Chapter 147 This is a love letter six years late
Tang Wan, who was looking for something in the closet, heard the chaotic noise outside and immediately ran out with the wooden box.
Then he saw Si Huai crying sadly.
In Tang Wan's heart, she always felt that Uncle Si Huai was holding a grudge.
He lived numbly, relying on a thought and a rope.
There was no aura about him, he looked like a cold statue.
It is an exquisite and gorgeous puppet, but also an extremely rational bystander.
But he was crying so sadly now, like a drowning man grabbing his only life-saving straw, and the feeling of suffocation made him a little breathless.
Uncle Si Huai and Grandma Si are the same, they love cleanliness.
But now, his face was covered with dust, and the dirt fell onto his white coat along with his tears.
The bodyguards around did not dare to approach Si Huai. They had never seen their employer with a strange temper look so desperate.
His snow-white hair hung limply beside his cheeks. He slowly turned his back, and only the shaking wheelchair showed that everything was different.
His collapse was also silent, with only the sound of one hand clenched into a fist and beating his chest again and again.
In a trance, Tang Wan seemed to understand something, and walked towards Si Huai with red eyes and determination.
She misses her mother.
Uncle Si Huai misses his lover.
In this world, those who leave first are lucky, and those who love deeply are always sad.
After feeling the brightest light in the world, how could I possibly go back to the dark and cramped attic?
Some people are so colorful that when you lose them, everything becomes dull and dim.
Tang Guan felt that he seemed to have found the owner of the eleventh tomb.
It’s my own mother.
Fu Wenzhi waved to the bodyguards, asking them to give this short period of time to the two figures, one big and one small, in the room.
Si Huai is in a very bad state and looks like he is going to break into pieces in the sun.
Now, only Tang Wan can save him.
Tang Wan did not wipe his eyes with the back of his hand.
Because she was covered in dust, her tears and dust mixed together and she looked like a little cat.
She pulled Si Huai's clothes, placed the wooden box in front of Si Huai, and then entered Xue Minna's police number in front of Si Huai.
——387012.
With a "click", the wooden box opened.
What popped out was nothing but a box full of unsent letters.
It’s not quite right to call it a wooden box. It looks more like a box.
There are handwritten letters inside.
It is the font that Si Huai is most familiar with.
Tang Wan held Si Huai's cold hand, placed the top letter in his hand, and then cried out "Ah" in a crying voice.
Si Huai picked up Tang Wan and read these letters with her, which spanned more than two thousand days.
He finally received a letter from Nana.
April 21, 2017, spring and summer, the weather is moist and warm
Dear Comrade Si Huai:
Hello.
Today, the flowers in Huainan are in full bloom again, but it’s a pity that you can only stay in that cold Jingjiao, watching your prosperous city but unable to see the vitality all over the mountains and fields.
But I'm pretty much the same.
Xiaobao was very well behaved today. I should say she has always been very well behaved. In such a difficult environment, she has always been obedient and never made any noise with me. She will definitely be a very well behaved child when she grows up.
I will definitely love her very much.
If you ask me why I use the character for "she" with the character for "女" next to it, it's probably because there are too many abandoned baby girls in this place.
I hope they will be reborn in my belly. I will give them a lot of love, let them come into this world happily, sing and dance, and become a splendid life.
I'm sorry, Brother Huai, for leaving you nameless and without status all these years. Even your child's surname has to be given the name I used when traveling outside.
But I know that you and mom have always been proud of me.
Although my name may not be known to anyone, this is what I want to do in my life, I will fight for it, and I will not give up.
Thirty years later, when I retire, I will definitely spend time with you.
At that time, there would not be so many tragedies happening in Huainan, and public security would be more stable than it is now.
I will watch the flowers all over the mountains with you, and spend countless springs with you.
Our days are still long, long enough for us to grow old slowly.
November 30, 2017, winter, cold weather
Dear Comrade Si Huai:
Hello.
Our child was born, a beautiful little girl.
Her eyebrows and eyes are very similar to her mother's, and her eyes are like mine, like two black grapes, bright and big, and her skin is super white, just like you!
Under my guidance, she will definitely become a brave little princess!
Giving birth isn’t actually that painful, I think I can still bear it.
The winter here in Huainan is not long and not very cold. It should be snowing over there, but I'm just seeing frost.
It's a bit cold here, and standing on the cold mountain you can see the lighthouse in the opposite country.
I stood on the mountain, but couldn't see Jing Jiao.
I still won’t be going back for the New Year this year. You and mom should have a happy New Year and wait for me to come back.
November 30, 2018, winter, light rain
Dear Comrade Si Huai:
Hello.
Today is Xiaobao’s first birthday, I should be happy.
But I could always hear the sound of a baby crying in Laojiu's yard across the street, which made me feel a little uneasy.
Every time this happens, Xiaobao makes a sound, as if he wants to suppress those bad voices.
She is like you, taking care of everyone without leaving any trace.
But she is only one year old and she can't even take care of herself.
I think you will love her too.
Unfortunately, I can't give you a photo, or even let you meet.
It's my fault. I'm sorry.
But I always knew that someone had to do these things.
If it's not me, it will be someone else, they are also their parents' treasures.
Of course, I am also your baby. You have given me so much love, so I think I have enough love to share with others.
Winter is coming to an end.
Spring is coming.
January 20, 2019, late winter and spring, heavy rain
Dear Comrade Si Huai:
Hello.
Huainan has been acting a little strange lately, so I may have to stay here for a while longer.
Spring might be late, but that’s okay.
It will always come.
March 4, 2020, spring, weather and flowers blooming plaque
Dear Comrade Si Huai:
Hello.
I might have to break my appointment.
But it’s okay, I left you a gift.
I have been a staunch materialist throughout my life, just like my biological parents, devoting everything to my beliefs.
But for you alone, I hope there will be an afterlife.
From the moment I opened the number left by my parents, I knew that I would let you down in my life.
But I know you understand me, right?
I am such a selfish person, but fortunately you and mom tolerate me.
In my life, I have lived up to my motherland, my people, and my faith.
But I only owe you, Xiaobao, and my mother who raised me.
If possible, I really want to see the spring and the clear seas and peaceful rivers with you.
But I can't seem to wait for that day.
... plaque
Si Huai clenched his teeth tightly, but the man in his twenties couldn't hold back his tears, so they fell uncontrollably.
He stroked the paper stained by tears, his fingers trembling like butterfly wings, stroking the paper bit by bit, as if he could still feel the warmth of his lover, but he said, "My spring is dead."
"Liar, you are so afraid of pain, how can giving birth not be painful?"
"You've said so much about loving you and the people you love, why don't you just say you love me?"
Even though every word is about love, every sentence is full of love.
One in spring and one in winter.
But Xue Minna did not return to Jingjiao from Huainan. She was trapped in the field where flowers bloomed.
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