Chapter 27: Little fairy

Yin Xian did not expect that he would receive a reply so quickly.
There was heavy rain outside the classroom windows, the air was filled with moisture, and the wet weather made people drowsy. The bell rang at the end of get out of class, and several students in the front row all fell on the table to catch up.
Yin Xian rubbed his tired temples and changed the book for the next class.
The wrong touch made him turn the book upside down, and the letter that appeared suddenly was clamped tightly in his math book.
He took out the envelope, and the address he had written before was crossed out and replaced with his address.
The efficiency of sending and replying letters so fast is so abnormal that it is like a strange event.
What reduces the horror of the supernatural event is that the ghost will save paper pretty much.
Shaking open the letter paper, Yin Xian began to look at it.
"I want to be a rich man in the future. After becoming a rich man, I will eat all kinds of delicious food every day, and sleep when I am full... This time the watermelon is more round than before."
He chuckled when he read this.
The tablemate who came back to class cast a curious look at him.
"Are you looking at something fun?"
"No." Yin Xian closed his letter, blocking his vision.
Because this is a rare and interesting thing in the boring study life, he thought of the content of the letter again in class.
Should be a happy rural girl? Between the lines, there was a silly air.
She is really keen on painting. There are also parts of the letter that were obliterated by her pen, probably because she also realized that the content was not smart enough.
But she didn't work hard enough.
Because of her obliteration behavior, he focused on reading the obliterated words.
Bend her lips, Yin Xian neatly copied the equation on the blackboard, thinking: Wait until she gets back to the bedroom before replying to her.
It rains even more when school is over.
The water in the playground flooded her knees, and Yin Xian rolled up her school pants and walked out under an umbrella.
The parents who picked up the children crowded the gate of the school, and the cars parked outside blocked the roads at both ends.
After being wet by the rain, the whole world was icy and sticky, the expressions on people's faces were irritable, and the sound of honking the horn kept coming from the whole street.
Saying goodbye to the classmates, Yin Xian took a shortcut with dirty water.
He doesn't have to look up to find someone, he knows no one will pick him up from school.
This kind of weather makes people feel empty in their hearts and stomachs. Yin Xian plans to go to the restaurant to eat a bowl of steaming noodles with lots of chili before going back to cram school.
He quickened his pace, missed the look of those anxiously waiting, and sank alone into the rain.
All the way to the noodle shop, Yin Xian's pants were soaked.
He sighed deeply and closed the umbrella.
Turning to enter the door, he and the people hiding from the rain outside the noodle shop caught a face-to-face unexpectedly.
The two looked at each other.
She frowned, her expression slightly embarrassed.
A middle-aged man with a women's handbag in his hand stood between her and him.
Yin Xian looked at her, then looked at the man beside her, and swallowed the sound that came to his lips-"Mom".
She tightened her lips, hurriedly moved her eyes away from him, and looked towards the rainy street.
Yin Xian calmed down in a moment, squeezed the umbrella handle, and pushed the door into the noodle restaurant.
His father and his mother divorced, he and his father, and then mother and son have not seen each other for several years.
Yin Xian had also expected that her mother would miss herself, just like he missed her; fantasizing that she would come to find herself and show her an excellent transcript... but never expected that their goodbye would be like this.
Gulping, he ate a whole bowl of noodles.
A lot of chili and hot noodle soup failed to warm up the body temperature.
Yin Xian came out of the noodle restaurant, his mother was no longer there.
The rain didn't stop, he was holding his umbrella and suddenly didn't know where to go.
Walking around anxiously in the rain, his clothes were dry and wet.
In the end, Yin Xian decided to go to the phone booth and make a call with his dad.
The monotonous beep stretched into a tight straight line, and the mechanical female voice announced that no one answered.
Yin Xian hit the fifth time and was finally connected over there.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"dad."
His father's voice was dry: "Say, what's the matter."
Yin Xian thought for a while and asked.
