A Story Unrelated to Love.

No need. Wang Xiangyi suddenly returned to normal and wiped away her tears, saying, "I've cried enough. Don't worry about me, just go home quickly."

I feel really silly, I once foolishly misunderstood Han Xuan in such a infatuated way.

I angrily snatched back my notebook. I can't help but blame that heartless Han Xuan. Who asked him to write the article so well? If his level was just average, wouldn't I have been exposed!

"Hey!" I couldn't help but call out to her and say, "Hey, why are you crying?"

Is this the true face of love?

I am a boy who has been in poor health since childhood. In the first year of junior high school, I had to drop out for a year due to health reasons. During that year, it was always Teacher Tong who made up classes for me. Because of this, Teacher Tong always missed appointments with his girlfriend and ended up breaking up. In order to help Teacher Tong save his relationship, I imitated his handwriting and wrote a passionate love letter to his girlfriend, Wang Xiangyi. Just when I was undecided whether to send that letter, I met you. My intuition tells me that you are a trustworthy friend. My intuition is very powerful, isn't it? In order to help Teacher Tong save his relationship, I imitated his handwriting and wrote a passionate love letter to his girlfriend, Wang Xiangyi. Just when I was undecided whether to send that letter, I met you. My intuition tells me that you are a trustworthy friend. My intuition is very powerful, isn't it?

The library card was obtained a long time ago, but this is my first time using it. It feels brand new when I touch it. I felt a little embarrassed taking it out and borrowed several relevant books. As soon as I sat down, I found the boy opposite me very familiar. Upon careful thought, I almost jumped up. Isn't he the one who asked me to deliver the letter that day?

I'll consider it. I pretended to hesitate, but in fact, I had already agreed to this condition in my heart.

I have a condition. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I would like to ask you to find out who Wang Xiangyi is currently with, can you do that?"

Are you tall?

"Go home and cry." I said, "It's not good for others to see you."

"Then wait for me," he said. But he suddenly changed his mind and said, "My home is not far from here. Wait for me to go back and get my composition book."

I immediately turned my anger into joy, afraid that he would regret it, and quickly flashed a sweet smile at him. He was stunned for a moment, and his face blushed again. I secretly laughed in my heart. It's incredible that he dared to pursue the beautiful senior student named Wang Xiangyi with just a little self-control.

Many days have passed again. It was a windy morning in autumn, and the yellow leaves were dancing outside the window. Qianqing handed me a letter, and as soon as I saw the words on the envelope, I knew who it was from!

No thanks were given!

Hey. Now I am happy, "Let me copy it, anyway we are not in the same school, it doesn't matter."

It's him.

I rang the doorbell of room 402 with infinite curiosity. A big sister around twenty years old opened the door. She was very beautiful, especially her eyes, which were even more beautiful than Kelly Chen's. I was almost stunned and it took me a long time to react and say, "Excuse me, is there someone named Wang Xiangyi here?"

But I couldn't help going there on the weekend. However, I didn't wait for Han Xuan. In the following two weekends, I didn't wait for him either. When I returned the last book in my hand, I suddenly found it funny. What am I doing here? What is there to wait for? Han Xuan and I are just two strangers, two unrelated boys and girls. Maybe he has long forgotten who An Ran is.

Okay. I promised him, "I guarantee to complete the task."

Is this Building 3, Unit 2 in Sea Star Community?

Enron :.

The essay is not bad either. "He said arrogantly," It's this essay about "My Reading of Harry Potter". The teacher gave me the highest score. You can refer to it, but it's better not to copy it entirely. Next week at this time, I will come to the library again. You can return it to me then. " Look at him, he thinks he's Han Han!

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked curiously.

My name is Anran. "I am pleased to meet you," I said openly.

He left with a thousand thanks and ten thousand apologies, reluctant to part and constantly looking back.

It seems that he is not stupid. I nodded and said, "You guessed it completely."

Time is like a fast-moving wheel, in the blink of an eye, spring has completely passed, and half of the summer has also passed. That night, when I went downstairs to take out the trash, as soon as I reached the ground floor, I heard someone sobbing. As I focused my attention, I realized it was none other than the beauty, Wang Xiangyi.

My question seems difficult. Qianqing was stunned for a while and didn't say anything.

I have been unhappy for many, many days.

