An Impossible to Reject Confession

    Xu Youyou still didn't sleep well that night.

    In the first half of the night, because she slept too much during the day, she couldn't sleep at night. In the second half of the night, she finally got a little sleepy, but she woke up after sleeping for a while. Thinking that she can go to school at dawn and see Qiao Mu when she goes to school, she simply stopped sleeping, wrapped herself in a quilt and played with her mobile phone on the bed all night, planning to go to school the next day to make up for her sleep. So much so that when he walked into the classroom the next day, he finally recovered a little **** face yesterday, and was as pale as ever again.

    Besides the arbor, the only person in the class who was familiar with Xu Youyou was Bai Yi who helped pour the water yesterday. Bai Yi was startled when he saw Xu Youyou about to go into the ground: "What's wrong with you, your face is so ugly?"

    "I didn't sleep well last night." Xu Youyou sat down and asked Qiaomu, "Is Qiaomu here?"

    "Not yet, Qiaomu usually picks it up." Bai Yi glanced at the clock hanging in the back of the classroom and said, "There are ten minutes left."

    Is it what the study committee should do? Fortunately, she came to school early in the morning and waited.

    "Bai Yi, did you do your chemistry homework yesterday? Borrow me to copy it." A classmate came from the next group to ask Bai Yi for the workbook.

    "Then you borrow me to copy the math." Bai Yi readily handed over his workbook and put forward his own appeal.

    "I'll copy the homework first, and I'll have to hand it in for self-study later." Bai Yi said and went back to copy the homework.

      The other students felt hot.

    Xu Youyou was so uncomfortable, she simply put the hat of the sweater directly on her head, which made it feel better. She just lay on her stomach. I don't know how long it took, and her body gradually warmed up. Xu Youyou's heart moved, and she turned her head to look at the door.

    At the door, Qiao Mu carried a schoolbag on one shoulder and walked into the classroom on the bell of the class.

    Qiaomu in his youth was a puffy-looking boy with a medium stature and inconspicuous, but at this moment, Xu Youyou only felt that he was incomparably tall, facing the light, step by step, carrying All the warmth in the world went to her.

    It's coming.

    "Good morning." Xu Youyou waved her hands excitedly, her watery eyes sparkling like a lake in the afternoon.

    The girl's joy was too direct, Qiao Mu was stunned, not knowing how to react for a while.

    "Sit down, the self-study class begins." Xu Youyou got up to make room for Qiaomu.

    Self-study started early, and the representatives of each subject began to collect homework. Everyone who came to Xu Youyou was sent back by the girl who did not do it for granted. The representatives of each subject and the new transfer student were not familiar with each other, and left without saying anything.

    Even Qiao Mu, who also served as the representative of the math class, did not urge Xu Youyou to hand in the math homework.

    "Just finished copying, here it is." Bai Yi didn't hide his behavior of copying his homework at all, and turned around and gave the homework book to Qiaomu.

    Qiao Mu did not speak, and silently took the homework book and put it aside, planning to wait for the remaining two students to hand it over to Teacher Song.

    "Hey, why is there a Chinese textbook here?" Bai Yi picked up a book on the ground, flipped it over, turned around and asked Xu Youyou, "This is your Chinese textbook."

    Xu Youyou took it over and turned it over, and said not very sure: "It should be."

      Still the first.

    "I only got it yesterday, and I haven't had time to recognize it yet."

    "Also, only your textbook is brand new in the whole class, but why don't you even write a name?" Bai Yi said.

    "You all write your names?" Xu Youyou asked.

    "Of course, everyone's books are the same. If you get confused, it will be bad. Why don't you have this habit abroad?" Bai Yi thought that Xu Youyou didn't understand, and eagerly went to help Xu Youyou flipped through the book and wanted to tell her where her name was written, but she accidentally touched Xu Youyou's hand with her fingertips, and suddenly said, "Why are your hands so cold? Would you like to go to the infirmary?"

    No one has such cold hands on a hot day, no wonder they wear so much. In fact, he wanted to ask yesterday, but at that time he and Xu Youyou didn't know each other well enough to ask more.

    "It's alright, I just came back from abroad, and I'm a little uncomfortable." Xu Youyou made a random excuse.

    "Do you still have this symptom?"

    "It varies from person to person." Xu Youyou didn't want to discuss this topic any more, "Did you write your name here?"

    "Yes." Bai Yi nodded.

    "Then I will write now, you can study by yourself." After sending Bai Yi, Xu Youyou took the pen and subconsciously wanted to write his English name, but after writing the beginning of the letter, it was violent stopped. After hesitating, Xu Youyou moved an inch and began to write her Chinese name.

    Now in China, of course, the name should be written in Chinese.

    She wrote stroke by stroke, very seriously, but when Xu Youyou's three Chinese characters were completed, she cried because her name was ugly.

    This is too ugly!

    After Xu Youyou was seven years old, she had fewer opportunities to write Chinese characters, so although she could read, read, and speak, her handwriting remained at the level of seven years old.