"I finish high school, what will happen afterwards?"
"After that? You will go to a good university and major in engineering..."
He interrupted his dad.
"I mean, after finishing high school, you don't have to board in a cram school anymore?"
"Of course, universities have dormitories."
His father waited a while, but Yin Xian didn't speak.
"I'm busy. If you have nothing else to do, I'll hang up."
He was holding the microphone and just about to stop him, the other end of the phone was cut off.
The 17-year-old Yin Xian feels hate herself for many moments.
He skipped the evening class of the cram school for an unprecedented time and locked himself in the dormitory.
He wants to do something else, something that has nothing to do with learning, then what?
Yin Xian couldn't think of his interest, how to decompress, and even couldn't think of a song that he would love to listen to.
It's all books, schoolbags, cabinets, tabletops, only books. Can't find anything else.
There is a knife for sharpening pencils in the pen holder.
Yin Xian saw it.
He was holding a boring breath in his heart, and his nails made deep marks on the skin.
He couldn't hold back, and pulled the knife out of the pen holder.
Just before he was about to scratch his skin, the math book was knocked off by his elbow, and the envelope inside fell out.
Yin Xian glanced at the floor.
Most of the schoolbag was wet due to heavy rain, and Xin was soaked in a corner.
He picked up the letter that also looked embarrassed.
The letter paper inside became tattered, and some of the ink pen words fainted—"Do you have little time to go home?" This line of words was extremely expensive.
Yin Xian put down the knife, found a pen, and wrote four words impatiently.
[I have no home]
After he finished writing, he fold the mess of paper casually, stuffed it into the envelope, and changed the address on the letter.
In this way, can it still be replied?
Yin Xian's chin rested on the desk, staring at the envelope and waiting.
Looking around, the letter disappeared out of thin air.
When the envelope appeared again, its wet corners had dried out.
The man still used the old letter paper, the paper was dried, and the damaged places were carefully pasted with transparent tape.
Yin Xian unfolds the letter.
This time, she did not write.
She drew a big house with the phrase "I have no home" surrounding him.
The big house has chimneys, windows, ladders, and a stone road in front of the door; outside the house is the sun, a few flowers, a tree, and a bunny squatting next to the house. The background of wavy lines is probably a small river.
He looked at her paintings with simple lines and distinguished what the circles and squares represented.
After a long time, the repaired letter paper was folded by Yin Xian and put in a drawer.
He wrote a new piece of paper and asked her.
[Are you a living person? 】
The other party responded quickly, as if holding a pen, waiting for him in place.
[Haha, I am a living fairy. 】
The girl's characters are fat and round, and the last "female" is written elegantly, like a dancing villain, with one leg raised up significantly.
No longer use the format of the letter, they say a word to me, like passing a note in class, tossing the letter quickly.
[Is it raining in your place? 】
[It's always sunny here. The sun is very big, so many flowers bloom on the mountains in spring, and the sky is incredible blue. Tomorrow is Saturday. I will go to the creek to catch fish with my mother. 】
[Sounds great. 】
[It's raining in your city? 】
[Yes, it keeps raining. 】
[Then have you been showered? 】
【Have. 】
[Have you taken a hot bath? Stop catching a cold. 】
When receiving this line of words, Yin Xian sneezed greatly.
She was right, he really should take a hot bath.
However, he still wants to write a letter for a while.
【I’m fine, I’m healthy and I don’t have a cold. 】
[Sounds brave? If you have a cold, it won't be good. 】
【know. 】
[I'm going to bed, I'll write a letter tomorrow. 】
【it is good. 】
Yin Xianqian sat and waited for twenty minutes, but no new letter was sent over there.
He stood up, straightened the messy desk, and put the knife into the pen holder again.
Time to take a shower...
Yin Xian opened the drawer and couldn't help but look at the picture on the letter paper.
"Little fairy."
He read these three words, thinking her identity is quite credible.