I stood at her door with some dissatisfaction, making a face at the tightly closed door. Ah, beautiful women always look down on people. I spent the whole evening thinking about that boy. He looks about the same age as me, maybe fifteen or sixteen at most. I think he must have been deeply infatuated with that pretty sister named Wang Xiangyi, so he wrote a love letter but didn't dare to give it to her in person. It's really pitiful. I spent the whole evening thinking about that boy. He looks about the same age as me, maybe fifteen or sixteen at most. I think he must have been deeply infatuated with that pretty sister named Wang Xiangyi, so he wrote a love letter but didn't dare to give it to her in person. It's really pitiful.

I thought about it and said confidently, "No, I won't wear it."

However, when I returned home and thought about Qianqing's words alone, I felt a little scared. I don't know what I'm afraid of, but my heart is flustered. I decided not to go to the library anymore. It's just a strange boy. Forget it, what's the big deal!

He suddenly turned red in the face, not at all like those shameless boys in our class. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt sympathy for him, and then I blurted out, "Alright."

"Han Xuan?" Wang Xiangyi thought for a moment and said, "Who is Han Xuan?"

Why are you so good to me? I looked at him cautiously.

Unfortunately, I can no longer help you. When you receive this letter, I will be in a hospital in Beijing, waiting for a surgery that is crucial to my life.

Forget it! I have a crooked mouth, and I don't like asking boys to do things

"No, that won't do," Wang Xiangyi said, "There are people at my home." After talking to her, she cried less intensely, and I quickly suggested, "Then let's go to that corner over there, it's too crowded here."

He glanced at me, but surprisingly, he did not recognize me and lowered his head again

However, the teacher did not give me a high score; instead, she wrote a line of small words beside it that made me blush: "Please approach each essay with a serious attitude; an essay reflects the writer! Please rewrite!"

I would like to ask if Wang Xiangyi lives in 402 here

I walked upstairs holding that letter. The letter was quite thick, and it seemed to contain a greeting card or something similar. I glanced at it; the handwriting on the envelope was very elegant, but there was no signature. I live on the sixth floor, and I had never known that there was a female middle school student named Wang Xiangyi on the fourth floor. I speculated that she must be a middle school student, and it was uncertain whether she was in the same class as that peculiar boy. Alternatively, they could be pen pals or online friends. I live on the sixth floor, and I had never known that there was a female middle school student named Wang Xiangyi on the fourth floor. I speculated that she must be a middle school student, and it was uncertain whether she was in the same class as that peculiar boy. Alternatively, they could be pen pals or online friends

Someone asked me to deliver a letter to you I handed her the letter and said I live on the sixth floor

What a coincidence, it can almost be said that it was a blessing from heaven! That day when I returned home, I saw Wang Xiangyi. She was standing at the entrance of the community, holding hands with a very handsome boy, eating stinky tofu and smiling sweetly while eating. I rushed home to call Han Xuan and told him my latest intelligence. He anxiously asked me: "Is that boy wearing glasses?"

I originally thought that my letter had no effect, but recently I received a call from Teacher Tong, who told me that his girlfriend has returned to his side, all because of that letter, which made her realize what true love is

I believe he must be feeling quite sad, but I do not know what comforting words to say to him, so I had no choice but to hurriedly hang up the phone

She laughed cheerfully, patted my head, and said: "Goodbye, little sister"

I will no longer go to the library. Several times I picked up the phone, yet I did not dial that number that I had memorized so well in my mind. I may not be exceptional, but I have always been a girl with a strong sense of pride. Since I am not in someone else's heart, why should I make things difficult for myself? At least I can applaud my own nonchalance in my heart. However, every day when I pass by Wang Xiangyi's door, I still think of him. I may not be exceptional, but I have always been a girl with a strong sense of pride. Since I am not in someone else's heart, why should I make things difficult for myself? At least I can applaud my own nonchalance in my heart. However, every day when I pass by Wang Xiangyi's door, I still think of him. It is just a fleeting moment; once I have thought of it, I do not allow myself to think any further.

Who

At this moment, he remembered. With a sudden realization, he exclaimed, "Oh, it's you. Thank you for that day."

