My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 86 Second Letter

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 Second Letter

Because he warmed his hands for her.

So much so that in many deep nights, Fu Ying couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

In sleep, dreams are sweet.

While awake, the air feels sweet.

In class, in the midst of it, she could burst into laughter.

"Fu Ying! Stand up!"

Fu Ying was stunned momentarily and slowly stood up.

"Great river eastward flows, all the waves are tamed, what is the next line of the legendary figures throughout ages?"

"By the old fortress to the west, people say, Three Kingdoms, Zhou Lang, Red Cliff."

"Rocks piercing through skies, giant waves crashing the shores, rolling up heaps of snow."

Fu Ying: "Landscape picturesque, how many heroes of the time. Reminiscing Gong Jin back then, Xiao Qiao was just married, with a heroic stature. Feather fan and silk scarf, amidst laughter, masts and oars vanish in the smoke. Wandering spiritually in the homeland, sentimental should laugh at me, for prematurely greying hair. Life is like a dream, pouring one more for the river moon."

Tan Ruonian pursed his lips and frowned: "Sit down, pay attention in class."

"Oh."

Fu Ying, feeling guilty, touched her nose and sat down.

After class, Lin Lishan asked: "Hey, Fu Ying, what are you silly laughing at? You’ve been giggling all day."

Fu Ying shook her head: "Nothing, just thought of something happy."

"What happy thing?"

"Um..." Fu Ying leaned on the desk, stared at the blue sky outside and thought for a bit before saying, "Just inexplicably, happy to the point of bubbling."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Fu Ying shook her head, her words unclear: "Just happy."

"Seeing whom makes you so bubbly happy."

"Nobody."

Lin Lishan asked many questions, but Fu Ying dodged them and avoided giving direct answers.

In the evening, on her way home, she went to post a letter.

She didn’t know what to write; the contents were all poems.

When she went to send the parcel, it was still the same delivery guy.

As she filled out the address and recipient, the delivery guy stared at the word "General" and laughed.

"Little girl, you’ve watched too many historical dramas, haven’t you?"

Fu Ying smiled: "Yeah."

"Nowadays kids, all love historical dramas, draping bed sheets to play heroes, my kid does the same."

Fu Ying smiled and said: "Playing a general isn’t bad either, a way to serve the country."

"I do wish my son could serve the country, the lad is only fifteen, quite mischievous."

Fu Ying took the receipt and paused: "He definitely will."

The delivery guy took the paper and asked: "Why didn’t you write the sender’s name?"

That question struck right at Fu Ying’s sore spot.

The evening breeze blew south, passing Fu Ying’s street corner, through the streets, and perhaps it would pass by him.

She smiled, shaking her head with a soft voice: "As long as it reaches his hands, the sender isn’t important."

"Like the recipient?"

Fu Ying didn’t hide it, gently nodding: "Yeah."

"A secret crush?"

"Yeah."

The delivery guy laughed: "What if, being the sender is very important to him?"

"I don’t even dare to tell him, he doesn’t know who sent it, why would the sender be important?"

The delivery guy shook his head: "That’s not necessarily true, anything is possible."

Fu Ying said: "He is a general, not just my general, a hero, not just my hero."

The guy was momentarily stunned.

The girl’s figure had already turned off the street, disappearing into the crowd.

Fu Ying went to buy more stationery, saving it for next time.

After paying, she stepped out of the stationery store and saw Wen Tian coming out of a nearby bookstore.

"What book did you buy?"

Wen Tian paused, then answered: "The Kite Runner."

"What’s it about?"

"Love and loyalty, courage and redemption."

Fu Ying only caught the words "love" and "courage"...

"Did you buy more stationery again?"

"Ah?" Fu Ying smiled, "Yeah."

"Who are you writing to?"

Fu Ying scratched his head, slightly embarrassed, "It’s not a ordinary letter."

"Love letter?"

Fu Ying paused, then shook his head, "Not that either."

Wen Tian pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Actually, it is a letter I wrote to my future self, to remind myself not to regret any decisions I made when I was young because I couldn’t make them."

Fu Ying himself didn’t believe what he said.

He suddenly made a mundane love affair seem noble.

However, Wen Tian is a top student, with strong logical thinking, and immediately pinpointed the crucial point.

"What decision?"

Fu Ying remained calm and thought about it, "Not specifying, any decision, I guess."

Afraid that Wen Tian wouldn’t believe him, he laughed awkwardly.

Wen Tian pushed his glasses up, nodding, "That’s a good idea."

Shen Liguang received another anonymous letter, still a poem inside: "At the edge of the world, every glimpse of tenderness is meant for thinning, for shyness, and for the gentleman’s blush."

"Like these stars, not like last night, every night their light flows clearly."

The recipient, General.

Shen Liguang slightly curled his lips with a smile, taking the letter back to his room.

The moonlight crept through the gaps in the curtains outside, the man lit a cigarette, staring at the letter for a long time, lost in thought.

Her handwriting was attractive, clearly well-practiced.

After watching for a while, he carefully put it in a drawer, together with the previous one.

She was so passionate, and he found it harder to endure than anyone.

He still needed to wait for her to grow up, to reach adulthood.

The night he mailed the letter, it rained, and Fu Ying came home drenched.

The bus stopped, and she didn’t take a taxi, wanting to walk, so she walked back.

But just before she reached home, it started raining.

That night, Fu Yan and Fu Mingchuan had a huge fight, though the reason was unknown.

When Fu Ying arrived home, she heard Fu Mingchuan furiously shouting at Fu Yan’s back, "If you step out of this door, don’t ever think of coming back!"

Fu Yan’s face was cold as he passed by her, Fu Ying tried to grab him but missed.

Fu Ying lowered her head, feeling a bit bitter.

Since she came to this family, there had been small quarrels, but never like today, at such daggers drawn.

Fu Mingchuan was in a very bad mood, Fu Ying didn’t dare ask what was wrong, carefully going upstairs.

After she took a bath, changed out of her wet clothes, she lay on the bed and sent WeChat messages to Fu Yan.

She sent a lot of messages, but Fu Yan didn’t reply.

Waiting and waiting, she fell asleep.

In the morning, Fu Mingchuan drove her to school, probably still upset about yesterday’s incident, his lips pursed, his face ashen, silent all the way.

Fu Ying timidly called out, "Dad?"

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

Hearing his daughter’s voice, Fu Mingchuan’s face softened a bit.

"What happened between you and my brother?"

Fu Mingchuan sighed, "It’s nothing, it’s adult stuff, you kids shouldn’t worry about it."

"Oh."

Fu Ying nodded, asking no further.

However, she never imagined that due to the fight between her brother and father, her brother was driven out, and in a few days, Fu Mingchuan would be on a business trip. Then Nanny Wu’s daughter-in-law would give birth, and she had to go back to take care of her; her elder brother was too busy to be seen, and she would have to live with others.

Lugging her suitcase, following Shen Li up the stairs, her heart was beating so fast.

She had never thought that one day she would be so close to him, close enough to live under one roof.

Fu Yan teased her on WeChat: This isn’t living under someone’s roof; this is cohabitation.

Fu Ying’s face turned so red, she didn’t reply.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing her suddenly stop moving, Shen Li looked back at her.

"My, my legs are numb."

Shen Li laughed, a bit mischievously, "All of a sudden numb? Could it be that you want your brother to carry you?"

Fu Ying’s face flushed even more, and she quickly shook her head, "No, no need, just, just wait a while, it’ll be okay."