A sudden and unexpected suicide note, a chance encounter with a loving heart
The avatar of "Spit Star" quickly flashed a reply: "My dear, do you think this is all the memory is?"
"Probably not, because I'm not sure if he wants to send me letters every day."
"That's it. So there are two possibilities. One is that what the doctor showed you during hypnosis this time is just the outlines of a drawing, uncolored. So many details are still incomplete. The other possibility is that those scenes don't exist in themselves, but are simply external stimuli added by your instincts. Just like when a dreamer hears an alarm clock, their instincts first transform it into a dreamlike sound like a train, an earthquake, or something like that... before they wake up. So the best way is to let the doctor help you recover all your memories."
"Oh...what if I don't want to look for it anymore?"
"Since the doctor has recovered so much for you, why are you still worried?"
"He doesn't mind, but I already know clearly that this memory has nothing to do with my nightmare. You're right, if I've forgotten it, there must be a reason for it. I don't want to look for it anymore, let it go!"
"Wow hahaha... I never thought the young master would obey my humble orders! With such a wise master, I will serve you with all my heart and soul!"
"Let's play cards!"
"twitter!"
The days that followed were as peaceful and sweet as the night, but Qian Jianjun was incredibly busy. Lately, even during business trips, he'd been busy with his crafts, not even skipping a beat on planes. Tu Xinyue suggested he emulate Ke Yike's pure, romantic confessions. They chose the 128th day since he and Xue Jiuyue met, the day that symbolized "Let's love."
With the inspiration from Tu Xinyue, combined with his own deep thinking and seeking help from the Internet, he finally decided on a plan - a long love letter, plus 128 hearts made of red paper.
It was these 128 hearts that put Qian Jianjun's craftsmanship to the test. Starting from scratch, following the video tutorial, he folded dozens of them, only to discard them for various reasons of dissatisfaction. After many hardships and setbacks, Qian Jianjun finally mastered this most challenging craft. He thought the love letter would be easy to create, but when he sought Tu Xinyue's opinion, she met with total rejection.
"Uncle, it's okay to give this love letter to any other girl, but it's not okay to give it to Sister Yue. It's too incomplete!" Even through the phone, Tu Xinyue's voice was still so direct.
"Why is it incomplete?"
"You've known Sister Yue for a while now, and you've done everything you can to please her. Whether you say it or not, your feelings are there. So, not only do you need to express your love, you also need to demand a result!"
"Isn't this inappropriate? I feel there is a high probability that I will be rejected." Qian Jianjun still has some judgment about Xue Jiuyue's feelings.
"Uncle, if you don't give me any feedback, Sister Yue will probably just ignore it. Are you sure she's acquiescing or rejecting it? Even if she's rejected, you have to keep fighting! Look at me, ahem, brother! And do you have that much time for a protracted war?"
"Xiaoyue has no experience in relationships, so even if she agrees, she'll be too embarrassed to say it."
"Uncle, you really know how to be gentle with women. Then you can agree on a subtle way with Sister Yue in the letter. If you still can't do it, then give up and stop trying to pick up girls."
Qian Jianjun racked his brains according to Tu Xinyue's suggestion and finally came up with an idea. He added a paragraph in the love letter: "From the time when the first love was born, it has been exactly 128 days to today, a total of 128 hearts. Each one is a mark of love established in time. I present them to you with my clumsy hands. If you can accept my feelings, please accept these 128 hearts and plant them in this room that witnesses love. If you still can't accept me, please give me a little more patience. I will continue to use my hands, my heart, and my all to bear more love for you..."
Because of computers, Qian Jianjun's fingers have more muscle memory for the keyboard. So he typed out the entire love letter electronically first, then printed it out, intending to handwrite it when it came in handy.
On Sunday evening, upon returning from a business trip, Qian Jianjun visited Inch of Time. He pulled out the printed electronic version and the prepared letterhead, added the opening salutation, and neatly copied the love letter in his vigorous cursive script.
The printed copy was finally put away and placed in a black bag on the sofa. The bag also contained a heart-shaped glass jar with 128 hearts.
After completing all this, Qian Jianjun checked it over again, just like turning in a test paper as a child. Sure enough, he noticed an oversight: he hadn't filled in the date. He was about to fill it in, but suddenly hesitated. He remembered that the date displayed on the electronic clock on the locker when he entered the store seemed to be one day off from what he remembered. While the store's time might be off, the date wasn't necessarily wrong.
So he walked over to the bar with the letterhead.
"Yiyi, could you please tell me what day it is today?"
"Today is the 28th."
"The 28th, thank you Yiyi..." It was indeed the 8th, so the actual date should be tomorrow. Qian Jianjun turned and left, but before he could walk back to the sofa, Lin Yiyi called him from behind, "Mr. Qian, your phone number!"