In the evening, I lay on the bed reading his composition. I must say, his writing is truly impressive. It is rich in adjectives and has a certain flair; I could never produce anything like that, no matter what. I felt a bit envious of him, thinking that he must have honed this skill by writing love letters, just like the saying goes about sour grapes. However, I was quite happy; with his help, I didn't have to stay up late biting my pen tonight. I copied his article word for word, and the next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and was the first to submit my homework to the class representative. However, I was quite happy; with his help, I didn't have to stay up late biting my pen tonight. I copied his article word for word, and the next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and was the first to submit my homework to the class representative

Hello! Can you wait a moment? He ran over to me, and it was evident that he was even more nervous than I was, as his nose was covered in beads of sweat

Your friend: Han Xuan

"That's right." He buried his head and took out a letter from his backpack, saying: "Could you please help me deliver this letter to Wang Xiangyi in room 402? I know this is a bit abrupt, but really, could you do me this favor?" He was so nervous that he stuttered while speaking

When I returned the notebook to him, I said the same thing. He laughed gleefully and said, "Did I not ask you to take inspiration? Who told you to copy it verbatim?"

The teacher's meaning is very clear; my essay is plagiarized, and I cannot reach such a high standard

Hello, long time no see. Do you still go to the library? Are you still troubled by every essay you have to write?

I playfully cleared my throat. He looked up at me again, and seeing his still bewildered expression, I couldn't help but quietly ask him: "Did Wang Xiangyi reply to you?"

"We just wrote it," he said, "the teachers all follow the same pattern"

"It's nothing, perhaps I remembered it wrong." I bid farewell to Wang Xiangyi and walked upstairs, feeling a sense of suffocation in my heart. She did not know for whom she was crying sorrowfully, not even remembering Han Xuan's name.

Very tall, I said, and then added, He is also very handsome

Ah? I said, "How could I possibly know that?"

Qianqing and the others are luckier than I am, as they can search online. Since my family bought a house, in my mother's words: "The economy has been in a state of weakness." The matter of the computer will have to be placed on the agenda for next year. I can only dejectedly go to the library.

Han Xuan fell silent over there

He smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, and then said: "However, there is one thing that is unfair"

I dare say this is the third time I have seen him; the previous two times also seemed to be at this hour. Upon seeing me, he quickly turned his head away, pretending to gaze at the sky. I ignored him, but just as my foot stepped onto the first stair, a strange voice called out from behind: "Hey!"

"You need to find a way," he said, "You must promise me that from now on, I will take care of all your essays, ensuring that you will no longer worry about them."

I miss you, my friend. I wish you all the best and hope that we have the opportunity to meet again!

"That's me." She said with a smile, looking at me, "Is there something you need?"

"You make me want to cry," Wang Xiangyi said, "I really want to cry."

"Are you writing Harry Potter?" He glanced at the book in my hand and then asked

What is the matter

"Love letter?" I asked him somewhat jokingly

I still do not know your name

I can hardly wait to open it

"Alright," I said without any hesitation, "but let's make it clear: I help you once, you help me once, and we won't owe each other anything."

Qianqing said that I have depression. Then she cautiously brought up Han Xuan in front of me and asked how he is doing now. I said I don't know, and after that, I asked Qianqing: Is it true that boys and girls cannot have genuine friendship?

I spent an entire night writing a reply to Han Xuan, and then I spent another three nights folding paper cranes for him. As I folded, I recalled the question I once asked Qianqing, and I believe I have clearly understood the answer.

Truly heartless

Pah! I spit on her, Faye Wong is my idol, and I do not wish to hear more about her sorrows

It is Han Xuan

On Sunday, I went to the youth reading room of the library, hoping to find some materials related to "Harry Potter." Recently, "Harry Potter" has become quite popular in our class. That's how our class is; whatever is popular, everyone follows suit, whether it's the PalaPala dance, F4, or Jimi's comic books. Anyone who cannot participate in the extracurricular discussions will be laughed at mercilessly. As a result, the teacher has now required each of us to write a reflection on reading "Harry Potter," with a minimum of 3,000 words, and it must include our unique thoughts. Isn't this going to be the end of me!

"Yes," I said, "this young lady is currently troubled by an essay."

Such a boy is truly rare

Thank you very much! He slightly bowed to me and said, "Please make sure to deliver it to her personally, alright?"

Is it possible? After hearing this, Qianqing completely agreed with my view, stating like a relationship expert: "What I am least optimistic about is the relationship between older sisters and younger brothers, just like that of Wang Fei and Xie Tingfeng. Even without Zhang Bixing, a breakup is inevitable."

