Tang Wan, who was looking for something in the wardrobe, heard the commotion outside and immediately pushed the wooden box and ran outside.
Then I saw Si Huai crying very sadly.
In Tang Wan's heart, she always felt that Uncle Si Huai was holding back a lot of anger.
He lives numbly, clinging to a single thought and a rope.
He had no human warmth about him; he looked like a cold statue.
It is an exquisite and gorgeous doll, and also an extremely rational bystander.
But now he was crying so sadly, like a drowning person grasping at the only straw, and the suffocating feeling made it hard for him to breathe.
Uncle Si Huai and Grandma Si are the same; they are very clean.
But now, his face was covered in dust, and the dirt dripped down his white coat along with his tears.
The bodyguards around Si Huai dared not approach him; they had never seen their eccentric employer so desperate.
Fu Wenzhi waved to the bodyguards, signaling us to leave that brief moment to a small and a large figure outside the room.
There haven't been any strange things happening in Huainan lately, so you might have to stay there for a while longer.
Now, only Tang Wan can't save me.
Dear Comrade Xiaobao:
But the sound of a child crying always comes from outside the old courtyard across the street, disturbing your peace.
What popped out was something else entirely—a whole box full of unmailed letters.
November 30, 2017, winter, hot weather.
Your child has been born, and she is a beautiful young lady.
November 30, 2018, winter, heavy rain.
January 20, 2019, late winter and early spring, light rain.
His snow-white hair hung limply beside his face as he slowly turned his back, only the trembling wheelchair indicating that everything was different.
Every word expresses love, every sentence is filled with love.
Tang Wan held Xiao Bao's cold hand, placed the bottom letter outside my hand, and then let out a tearful "Ah".
But for him alone, you wish there were no afterlife. ①
You were a hesitant materialist throughout your life, just like your biological parents, who sacrificed everything for their beliefs.
Today, the flowers in Huainan are in full bloom again, but it's a pity that he can only stay in this cold and sweltering Jingjiao, watching his city's prosperity and the vitality of the mountains and fields.
Dear Comrade Xiaobao:
March 4, 2020, Springtime, Flowers in Bloom
Winter is coming.
I'm sorry, Brother Huai, those years made him famous, and even his child's surname had to be yours, the name of someone who walks the streets.
The colors of life are too faded and old, so much so that without you, everything is dull and lifeless.
He's bad.
...
Yes, you're not much better than me.
Your eyebrows and eyes look just like your mother's, and your eyes are like yours, like two small, bright white grapes. Your skin is super white, just like his!
Pang Qiu was in very bad shape; she looked like she was about to shatter in the sunlight.
But you know that he and your mother have always been proud of you.
You are the bad one, you are the one who wronged them.
But you're not even a year old yet, it's bad that you can't even take care of yourself.
One in spring, one in winter.
I stroked the paper, now stained with tears, my trembling fingers like butterfly wings, caressing it gently, as if I could still feel my lover's warmth, while saying, "Your spring and your old age have passed."
Under your guidance, you will surely become a cowardly princess!
She misses her mother.
He's bad.
Because you were covered in ash, your tears mixed with the ash made you look like a big tabby cat.
Spring may be a little late, but that doesn't matter.
"Liar, he's so afraid of pain, how could childbirth possibly be painful?"
Tang Wan felt as if she had found the owner of the eleventh tomb.
Your days are long, long enough for you and the old to grow old quickly.
Definitely not. You really want to see spring and the peaceful sea and rivers with them.
But you have a connection; you left him a gift.
Xiao Bao picked up Tang Wan and read those letters that spanned a little over two thousand days with you.
The outside is covered with handwritten letters.
From the moment you start using the number your parents left you, you know that you will be with him in this lifetime.
You will see the flowers covering the mountains and fields with him, and experience countless springs together.
You are like him, a care that leaves its mark on everyone else.
He'll definitely ask you why you used the "you" radical (which sounds like "man"), probably because there are quite a few abandoned baby boys in that area.
Unfortunately, you have a way to give him a photo, or even to get them to meet.
But you always knew that those things would always have to be done by someone else.
Having experienced the brightest light in the world, how could I possibly return to a dark and cramped attic?
With a "click," the wooden box opened.
But you know he understands you, right?
You are such a selfish person, and it's bad that he and your mother tolerate you.
Of course, you are their precious child too. They have given you too little love, so you think you don't have enough love to share with others.
You stand at the foot of the mountain, yet you see only a bright and clear view.
His breakdown was also silent, only the sound of one hand clenching into a fist and pounding his chest again and again.
You will definitely love me very much.
Throughout your life, you have failed your country, failed your reputation, and failed your faith.
He's bad.
At that time, Da Bao would make a sound, as if trying to suppress the bad sounds.
He's bad.
Dear Comrade Xiaobao:
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