Can you really be happy to follow your wife? Will the cruel fate still warn him in the same way that your rebirth is just futile and useless, and no matter how hard you try, you can't change anything? The tip of the pen has long been dried up. Even if you have thousands of words in your heart to confide in the girl far away, the hesitation that stays in your heart and the deep love and care for the woman can never allow him to write easily, and every word seems to be as heavy as a thousand gold.

The beginning of the letter is “todear”…no text below

Will "dear" be a little too heavy and intimate? Even when facing a simple name, Hao Jun cannot make a decisive decision. His state of worry about gains and losses is like a child facing countless colorful candies.

Zhao Wenjie quickly pulled up the letter paper on the table, and used his already 4,500-dollar eyes to put it on the letter paper. He glanced at it and his face became very ugly, and his face was full of anger: "Why are you not ignorant? You still want to write a letter to that woman? Look at what the hell is like now?"

The sound of the letter paper being thrown hard on the table by the palm of his hand immediately attracted the students who were studying quietly, and all the inquiries and blame were directed at the two people who were looking at each other fiercely.

An irresistible tyranny and impulse suddenly emerged in Hao Jun's heart. The madness poured into his heart, and the idea of ​​trying to do something instantly occupied his entire body, so that he could not accurately judge at this time, or deliberately recall what happened at the end of March 1998. In the mouths of the traitor, the little fat man and the black boy were constantly mentioned.

At this moment, he wanted to take the plane to the north immediately and run to his wife to tell her that he loved her so much and never wanted her to leave him. But even if the distance was thousands of miles apart, he could use transportation to make up for it, but the years he had experienced together could not be copied again, and Hao Jun didn't want to copy it. He just wanted his wife to be well, but only time could give him a chance.

The opportunity to start over is too bloody and too sudden, but it is destined to be some things and some people will still follow the trajectory of memory. Hao Jun has a lot of things he wants to change and cherish. He is powerless to leverage the earth and just wants to protect everyone around him, everyone must be well.

His wife and Beibei accounted for too much of his life. His life and everything revolved around them. He gave himself a chance again, but gave him a dilemma.

Is such a beggar qualified to intervene in his wife's life trajectory, can he be able to embrace his excellent wife with peace of mind, and will he still risk his wife to live in that city with him? Otherwise, where should Beibei go?

He hesitated, hesitated, and was at a loss...

Zhao Wenjie looked at the changing expression on Hao Jun's face, sighed helplessly, rubbed the letter paper in his palm, and wanted to turn around and throw him into the garbage bag he brought by his desk.

Hao Jun grabbed the hand, to be precise, the light blue letter paper. He clearly remembered that his wife liked such paper because his first love letter was written to her using such letter paper.

"Oh, I said, comrade Zhao Dabiao, why do you want to throw my letter?" The source of the nickname Zhao Dabiao is no longer verified. Like a traitor and a fat man, Comrade Zhao Dabiao and Hao Jun are buddies who have been playing together since elementary school. The relationship between the three of them is the most strong and the most reliable.

Zhao Wenjie sighed: "I have been watching you, a guy, feel restless recently. Who knows that you performed this for us? Although I admit that it is exciting enough, I can't post it yourself too!"

Hao Jun glanced at Zhao Wenjie in confusion. He obviously could not tell him too much information in his vague memory. After all, these scenes were born thirteen years ago.

"Tell me, what happened? I forgot it!" Hao Jun picked his mouth.

Looking at Hao Jun's relaxed look, Zhao Wenjie couldn't help but knock on the table again, which made the tall girl roll her eyes loudly. Comrade Zhao Dabiao stuck out his tongue and said softly: "I forgot it, forget it, forget it clean!" Then, as if he couldn't bear to see Hao Jun's face full of suspicion, he leaned closer to Hao Jun's ears: "I heard that Zhu Junjie spoke to teach you a lesson!"

Hao Jun still has a memory of Zhu Junjie. This boy who can throw the shot put out with the body of a junior high school student is a dominant person in Chengbei Middle School where Donghu Middle School is located. What best reflects his coquettishness is that this guy with a little nervousness likes to play rock climbing up and down along the water pipes of the teaching building when the whole school is out of class. Of course, rock climbing was not a fashion at that time.

The first encounter between Hao Jun and Zhu Junjie, who should not have had any intersection, occurred at the school-wide sports meeting in the second year of junior high school. Hao Jun signed up to participate in the 2000-meter race, but stood on the adjacent track with Zhu Junjie. At that time, Hao Jun was unknown, but Zhu Junjie had long been the object of envy, jealousy and hated by the boys in the school. He had developed eight muscles at a young age, which was a pain that many boys had to mention.

Zhu Junjie is too high-minded. In short, he appeared on the 2oo meter track, wearing a pair of brown leather shoes with a sole of up to five centimeters and a pair of slightly exaggerated tight jeans on the lower body. His weird outfit that was completely unreasonable won the focus of the audience again.

This was exactly the pain in Hao Jun's heart. After the start, it seemed that the strength of this group was not strong, so Hao Jun and Zhu Junjie were always far ahead. The sound of thick leather shoes knocking on the cinder road kept stimulating Hao Jun. His potential was exciting. When it was about fifty meters away from the finish line, Zhu Junjie, who had been running side by side with Hao Jun, began to force and quickly shook off Hao Jun who was not strong enough. The gap between the two quickly widened, gasping and supporting their feet with both hands, just set off the Zhu Junjie who had left like the wind even after rushing to the finish line, was even more dazzling, like a huge ridicule rolling with the huge waves in his heart.

But if it were just like this, Hao Jun and Zhu Junjie did not have much actual entanglement or conflict. Chengbei Middle School Yiba dared not reach into the only few chicken classes in Donghu Middle School, but that time...

Hao Jun counted the days with his fingers, but he felt a little surprised and suspicious. Could it be that thing? The exact time had already blurred, but it was probably at this time. Has the confession that had shocked the whole age taken action?

He stammered and asked Zhao Wenjie in the front row: "Has I done something particularly stupid?"

Zhao Wenjie rolled his eyes, as if he was the first time he met Hao Jun. He stretched out his index finger and gently tapped Hao Jun's desk. "On March 25, 1998, during the whole school, Hao Jun blocked the campus gate with a high profile and expressed his admiration to Yu Lan'er, a third-year junior high school flower, but was rejected. He was discouraged and raised his middle finger to Zhu Junjie for no reason, provoking solemnly. It is known in history as the 325 incident!"
Chapter completed!