The Star Light Shines When He Came

Xu Jiaru was thinking about it all day at home. After five o'clock in the afternoon, after a hastily dinner, she carried her schoolbag on her back and went back to school to study at night.

The school is very close to home. Xu Jiaru arrived in the school in less than 20 minutes. There were still nearly half an hour before the evening self-study. There were some people sitting sparsely in the classroom, some rushing homework, some eating, and chatting and gossip. of.

Xu Jiaru sat down against the wall, took out a sketchbook from his schoolbag and opened it. The first page is a man in a suit and leather shoes holding his chest with one hand, leaning against the French window, looking at the moon and drinking leisurely. Coffee, delicate eyebrows, picturesque, radiantly long and tall.

She couldn't help but traced it lightly in the sketchbook, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly unconsciously. A pair of drenched eyes stared at the man in the painting intently, as if to engrave him deeply on her own heart.

At this moment, Xu Jiaru's shoulder was slapped abruptly. She panicked with her hands and feet trying to cover the sketchbook, but the person was already sitting in front of her, looking at her movements, picking and picking. Eyebrows, lying on the table thiefly said: "Oh, our Jiaru beautiful lady is guilty of lovesickness again."

"You scared me to death." Xu Jiaru glared at Fang Ziyao angrily.

Fang Ziyao shrugged nonchalantly, and sighed helplessly: "I said, why are you so stubborn? Just hang on your Fei brother’s thousand-year-old iron tree and not look back. You look back. There is a large area behind you. How beautiful the depressed forest you love is, I don’t know how much better than your brother Fei’s cold ice!"

"You are not allowed to say that to him." Xu Jiaru glared at Fang Ziyao, pursing her lips and retorted, "He was not like this before, you don't know how good he is to me—"

"Stop, stop, I'm annoyed if you didn't say it was annoying." Fang Ziyao interrupted her quickly. She really felt that her girlfriend was startled, and she didn't know what fascinating soup her brother Fei gave her, so Jiaru refused. All those who confessed were only secretly hurt for him.

Seeing Xu Jiaru staring at the sketchbook obsessively, Fang Ziyao also turned her head over. In fact, she read it many times, but every time she read it, she couldn't help but admire: "Jiaru, your paintings are so beautiful."

Xu Jiaru smiled and said triumphantly: "That's my brother Fei who looks good."

Fang Ziyao curled her lips indifferently, she didn't believe that there are such good-looking people in the world. This is definitely Xu Jiaru's own filter to beautify it like this. After all, there is beauty in the eyes of the lover. It is really good to see such a hot spot. Why are the little fresh meats in love?

"That's right." Fang Ziyao suddenly remembered something, opened the schoolbag and took out two letters and two gift boxes from it and put them on Xu Jiaru's desk, "I was asked to give this to you--"

Before she could finish her words, Xu Jiaru glanced at it and understood what it was, and refused directly: "I don't want it. You must either return it or keep it for yourself."

"I want to stay, but this is not for me." Fang Ziyao muttered, "Besides, life without a love letter is imperfect. Wouldn't you accept it as a memorial, as long as you don't agree to it? ."

Xu Jiaru glanced suspiciously at the cover of the love letter. On it was the scribbled "Xu Jiaru Shou" written in a black water-based pen. It was really ugly and a bit spicy. She looked away a little disgustingly, and between the sparkling flints. Suddenly remembering what happened many years ago, there was some uncontrollable excitement in her heart. She looked at Fang Ziyao with bright eyes, and said in surprise: "Thank you, Yaoyao, you help me take a sick leave for the teacher. I have something to do. I'll withdraw first, love you."

"Hey, where are you going?" Fang Ziyao quickly asked loudly.

Xu Jiaru waved his hand without looking back, "Go home to find a love letter!"

...

Sister Liu was packing her things in the living room. Seeing Xu Jiaru rushing in from outside, she asked in surprise: "Little Miss, why are you back? Did you forget something?"

"I will ask for leave if I have something to do. If you are busy with you, don't care about me." Xu Jiaru said with a cheerful smile.

"The little lady looks very happy, is there anything good?" Liu's wife was also infected by her excitement and couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, do you?" Xu Jiaru smirked, and unconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, "Then I will go up first."

"Okay." Aunt Liu shook her head with a smile, and quickly ordered, "I prepared a supper in the kitchen. Miss, you eat less at night. If you are hungry, remember to warm it up."

"I know, thank you Liu Sao." Xu Jiaru answered, turned to enter the room, dropped the schoolbag on the bed, and immediately squatted on the ground and pulled out a small box from under the bed.

It was a gray box, old but very clean. I think it was the reason why Mrs. Liu often cleaned it.

Xu Jiaru was agitated. She was holding the box and sitting on the carpet leaning on the bed. She saw her hands on the cover trembling slightly, and she felt a little bit of nostalgia in her heart.

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before carefully opening the lid. There are many things in it-such as Barbie dolls, fairy tale books, watercolor pens, building blocks, puzzles, etc., which were given to her by Fei's brother when she was a child. Xu Jiaru one by one. I took it out and saw the past scenes floating in front of my eyes, moisturizing her eyes, the more she looked at her, the sweetness and sorrow in her heart became thicker, intertwined so that she didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, or both. .

