Volume 2, Chapter 131: A Love Letter
But the moment he opened it, he was confused.
After seeing the content of the letter, I was even more confused.
The first half of the letter describes what Guanqi talked about with Dongfang Qingzhu.
To be honest, Ye Tingmu was shocked when he saw this content.
If it is as written in the letter.
The Oriental Qingzhu mentioned by Guanqi was born for himself.
He appeared to help him deal with the disaster.
It can also be understood that she will become Ye Tingmu's protector in the future.
In this way, combined with what was said in the letter about watching chess.
Everything was exactly as I had guessed before.
The trajectory is fixed.
Behind all causes and effects.
There has always been an invisible hand secretly manipulating all of this.
Whether it is the meeting of the five brothers and sisters of the Ye family.
I still met Dongfang Qingzhu!
He had always thought that everything started from his own greed.
Now it seems that the encounter with Dongfang Qingzhu was destined, the only difference was the way and time.
Originally, he was quite surprised when Dahei talked about Dongfang Qingzhu's physique.
I thought to myself, what kind of physique can be so amazing?
Now it seems that if what Guanqi said is true, then it can be explained.
The second half of the letter is a poem, with a few lines of dialogue at the end.
That's right.
The second half is a love letter.
Ye Tingmu came back to his senses from the shock just now.
Instead, an inexplicable throbbing surged in my heart.
It's also filled with a hint of anticipation.
When he was on Blue Star, he was a post-90s generation.
When I was in school, I saw classmates writing love letters to each other.
He also wrote, but he wrote for others.
As for receiving love letters.
Never before.
A man will always dream of receiving a love letter in his life.
If I have to say, then the letter in Ye Tingmu's hand is a love letter.
The first love letter in life.
With some trepidation, he looked down.
A few lines of beautiful small characters come into view.
content:
When I was not in the sea of people, I was alone in this mortal world.
Chilly, spring awakens, scorching heat, sudden rain, cold air spreads, and wild geese fly south.
Then came heavy snow and cold wind.
The stars move and the world changes from cold to hot.
Only then did we suddenly look back and our eyes met.
Three characters and twenty-eight strokes, you were all the joy in my youth.
You are the stars in the sky, the vast mountains and rivers, and the fireworks of the world. You are what my heart desires, where my emotions arise, and where my love ends...
The font is pleasing to the eyes and to the heart.
Just a few lines were enough to make Ye Tingmu feel mixed emotions and overwhelmed with emotion.
The words are short and simple, but the meaning is profound and makes people think.
It also expresses Dongfang Qingzhu's inner thoughts.
Recall the past.
Get to know each other, meet each other, and know each other.
An inexplicable encounter, a noisy and close friendship.
Farewell in Beimang City and reunion in Wanshou Mountain.
And in front of Shangyunju, with her arms open, she had already entered his heart.
Everything.
Flashed through my mind.
We've fought together, argued together, and faced things together.
Yu Dongfang Qingzhu always feels different.
He knew it in his heart.
It's just that I don't want to face it.
He has too much on his shoulders.
Even if he likes her, he is unwilling to say it out loud.
If you have to ask yourself in this world, is there someone you like?
Well...he would answer yes.
Dongfang Qingzhu once asked him how to determine whether he liked someone.
He told her that when you close your eyes, the first person who comes to your mind is the one you like.
He tried that, too.
Leave behind my younger brothers and sisters.
Oriental Qingzhu is indeed the first one.
If you must ask, when did this start?
He thought about it.
It should be the time before going to Yunju.
When she stood in front of him.
In fact, the girl's appearance has already been engraved in my heart.
I like this thing, there is no standard answer.
It has nothing to do with appearance, family background, or qualifications.
Love itself is pure.
In this world, it should be more pure.
By some strange coincidence.
He took the pen from the table.
The ink has dried.
He put the tip of the pen in his mouth.
And then below the letter paper.
Pick up the pen and write quickly.
He wrote several lines of large characters in a very eloquent manner.
The day will come when we meet again, and you will no longer be alone in this world.
Spring buds, summer cleansing, autumn hedges, winter fluff, four seasons of longing, waiting for the geese to return north.
You and I meet again, it’s fate.
Stars and moon, spring, autumn and summer snow.
After this.
May we stay together for the rest of our lives and never be separated.
The pen falls.
There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.
If we could meet again, I wouldn't be so timid anymore.
He folded the paper gently.
It became a thousand paper cranes.
Then put it away carefully.
I remember someone said that the first page of the sword manual is to kill the one you love.
But that was just a joke.
Humans have seven emotions and six desires.
Love, hate, and vengeance are all there.
The ruthless sword is naturally very powerful.
But if there is no love, no desire, no request, and no thought.
What's the use of holding the sword in your hand?
Holding Ye Tingmu's sword, he can protect his family, his country, and the balance of the world.
With a wave of the hand, you can kill people, demons, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Pulling it out can also protect relatives, friends, and loved ones.
If there is injustice, draw your sword and end it.
If anyone obstructs me, I will kill him with my sword.
His sword can distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. In this world, I am the only one who rules.
Suddenly, a whisper sounded in my ears.
After a while.
Jinghong rubbed his eyes and got up sleepily.
I didn't forget to stretch.
"Brother, I want some water."
Ye Tingmu put away his thoughts.
Turned his head to look at Jinghong.
Messy hair and sleepy eyes.
And a pretty face.
Now only Jinghong is left.
He poured a glass of water and forced a faint smile.
"I've had enough sleep."
Jinghong gulped down a few mouthfuls.
Then he said: "Brother, I didn't wet the bed today, isn't that great?"
Ye Tingmu rubbed her little head.
Praise: "Yeah, that's amazing."
"Hehe...I'm going to tell my sister!"
With that, she jumped out of bed and ran out barefoot.
Ye Tingmu quickly called her.
"Jinghong!"
"What's wrong bro?"
"Your second brother and his friends are gone."
Puzzled, Jinghong asked in surprise, "Where did you go?"
Ye Tingmu looked in the direction of the door.
“It’s been a long way.”
Jinghong was stunned for a moment.
Still can't understand.
Ye Tingmu walked towards her slowly.
He half-knelt down in front of her.
"It's okay, we'll see each other again."
At this moment, Jinghong knew.
What does big brother mean by leave?
The look in her eyes dimmed instantly, and then she bit her lip.
And then released.
I asked, "How long will it take to come back? Will it take longer than the time my eldest brother left?"
Ye Tingmu didn't intend to hide Jinghong.
She is ten years old now.
She should know what she should know.
Even if it is concealed, there will always be a day when it will be known.
That’s a thousand years.
He whispered, "1,000 years."
Jinghong only felt a buzzing sound in his sea of consciousness.
The eyeballs bulged instantly.
If we talk about the little Jinghong five years ago, he couldn't even count numbers above ten.
Now she already knows the concept of a thousand years.
A person lives for a hundred years.
A thousand years is ten times the life span of a mortal.
She suddenly burst into tears.
Ye Tingmu also felt a sore nose.
Hold Jinghong in your arms.
He patted her back gently with his palm.
"It's okay... I'm here with my big brother, don't cry."
"Wuwu... After 1,000 years, will I be dead? Wuwu..."
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