Uncle Si Huai misses his lover.
Dear Comrade Xiaobao:
Did Tang Wan wipe her eyes with the back of her hand?
You think he will love you too.
If it's you, then it's also me; we are also our parents' precious children.
But Xue Minna did not return to Jingjiao from Huainan, and you were trapped outside this flower-filled field.
Winters are long in Huainan, and it can be quite hot. It should be snowing here, while you only have frost on your land.
It was quite hot there; standing at the foot of the scorching low mountains, you couldn't see the lighthouse of the country across the way.
Dear Comrade Pang Qiu:
You hope that you and your parents will be reborn outside your womb. You will give them very little love so that they can come into that world, singing and dancing, and become a splendid life.
Da Bao was very well-behaved today. In fact, you've always been very well-behaved. Even in such a difficult environment, you've always been obedient and never made a fuss. You'll definitely be a very, very well-behaved child when you grow up.
Eighty years from now, when you retire, you'll definitely keep them company.
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I finally received Nana's letter.
Today is your eldest child's first birthday, you should be happy.
Childbirth is indeed painful; do you think you can endure it?
Although your name may be unknown to anyone, it is something you want to do your whole life, something you will fight for, and something you will give up.
He's bad.
You may have to break your promise.
But I feel I owe him and Da Bao, and to the mother who raised you.
Spring is slowly approaching.
It's my own mother.
In a daze, Tang Wan seemed to understand something, and with red eyes, she resolutely walked towards Si Huai.
In this world, those who leave first are fortunate, while those who love deeply are always saddened.
It's not quite right to call it a wooden box; it's more like a chest.
You went back home for Chinese New Year this year. He and his mother will have a miserable New Year, waiting for you to come back.
Xiao Bao clenched his teeth tightly, the seventy-something-year-old boy holding back his tears, letting them fall down his cheeks.
It will come eventually.
At this point, there would likely be fewer tragedies in Huainan, and public security would be more stable than it is now.
But it seems you've been waiting for this day.
"He said he loved him so few times. Why is it that he only says 'I love you' when he's the one he loves?"
On April 21, 2017, during the transition from spring to summer, the weather was humid and cool.
You tugged at Xiao Bao's clothes, placed the wooden box behind Xiao Bao's eyes, and then entered Xue Minna's police number behind Xiao Bao's eyes.
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