The box gradually emptied, and at the bottom there was only a slightly yellowed book, and beside it was a somewhat old pencil with a slightly rounded tip.

At this moment, Xu Jiaru’s memory was instantly pulled back to the sun-dappled afternoon in the orphanage. A young man with clear eyes and a gentle voice took her to write down the names of the two one by one...

Xu Jiaru's hand was loosened and tightened, and after repeated several times, she made up her mind to reach out and pick up the notebook.

Turning the cover, the handwriting on the first page is still as vigorous and handsome as I remembered. Her slightly trembling hand gently stroked her, and his clear and nice voice sounded in her ears: "You and me, Jiaru and Xie Fei... "

This is the first and last love letter in her life.

In a daze, Xu Jiaru's eyes were blurry, and hot tears poured out of her eyes, dripping down her cheeks on her hands, she was startled, and then she realized that she had already burst into tears without knowing it.

...

When Xu Jia went downstairs, she had already sorted her mood, except for the red eyes, there was no sign of crying anymore.

"Sister Liu?" Xu Jiaru yelled twice, but no one answered. Then she realized that it was almost eleven o'clock, no wonder she felt a little hungry.

She touched her belly, walked straight to the kitchen, took out the supper prepared by Sister Liu from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave to heat it up in a few minutes.

"Ding Dong—"

As soon as Xu Jiaru put the supper on the table, the doorbell rang. She was taken aback for a moment, then followed by joy, and walked towards the entrance in three steps in two steps.

Brother Fei must have come back. He hasn't come back so early in a long time, just in time to have supper together...

She was so happy in her mind that she never thought about how someone with the key would ring the doorbell?

Xu Jiaru opened the door happily, a touch of wine mixed with a bit of feminine perfume rushing over his face, and then three familiar men-Xie Fei and his two world friends, Tang Jun and Guo Rong.

She was shocked, looked at Jie Fei with some worry, and said anxiously: "What's wrong with Brother Fei?"

Tang Jun waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, he's drunk. Just sleep."

"Xiao Jiaru, do you have an anti-alcohol medicine at home? Give Xie Dashao one first. It has been so many years. He still can't drink so much. Two glasses of wine fell." Guo Rong Tut said.

"Yes." Xu Jiaru nodded, and while the two of them helped Xie Fei into the house, he hurried to the living room to find the medicine box, took a anti-alcohol medicine, then poured a glass of warm water, and trot to follow.

Tang Jun and the two helped Xu Jiaru hold Xie Fei’s head, feed him the medicine in twos and threes, Guo Rong clapped his hands in a satisfactory manner, and he embraced Tang Jun’s shoulders and smiled: “Oh, I’m going home, I’m almost falling apart. Up."

Tang Jun slapped his paws in disgust, and looked at Xu Jiaru, "It's too early, we'll leave, don't bother you to rest."

Xu Jiaru nodded and got up to send them out. She stood at the entrance of the entrance, feeling a bit complicated and even a little uncomfortable. She wanted to ask what they were doing today, why did Brother Fei smell like a woman's perfume, but in the end she still wanted to open her mouth. The words stopped again.

Seeing her like this, Tang Jun couldn't guess what she was thinking, so he lowered his head and sniffed the collar, and cursed pretending to be a complaint: "Guo Rong, the flower butterfly, provokes women everywhere, and makes me covered in trouble. I can’t stand the smell."

Speaking of this, he said to Xu Jiaru as if he was thinking of something: "Jiaru, Jie Fei must have got a lot of it on his body, so you can wipe him later so that he won't sleep well."

Xu Jiaru's uneasy heart instantly settled. She nodded happily and was about to agree, but Guo Rong next to him murmured: "Where does it smell bad, it smells good, Xiao Jiaru, don't you smell it?" said Then, he handed his sleeve to Xu Jiaru, looking at her expectantly.

The smell became more intense as it approached, and it was exactly the same as the smell on Jie Fei. Xu Jiaru wrinkled her nose unhappy. She didn't like the smell of other people on Fei's body.

She pursed her lips and spit out a word coldly: "Smelly."

Guo Rong's eyes widened in disbelief, and he wailed, clutching his chest, "Xiao Jiaru, you broke my heart, I'm careful!"

Tang Jun kicked his ass, rolled his eyes and said, "The drama is fine, I'm going home."

Guo Rong waved to Xu Jiaru, rubbed his **** and chased him up: "Go to your mother Tang Jun, you pay for my delicate butt..."

After watching the two of them leave in the car, Xu Jiaru closed the door and went to Jaffe's room. He was lying quietly on the bed, probably because of drunkenness, his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his meticulously dressed suit was a little messy at this time. , The straight tie that had always been bundled was also torn apart at will, revealing a delicate and tangible collarbone...

Xu Jiaru swallowed with a dry mouth. Such a lazy and charming brother Fei really fouled. She went to the bedside and squatted, and stretched out a trembling hand.