensitive to masculine scents, and she can tell who it is just by smelling a familiar person.
Gritting my teeth, I continued to read on
"It is precisely because I have seen it that I want you to take a look at others' work; learn from it in the future." Xu Renran was already laughing so hard on the phone that she was breathless, "Gu Xiaojun discovered her brother's alternate Weibo account and showed it to me. You have no idea, I laughed at your love letter for an entire day. This is unacceptable; you owe me one hundred facial masks, as I have laughed so much that I have wrinkles now"
Amber flicked her bangs and made a funny face
Tall and fair-skinned yet not lacking in delicacy, he is a rare beauty among men. Unfortunately, last summer I hardly had the chance to touch him, and there will be no opportunities in the future. What a pity
Amber threw her phone, and with a bang, her flushed face collided against her knee.
Gu Xun glanced and said, "Let me see you write with your left hand"
She was taken aback at that moment; how did he know that she could write with her left hand? She had originally planned to deny it to the death, but Gu Xun seemed to anticipate her reaction and calmly said, "I knew from the first time I saw you that you could write with your left hand"
Thus, the meaning of this second love letter, which is a small torn piece of paper with four digits written on it, is: I like you
He ascended the stairs quietly and stopped at the doorway of the room on the east side. The off-white door was slightly ajar, leaving a gap wide enough for a palm, just revealing a crescent-shaped warm yellow wall lamp beside the door. He gently tapped twice with his fingers, but there was no sound from within. Upon pushing the door open, he found that the room was empty.
Amber was very curious: "When did you start to be interested in these things?"
She reflected for a long time afterward before recalling that she had indeed written in front of him the first time they met. She had long since lost the impression of whether it was with her left hand or right hand, and she never expected that he would still remember it after seven years.
Being close to a tiger's kiss... ? ... How dangerous is it to date her? Hmm. ? I can't believe such a word was used.
Fu Zhao's footsteps came to a halt as he turned to look at her
"It will definitely open tonight," Amber said, excitedly blinking her eyes. "Shall we make a bet?"
You do not understand," Fu Zhao displayed an expression that suggested he did not want to say much to a child, and waved his hand, saying, "If you refuse, you won't even be able to be friends.
Xu Renran said, "Look how beautifully this love letter is written, just like a bowl of refreshing sour soup noodles..." Since hosting "A Taste of S City," Xu Renran's metaphors have always had a unique flavor
"Hmph, I have always been very clever," Amber said, pouting. "You have hidden your feelings of secret admiration in a convoluted manner. If Qiao Anqi were to discover it, that would truly be a surprise. If I were you, I would just confess directly; what is the use of all this hiding and concealing?"
Xu Renran finished speaking intermittently, and Hu Po was already sweating profusely, anxiously asking: "What Weibo?"
"It's for someone. Remember to take a picture, and it's fine if it's a bit expensive." After saying this, he stood up and, as if soothing a small dog, gently patted her forehead with his hand and ruffled her hair a couple of times.
The day after tomorrow, there will be an auction at the Mo Xiang Society, and there is a painted fan that you should help me bid on. At that time, Xu Zhengrong will come to pick you up to go together
It turned out to be a gift for someone. After a brief deduction, Hu Po understood what was going on and chuckled softly, sighing, "How infatuated."
After Fu Zhao finished speaking, the person had already gone downstairs
I wonder what the windowsill you often gaze at the sky from looks like now, and who is leaning by the window singing.
Below the text are still photos, but this time there are five.
Trust your intuition. After rising for such a long time, it is time for an adjustment. Even in a bull market, it cannot be this crazy
He later accepted her pursuit; there should be no troubles, right
What kind of childish and shameful idea could possibly have been conceived, oh God
You are a dog
Amber, stroking her chin, suddenly realized a question. Did her fierce pursuit and confession last year cause any distress to Gu Xun
The first photo features a small dictionary and a small note together. The dictionary is an ordinary Xinhua dictionary, and the note is also a regular piece of white paper, on which four digits are written: 522532199362
The amber smile was narrow: "But if you don't say it, we can only ever be friends."
Fu Zhao's gaze fell upon the hexagonal purple clay pot beside the bamboo chair, where a slender flower bud emerged from the branches and leaves, curving upward. If memory serves correctly, this is the seventh night-blooming cereus she has cultivated, as the previous six have all withered away. Remarkably, this seventh cereus is quite resilient, growing over one meter tall with lush foliage, and it has surprisingly not perished. Even more astonishing is that it has actually begun to bud.
At this moment, the only thing she felt fortunate about was that last summer she had only written two anonymous love letters, which were discovered by Gu Xun. As for how he found out that those two anonymous letters were written by her, it has always remained a mystery
Amber is reading a WeChat message sent to her by Xu Renran, which contains a love letter written by Hu Lancheng to Zhang Ailing
A year later, seeing this, Amber felt a shiver of embarrassment, realizing that this sentiment and the illustrations in the book were indeed poorly written... Can it even be compared to Hu Lancheng?
The Weibo account has been inactive for a year, with only a sparse two posts.
You have a remarkable memory, you still remember his name. She did not want to hear that name at all, it was simply the most unpleasant memory of her beautiful youth
Fu Zhao waited leisurely for Amber to scream in fright or roll off the lounge chair. To his surprise, she did neither; she didn't even turn her head, calmly saying: "Fu Zhao, you've been playing this scary trick for ten years, aren't you tired of it yet"
Fu Zhao slapped her on the forehead and said fiercely: "Bet your head."
That day, Gu Xun placed a piece of paper in front of her and asked her to write his name to see. At that moment, she was quite pleased with her own cleverness, writing a love letter with her left hand, and then pretended to be calm as she wrote a few characters with her right hand to show Gu Xun
Why five pieces instead of six? Six pieces arranged neatly in two rows would look much better. Don't you think it looks unbalanced with five pieces missing a corner?
Fu Zhaodao: "I will be going on a business trip to Beijing early tomorrow morning. Please help me with something."
This is a person who is very afraid of mosquito bites, as their skin is so sensitive that even a single bite from a mosquito can cause a large red bump to appear
Fu Zhao hummed, "That was the first time I sent someone to the police station, of course I remember it"
After eight years of hard work, I have finally nurtured a blooming night-blooming cereus with my own hands, and the joy I feel is truly beyond words
Indeed, it is the first love letter she wrote to him last year, secretly and without a signature
Having an older brother is truly wonderful. Hu Po quickly flattered, smiling sweetly like a puff pastry that melts in the mouth
Fu Zhao stood in front of a phoenix tail bamboo, looking down at her and asked, "Are you here feeding mosquitoes?"
The amber eyes fixed intently on his tie. After a moment of restraint, she could no longer help but reach out, pulling his crooked and twisted tie back into place, aligning it neatly in the center of his shirt. Subsequently, she revealed a very satisfied expression
The first Weibo post is: The first love letter
Amber smiled gently: "The painted fan is a gift for Mr. Gu, isn't it?"