Shao Xi was helpless when he saw Fang Yu's words. Although he wanted to contact him as a good friend, this good friend was too heartbroken.

"What if I'm a bad person?" Shao Xi said, but he was still busy turning over the envelope, but he actually found a photo carefully wrapped in a newspaper.

It was a small photo, only as big as his palm. Although it was colorful, it was a bit strange, but it could also see the people on it clearly.

The person above was very young, standing with his waist in his waist, wearing a sea soul shirt that looked very big to him. At first glance, he was borrowed from taking a photo. I don’t know if it was because of his nervousness, his eyes were a bit weird, and he couldn’t say he was squinting or cross-eyed. Anyway, it looked a little funny, revealing some tiger teeth, which was completely different from what Shao Xi imagined.

Shao Xi couldn't help laughing at the first glance, but he thought that the person in the photo was gone, he disappeared at a young age, and suddenly felt uncomfortable again.

He is just an ordinary person, without three heads and six arms, not even so powerful, but rather a little thin. He is placed in the crowd, like a fish swimming into the sea, inconspicuous at all.

How did he muster up the courage? Have he regretted it?

No one can give Shao Xi an answer, because he is dead.

Shao Xi looked at the photo for a while and didn't move. When he came to his senses, he was about to continue reading the letter when he felt something unusual and turned his head and was shocked.

"Dad, when did you come in?"

"Just now." Shao Qihai's eyes fell on the photo, and he wanted to say something but stopped. "Why are there still photos? Xiaoxi, when you receive something from someone, remember to save it well and throw it away."

He wanted to see the letter, but it was hard to say, and he didn't dare to show it too obviously, for fear that Shaoxi would find out, so Shaoxi blocked the letter.

"I won't throw it around, I'll keep it all."

"That's good, there are quite a lot of letters. Do you want me to help you sort it out?"

Shao Xi could see at a glance what Shao Qihai was trying to do, but he hesitated for a moment and refused, "I'll just do it myself."

I won’t show this letter to my father anymore, and he should be sad after reading it.

Shao Qihai looked at him and went out for a while. Shao Xi carefully placed the photos, thought about it and put them behind the photos in the photo album at home, before continuing to read Fang Yu's letter.

Fang Yu is also going to take the final exam, saying he is afraid of the exam and is afraid that he will not be able to do well.

Shao Xi sighed and wrote to her, "Every time I'm the best in the class, I'm still skipping the grade. Even if you don't skip the grade, you'll study hard and learn from me."

Shaoxi and Shaodong are in the same class, so they can't always be ranked first, otherwise they would be ranked first with Shaodong, or they would be ranked second, so he didn't say that they were ranked first every time.

"Fang Yu, I have received your photos. I will help you collect them for the time being, but you are not allowed to send photos to others in the future. Someone is very bad. What if you throw them away and tear them up?"

"Also, if you write 3, don't let it lie down, let it stand up. You've read that you have written less. I'll start with you. If you write enough, send it back and check it."

Shaoxi suddenly felt like he had a younger brother for some reason, which always made him worry and was not at all relieved.

He found the homework book, tore off a page, wrote the beginning of 3, and assigned the homework from the air.

Xiao Wu had to learn to write before and encountered similar problems. 3 As he wrote, he fell down and wished he could lie on the ground.

This is just the beginning. I learned other words, and I didn’t know what some words were when I wrote them, but I felt that the good words were swaying, as if they were injected into my soul.

Xiao Wu still has this problem now, but 3 is not lying down.

Shaoxi shook his head and complained, but he didn't know that when he first learned to write, he was even better than Xiaowu. As he wrote the good words, he began to develop into pictographic characters. As the word "man" was written, it seemed like someone stood up.

He had some fantastic ideas and his thinking was very active. Shaodong spent a lot of time asking him to write it well, and his previous homework book was just put away.

He had been making a mistake for a few years, but he taught Xiao Wu and Fang Yu again, but seemed to have forgotten his past problems.

Shaoxi felt that he was worried, but he didn't know that Fang Yu could write letters at a young age, write so many words, and check dictionaries by himself. In fact, it was already very powerful and much beyond his peers.

Shao Xi replied to the letter and pretended, but he couldn't sleep that night, and Fang Yu's father always appeared in his mind.

He had an impulse to write something about him, but he really got up and started writing, but found that he couldn't start writing.

Because he had very limited understanding of Yu's father, or he didn't know anything at all, let alone the specific person he did and his personality, he didn't even know his name.

Shao Xi didn't write a word and went to bed again. He didn't force himself. He was too small and his writing was limited. Although he was very excited, he was not suitable to write and did not dare to write at will.

But I know, but I really want to write. He had the first time he had such an impulse. When he thought of Fang Yu and Fang Yu's father, he wanted to write something.

Shaoxi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and couldn't always ask Fang Yu... Hey, Shaoxi's eyes lit up when he thought of this. He didn't know Fang Yu's father, but he knew Fang Yu.

He can't write about Fang Yu's father, but he can write about Fang Yu, so there is no need to worry about the limited writing skills. Fang Yu is still young anyway.

Shao Xi hid in the quilt and bit the flashlight and wrote the first stroke. He mainly wrote about Fang Yu, not just Fang Yu, but also his own shadow and many people.

Because in fact, what Shao Qihai did before was somewhat different from Fang Yu's father, but there are similarities, and the same is true for others.

In the quiet night, Shao Xi hid in the quilt and wrote it carefully.

Shaodong was asleep while sleeping, and felt a light pricking his eyes. When he got up, he saw that it was the light exposed from Shaoxi's quilt.

He lifted the quilt and saw the flashlight rolling in Shaoxi's quilt and Shaoxi who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Because he was sleeping so soundly and because he was lying down, Shaoxi's saliva flowed out, and the notebook underneath was in trouble.

Shao Dong had no choice but to get up and turn Shao Xi over, then took out the notebook and put it aside, waiting for his saliva to dry himself.

When I turned off the flashlight, I took a look at the contents on my laptop, and just took a look at it casually, but I was stunned.

When Shaodong went to bed again, he looked at Shaoxi's sleeping scene where he was heartless and kicked the quilt aside, but he had no choice but to cover him with his stomach, "You are so stupid, I don't know how to write it out..."

The next day, Shaoxi saw the saliva on his laptop and refused to admit it was saliva. "Brother, don't think I can slander me when I fall asleep. This is not saliva, this is tears, the tears I shed last night."

Shao Dong; "...Yes, yes, it's your tears, your tears flowed down from the corners of your mouth."
Chapter completed!