Neurotic. I am too lazy to argue with her

Yes, I said

I don't know! I shook my head and said. I am not deceiving him; this is the house of the development company. Our family has moved here for almost six months, yet I don't even know the surname of the neighbor across the door.

"Wait a moment," he called out to me, saying, "Let me explain to you how to write it, and then you can write it in your own words. This will definitely work. Do you understand?"

She looked up at me and suddenly stepped forward, embracing me and bursting into tears. I was taken aback and awkwardly patted her, saying, "Oh dear, don't cry, don't cry, just tell me what's wrong."

By the time I returned after throwing out the trash, she was still there, crying incessantly

Isn't that inappropriate? he said

Forget it, I said, "Count me as unfortunate, I will go home and write something aimlessly."

Handshake

However, I often mention Han Xuan in front of Qianqing, talking about what clothes he wore that day and how he walks. The books he recommended to me are so interesting, and the articles he wrote are so entertaining. Once I finish speaking, Qianqing looks at me nervously and says: "It's over, Anran, you must be in love with him! The person you often talk about must be the one you care about the most. This is an unchanging truth throughout the ages."

Therefore, I must write a letter to thank you

So it is like this

I did not expect to encounter that boy again

I find her to be quite erratic, but seeing that she genuinely seems a bit sad, I refrained from saying anything to her. However, I unexpectedly blurted out a phrase that surprised even myself: "Do you still remember Han Xuan?"

However, for some reason, I have come to enjoy going to the library every Saturday. I often arrive very early, sitting in that old spot, waiting for the familiar sound of footsteps to approach, and for him to smile and nod at me. I then smile and hand him the essay topic for the week, and wait for him to write the outline and return it to me. The library has many books, and during the waiting time, I browse through them, gradually beginning to feel the joy of reading. Sometimes we walk out of the library together, exchanging a few trivial words. He recommends many good books for me to read and tells me that his greatest dream is to become a writer. However, he will not speak about Wang Xiangyi; he does not mention it, and of course, I will not either. I have seen Wang Xiangyi change several boyfriends, but I have not said anything.

I did not shake hands with him; it does not matter much to me, but I am mainly concerned that his face might turn as red as a pig's liver again

It seems he is unwilling to answer my question. Moreover, the teacher in the reading room is already glaring at me, so I have no choice but to obediently close my mouth and bury myself in my book. I flipped through several books quickly, yet I found not a trace of inspiration. I can barely manage to write a lyrical narrative, but when it comes to argumentative essays, I have no idea how to start. The usually charming "Harry Potter" has turned into an annoying little black dot, jumping around in front of me, eluding my grasp. I couldn't help but sigh in frustration and kicked the reading table in anger. He sensed it, and when he looked up at me again, our eyes met, and he suddenly spoke: "Are you having some trouble?"

"A boy," I shrugged and said, "he gave it to me and just walked away. Boys are all so thoughtless, aren't they?"

Having spoken, the door gently closed.

I enjoy this kind of weather, where I can go without an umbrella but also do not have to worry about catching a cold. The distant sky is a dark yellow, lightly adorned with bright white, resembling the background of an oil painting that I like. After breaking up with Qianqing, I walked home at a leisurely pace, and then I saw him. He is a rather delicate young man, even somewhat slender, wearing a True Religion sweater, standing by the flower bed in front of my apartment building. After breaking up with Qianqing, I walked home at a leisurely pace, and then I saw him. He is a rather delicate young man, even somewhat slender, wearing a True Religion sweater, standing by the flower bed in front of my apartment building

Qianqing snatched my composition book away, and after reading the comments, she said to me in a very sympathetic tone: "Copying also requires skill. I just copy from the internet, but you see, the teacher didn't notice at all. At least I haven't fallen to the tragic fate of having to rewrite it!"

I waited for him at the entrance of the library. He indeed arrived quickly, riding a sports car, clearly not wanting me to wait too long. I gratefully accepted the notebook he handed me, and now I finally knew his name; he is Han Xuan. I sincerely said: "Han Xuan, your handwriting is quite good."

However, I am also very happy for Teacher Tong; he is truly a kind-hearted person and deserves to have a beautiful wife

I could not help but dial Han Xuan's home phone number, and they clearly informed me that I had dialed the wrong number. I desperately tried to recall that number, believing it to be correct. I called again, and that woman hung up the phone angrily.