HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 470 The Rise of the Blockhead

"You're such a blockhead! Second brother! Even now, you still haven't written to Della!"

Before Christmas, in a two-story building in America, Tang Yu's voice resounded through the sky. He had just learned from Tang Yu, who had been drinking some beer, that he hadn't contacted Della at all since that cheek kiss.

"It's just the cheek, isn't that normal here..." Tang Wu muttered, lowering her head, completely forgetting how smug she had been when she brought it up, and how disappointed she was in her inaction.

"I really want to blast you with a thunderbolt to enlighten you," Tang Yu said, shaking Tang Yu with exasperation. "If it were so normal, why doesn't she kiss me a couple of times! Our relationship isn't that bad!"

"She's probably afraid of offending you..." Tang Mi said, sounding unsure of herself.

"Offensive my foot! Anyone with eyes can see you're the most dense and easily embarrassed one in our family!" Tang Yun's voice grew louder and louder, almost as if she wanted to pull Tang Yun's ear.

"Oh, stop talking..." Tang Wu pulled Tang Yu's hand away, not wanting to face the issue.

"No! Go write it now! Write about how you fell in love with her at first sight! Write about how you can't forget her!" Taking advantage of his young age, Tang Yun grabbed Tang Mo's head and shouted in his ear, "You have to go!!"

These words pierced Tang Wu's mind with tremendous force, and he felt as if his soul had been stunned.

“No, no, this doesn’t make sense…” he murmured, pushing Tang Yun away, and carrying the last half-bottle of beer upstairs. “Alright, I need to go check the experimental data…”

"Experimental data my ass! You didn't even bring any documents into the house!"

Tang Yun shouted one last time, then slammed the door shut to block out the sound.

Back in his room, Tang Wumu sat blankly at his desk. Coincidentally, a piece of paper was unfolded in front of him. It was a blank sheet of paper for drafting, not letter paper. But perhaps because he was dizzy from drinking, the top and bottom edges of the blank paper seemed to move around in front of his eyes, gradually forming the outline of a letter.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've been in touch with Della.

There was almost no news at all. My older brother was a bad guy, and I never succeeded in getting any information from him indirectly.

Are you really content with just asking around?

Before he knew it, Tang Wu had finished the wine in his hand. Only after finishing did he look at the bottle in surprise. Following the direction of the tendons on his wrist, he saw the Vajra knot he always wore. After a two-second pause, he threw the bottle away and picked up a pen.

"My dearest Della, the holidays are just around the corner again—Christmas, a time for family and friends to gather. This reminds me of the Dragon Boat Festival before you left, a festival you couldn't participate in, and one you won't be able to participate in again."

'I feel so sorry that I can't see you, and it reminds me of the regrets I had at the beginning of the Dragon Boat Festival—oh! There were so many, all stemming from my timidity!'

'I want that love knot! I want to sit with you at the dinner table! Even more, I want to lie soberly on your lap!'

"Ah! I'm hopeless. What am I saying? Please don't look down on me. I'm definitely not a lecher, I just can't resist being close to you, in any form."

'I long to be close to you, from the very first moment I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking that.'

'Damn it, the more I write, the more I sound like a lecherous scoundrel. Maybe I really am. Even if I only have this desire for intimacy with you, it doesn't mean it's not my true nature. Sigh, I'm so sorry to have let you know such a hopeless person.'

"Let's not talk about it anymore, we can't talk about it anymore. No matter how regrettable it is, we can't bring it up again. I won't talk about my terrible self anymore. Now I want to know more about you."

Would returning to your hometown make you happy? Would your family members cause you worry? What's troubling you?

These questions always bother me, and they always remind me of you in the newspaper—calm yet not dull, aloof yet not arrogant. You have your own world inside you; you shouldn't be someone who's entangled by those questions, but you are, and that's why you exude a touch of bored indifference.

'Your composure is endearing, your aloofness is admirable, but I must admit, I'm actually most attracted to that boring indifference. Alas! I'm truly the worst person in the world! I only fall for your pitiful moments!'

'Now that I've confessed everything! I feel both apprehensive and relieved. Sigh, I'm definitely the worst person ever, still dreaming that you wouldn't dislike me!'

'Will you hate me? I beg you not, it would kill me.'

'Let's not talk about it anymore, let's not talk about it anymore, we can't bring this up again. Life and death are intertwined with this, I can't let you hate me anymore.'

'Oh, no, I still have to mention it, because the beginning is in the past. After truly getting to know you, the coldness I had inside me was completely replaced by the real Della.'

I love you completely, I love all of you.

Now, I only wish you peace of mind and that you can have more laughter.

After finishing the last stroke, Tang Wu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. He had suppressed all sorts of emotions in his heart for too long, never uttering them aloud. He rarely wrote anything except for his thesis, but today he finally expressed his feelings directly, even writing down his fear and love together. It can be said that he held nothing back.

After a brief moment of exhilaration, Tang Wu was plunged into an even deeper sense of regret and loneliness. He began to laugh at himself, at his recent moment of exhilaration, believing it to be nothing but self-deception.

Would you be satisfied if you wrote it all down?

But will you send it out, Tang Wu?

You don't dare, you don't dare.

Just as the letter said at the beginning, because you are always timid, all you have are regrets.

Tang Wu finally understood himself. He kept sighing, the white paper in front of him became increasingly blurry, and he gradually collapsed due to his poor alcohol tolerance.

After he fell into a deep sleep, Tang Yin, out of kindness to take care of his second brother, sneaked in.

As they dragged Tang Wu to the bed, Tang Wu saw the hastily written but heartfelt letter and marveled at it.

"He can't say more than a few words, and he can't memorize more than a few books, yet he reveals his charm and wit when writing love letters. Tsk tsk tsk, how deep his love is."

So, with the good intention of relieving her second brother's worries, Tang Xun took it upon herself to send the letter out.

Tang Wu was completely unaware of this. When he woke up the next day and found himself in bed, although he remembered the contents of the letter, he thought he had dreamed. It was just that his emotions had been suppressed for too long, so the impression was particularly deep.

He didn't receive a reply from Della until after Christmas.

"Why did you suddenly send me a letter..." Tang Mi murmured to herself as she received the letter, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

"Oh, you wrote a letter after you were drunk last time, right? I mailed it for you," Tang Yun seized the opportunity to reveal the truth. "It was no trouble at all, don't thank me too much."

"What!" Tang Yi's eyes widened, her voice trembling. "A letter! You mailed it?!"

“Oh dear, I told you not to thank me too much, Second Brother,” Tang Yun was very skilled at being shameless. “The most important thing now is to unpack Della’s reply.”

Oh no, we're doomed.

I'm bound to be disliked.

In his letter, he was described as a lecherous scoundrel, the worst man in the world.

In the midst of immense panic, Tang Wu couldn't even remember to blame Tang Yu. With trembling hands, she slowly opened the letter, facing the final verdict in despair.

The letter was opened, and a love knot slipped into her hand first.

The moment that red appeared, Tang Wu felt another heart squeeze into his body. His hands steadied, and he carefully took out Della's letter.

'Thoughts intertwine, longing for our reunion.'

The letter was brief, just one sentence, yet it made Tang Mi feel warm all over.