    Xu Youyou didn't think about it before, after all, no one in Y country cares whether her Chinese characters look good or not, but this time it is completely different. She is going to study in China in the future, how can she use this word. Moreover, her name is clearly written so beautifully.

    Thinking of someone, Xu Youyou silently turned her head and looked over.

    Qiao Mu's attention shifted as early as Bai Yi asked about Xu Youyou's physical condition. He was the only person in the class who knew Xu Youyou's real physical condition. And the head teacher specially told him to let him take care of the new classmates.

    Thinking of Xu Youyou's experience, Qiao Mu's heart softened, he turned to look at Xu Youyou, and said softly, "Is there anything you want to find me?"

    "Yeah!" Xu Youyou nodded immediately.

    "What?"

    "Can you write my name?" Xu Youyou said.

    "What?!" Qiao Mu didn't understand, what the **** was helping to write the name?

    Xu Youyou directly pushed the textbook that she just wrote her name to in front of Qiaomu: "Look."

    Qiao Mu glanced down and his eyelids jumped in shock. Wasn't this crooked word really written by a five-year-old child?

    "You wrote it?" Qiao Mu couldn't help confirming it.

    "Yes." Xu Youyou said sadly, "So, can you help me write my name? My words are really ugly."

    Qiao Mu wouldn’t mind if he just helped to write a few words. His words are beautiful. He published almost all the blackboard newspapers in the class since childhood, but the name…

    Qiao Mu always felt a little strange: "Your name is written in your textbook, and others can't see it."

    Is this denying me? Do you still remember when you had to write my name ten years later?

    Well, you don't remember.

     "Someone used to say that my name would look good when written, but I wrote it myself and thought it was particularly ugly."

    It's really ugly.

    "You write well, can you help me write it, so that every time I see it in the future, I will have the motivation to practice the calligraphy." Xu Youyou's eyes are full of love, as if he will cry if he refuses generally.

    "Writing here?" Qiao Mu looked away and took Xu Youyou's textbook.

    "That's right, just write it here." Xu Youyou said repeatedly for fear that he would go back on it.

      For someone who doesn't know Chinese characters, they will definitely think that these two fonts are different languages ​​of the two countries.

    Xu Youyou looked at three familiar characters, although one was a signature pen and the other was a writing brush, the fonts were the same, except for one point.

    "Something's wrong." Xu Youyou said subconsciously.

    "What's wrong?" Qiao Mu asked. PanPan

    "Maybe it's because of the pen." Xu Youyou pointed to the right side of the wooden word for you in his name and said, "Someone wrote my name with a brush. , here's a click here."

    Xu Youyou picked up a pencil and started drawing. She learned to sketch when she was a child, and she is not good at writing Chinese characters, but it is very easy to draw some uncomplicated patterns. With just a few strokes, she vividly drew the point that Qiao Mu pointed out in the previous life.

    After finishing the painting, Xu Youyou made a comparison and felt that it was actually similar, but when the tree fell ten years later, he ticked it back.

    Maybe it's because of the calligraphy.

    Qiao Mu's calligraphy since elementary school, he knows how to write every stroke of Chinese characters, and he can see it at a glance, which is a bit strange. Because when writing with a brush, it won't take so long to close the pen. If it's better, there is an extra piece, so if this stroke is not a mistake, it can only be done on purpose by the other party.

    "Did he just start learning calligraphy?" Qiao Mu asked.

    "I have been studying for more than ten years." Xu Youyou said.

    So long? Qiao Mu took another look at the pattern drawn by Xu Youyou, and somehow could vaguely see the shape of a heart: "Does that person like you?"

    "How did you see it?" Xu Youyou raised her eyes suddenly, her excited soul trembling.

    Do you want to restore the memory of the previous life?

    "This is the deformation of the heart-shaped pattern, it should be deliberately changed by that person when writing." Qiao Mu said.

    Xu Youyou was stunned for a while, and her eyes fell back to that point. She didn't think it before, but after Qiao Mu's reminder, she felt more and more like it.

    It was the first time Qiao Mu showed calligraphy in front of Xu Youyou. Qiao Mu said her name was beautiful, so she picked up a pen and wrote her name on the rice paper.

    "This is so beautiful, can you give it to me?" Xu Youyou saw it and liked it, and wanted to take it home.

    "Of course, but you need to take a look at it." Qiao Mu said.

    "I hang it in the living room and watch it every day." Xu Youyou assured.

    "That's good."

    This scene is not far from the reborn Xu Youyou, that is, two months ago, it was the last week before they packed up and went to Tibet. It's just that she finally failed to take the words home and hang them in the living room...

    "That...it's also possible that I read it wrong, maybe it's his personal habit to write it like this." Qiao Mu saw that Xu Youyou didn't say anything for a long time and thought that he just said something wrong.

    Xu Youyou looked at Qiaomu and asked, "Do you have this habit?"

    "No." Qiao Mu shook his head.

    "It's fine if you don't." Xu Youyou said.

    Qiao Mu frowned, not sure why,