Passion Heaven c9

When he entered his dormitory on the first day, there was only one person there. That person was hunching over the table, writing something. When he heard the door opened, he stood up and turned around. The sun shines behind him from the window and he smiled brightly at him. When he smiled, two dimples would appear, making him more handsome. He have a sunshine feel, a complete opposite of him. He sees him walking forward and extending his hand.

“Hello, I’m Tang Xiao Tian.” He smiles and holds onto his hand.

“Hello, I’m Qu Wei Ran.” That was the first day he met Xiao Tian. He remembered how dazzling his smile was, so dazzling that it’s hard for people to open their eyes. Later, they shared bunk beds. They would go to places together and go eat together, being more close with each other.

In the army, the new recruits would write letters, that’s the only way they can communicate with the outside world. Every day, every night, the new recruits would be hunching over their tables writing letters to their classmates, parents, teachers, whoever they can send their letters to.

A senior official said: The new recruits are like that, after three months, no one will reply back. He was right, in exception to the recruits that have girlfriends, the rest didn’t receive any letters back.

The senior official said: The new recruits are like that, give it six months, their girlfriends would run away or cheat on them. He was right, after half a year, there would always be recruits that didn’t hear back from their girlfriends and hide under the covers to cry.

However, Tang Xiao Tian still writes letters out; morning, afternoon, and night. He would write three letters a day and would sent them all out the next day. He would always tease him,

“How can a guy have so much to talk about? You should not be called Tang Xiao Tian, but Tang San Fung (Tang Three Letters).” Tang Xiao Tian will rub his nose and give a bashful smile in reply. Xiao Tian receives his letters in a steady rate, about four to five letters per week. He have a drawer where he used to put all of his baby girl’s letters. He would put them in chronological order, stacked neatly inside.

One time, the class president handed over a parcel to Qu Wei Ran to give to Tang Xiao Tian. He took the parcel and weighed in with his hand, guessing that it’s some sort of large book inside. He looked at the address written on the parcel with a black pen, the handwriting is so pretty. At the bottom of the parcel, she wrote her name: Shu Yawang. Yawang? Like a beautiful wish? That’s a really pretty name.

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