Qian Jianjun's heart was in his throat. If someone called him to the coffee shop, it must be something important. He hurried back to the bar. Sure enough, it was Gu Quyu on the other end. The company's technical department reported that the company's website and e-commerce platform were under attack by hackers.
The situation was urgent, and Qian Jianjun hurried to the company, leaving the black bag sunk deep into the sofa.
Perhaps it was fate or perhaps it was coincidence, but the black bag remained out of everyone's sight until closing time at night.
"Ying'er, you guys go first." Ke Yike greeted Zhou Ying and the others.
Zhou Ying was a little worried. "Ahem, is there something wrong? I see you're always coming in late and leaving late lately. Are you okay?"
"Yes... ahem..." Ke Yike hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the second half. "Xiao Fei and Xiao Pang asked me to have a drink with them tonight. It's okay."
"Oh, I'll be leaving first then."
"Okay, be careful. Please ask Sister Yue for leave tomorrow morning and arrive later tomorrow."
"Okay. Don't be so arrogant and drink less!"
"Okay, thanks, Ying'er, huh..."
Ke Yike was far from as relaxed and comfortable as he appeared.
Lately, he's been waking up late, going out to "have fun" almost every day after closing. Drinking here is not only cheap, but it can also be deducted from his expected income. He always drinks alone and quietly, and always comes home drunk. Originally, the shadow cast by Ma Saner had kept him from drinking too much, but lately, he just wanted to get drunk, because when he's drunk, he can't think about things, and even if he did, he wouldn't remember them...
But after several days, he realized that his deep drunkenness was like a heavy stone, suppressing everything, but only for a limited time. When he woke up with a splitting headache, the demons and monsters he had previously suppressed not only rose to prominence but also became even more domineering. So Ke Yike called two close friends to see if he could get even more drunk.
The thick morning light hides last night's darkness and all kinds of thoughts in a crystal clear space.
Zhou Ying, who had gotten up early to clean up, finally found the forgotten black bag. It was an ordinary plastic bag, unsealed. Upon opening it, the A4 paper, which had only been temporarily placed there and was not properly placed, first popped out its long restraints.
The cold printed words couldn't conceal the deep affection within. As her eyes moved through each line, a fiery emotion simmered within Zhou Ying. Especially when she read the last 128, a number Zhou Ying was extremely sensitive to, having even counted it again the previous night.
Who wrote this letter? Was it him? Was it for myself?
Put down the letter and fix your eyes on the heart-shaped glass jar. As the letter said, there are 128 red hearts in the jar.
Zhou Ying was so familiar with this heart! 128 days ago, for whatever reason, she'd grabbed the first popcorn from the bucket, and it's been tucked away in her phone case ever since. Even though she knew it wasn't meant for her, she'd still secretly take it out and look at it almost every day...
The unexpected joy made Zhou Ying doubt whether this was real. It was just that Ke Yike's attitude towards her had indeed changed recently. Furthermore, the date was clearly the same as the day she watched the movie. It had been exactly 128 days since she received her first heart at the cinema. Furthermore, the origami craftsmanship of these 128 hearts was identical to the one she had received 128 days prior.
Last night, Ke Yike was the last one to leave. Did he deliberately leave this here as a surprise for himself today? He never expected that after so long, not only would that heart truly become his, but there would be so many more!
Happiness came too suddenly, Zhou Ying still couldn't believe it.
Should I ask Ke Yike to confirm it? Zhou Ying hesitated. But how could she say it out loud? And if it wasn't him, the embarrassment was too much to bear.
The letter said it very clearly and in a literary way - "If you can accept my feelings, please accept these 128 hearts and plant them in this room that witnesses love." In other words, if you accept this feeling, you should show these 128 hearts.
If it was Ke Yike, he would naturally understand; if it wasn't Ke Yike, then he probably didn't know about it, so there would be no misunderstanding. If it was forgotten by another customer, it wouldn't matter if it was displayed in the cafe. At worst, it could be returned intact - compared to getting the long-awaited love, this risk is worth taking!
A plan took shape, and Zhou Ying set to work. She used wood and glass to glue a large, empty heart-shaped box onto the floor-to-ceiling window next to the couple's seats. She used the leftover materials from when Xue Jiuyue had stored the bag Qian Jianjun had given her. Then she placed the 128 red hearts inside, creating a single, large heart.
By the time they finished, the sun was high in the sky. Lin Yiyi and Xue Jiuyue had already arrived, but Ke Yike was still nowhere to be seen. Could it be that he'd taken the day off last night just to give himself more time? This suspicion only strengthened Zhou Ying's confidence.
"Ying'er, what are you doing?" Lin Yiyi asked.
Zhou Ying gave a prepared answer, "It's too troublesome and impolite to always say this is a reserved seat. Why not just set it up as a love seat? I'll try it out first."
Xue Jiuyue received the same answer and was very satisfied...
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