Stay Safe

Xiao Jin waited until he couldn't see the back of Muxianxi, then shook his head and smiled, turned around, took out his card and swiped the elevator, and dragged his suitcase into the elevator.

Wooden pillow stream looked at the rising floor, one hand clenched a fist, and tapped lightly in the other palm, thinking in his heart: hurry up, hurry up, if you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch up!

It was still early, the elevator to the upper floor was unobstructed, and there was a ding sound. Before the elevator door was fully opened, Wooden Sleeper Stream rushed out, rushed to the front of his own door, quickly locked the door and pressed the unlock code, without resting. He threw himself in front of the bay window, his heart beating faster due to excessive anticipation.

Most of the windows in Building 2 are dark, only a few are lit. Muzhenxi looked at the few houses with lights on, and it was not enough to remember it in his mind, so he took out his mobile phone and took a picture.

If Xiao Jin's house was not blocked, it would be one of these houses.

She did not leave the bay window, but continued to stare with bated breath.

In less than a minute, a lit light suddenly appeared in her field of vision, and then a figure walked back and forth in the living room, with a figure very similar to Xiao Jin. If the wooden pillow stream can only draw a suspicious conclusion in normal times, it is 100% certain today.

As if giving her reassurance, the phone in her pocket vibrated.

Xiao Jin sent her a text message: [Arrived home]

Wooden Pillow Creek looked outside, the figure was bowing his head.

Wooden Pillow Creek couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, let out a sigh of relief, and replied: [Okay, let's go to sleep, I didn't get much rest on the train]

Xiao Jin: [Then... good night? 】

Looking at the sky, Muzhenxi couldn't say good night anymore, but if we continue to talk about such details, I don't know when to talk, so Muzhenxi replied: [Good night]

She waited for the figure in the bay window to disappear, and then the wooden pillow stream walked back to the entrance of the entrance, took off the snow boots, mopped the stains from the shoes on the ground, turned her neck, and planned to go back and make up Sleep.

She slept for more than three hours last night, that is, Xiao Jin, if it were someone else, how could she go out to pick up someone so much on New Year's Eve. Even if it was Yin Xiaoli, she had to think about it and persuade her to come back another day.

Xiao Jin, ah Xiao Jin.

Wooden Pillow Creek took off his clothes and lay on the bed, still thinking about the name. After closing his eyes for a while, he fished out the phone, opened the information record and scrolled up one by one, smiling unconsciously on the corners of his eyes.

Mu Zhenxi rubbed his face, sank into the bed, and slept contentedly.

Although Xiao Jin was sleepy, he couldn't fall asleep, thinking about things over and over again. She was smiling for a while, frowning for a while, she had a delicate heart, she could analyze everything, and came up with a coping strategy very quickly, except for the wooden pillow creek, she could not wait to conjure up seven clues to open a seminar by herself , trying to be foolproof.

Wooden Pillow Stream is a risk she can't take, a failure she can't bear.

Thinking about her nervousness, Xiao Jin sat up, took a sip from the water on the bedside table, and let herself relax a little. As soon as she relaxed, the hand of Wooden Pillow Creek that was pulling the handle of the suitcase this morning naturally appeared in front of her.

Muzhenxi's hands are not only long, but also good-looking, with rounded fingertips and well-defined joints. It looks very dexterous, and in fact, it is even more so.

Ten years later, it would be impossible to say that Xiao Jin never thought about it in these ten years. But there has never been a time like today, like a spark that fell on a dry pile of firewood, and it started a fire in an instant, and the thought of it made my whole body hot.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep with difficulty, and she didn't know how long it took before she fell into darkness.

In the dream, the spring rain is gurgling and the water is flowing.

Xiao Jin woke up and turned her head to the side. The heavy curtains were opaque. She narrowed her eyes and reacted for a while. The back of one hand was placed on her forehead, and the other hand tentatively touched it.

……wet.

Xiao Jin resignedly got up to take a shower. It was impossible to fall asleep like this. He simply lay in the bathtub and used his mind to feel the wooden pillow stream from beginning to end. He sat up panting, and waited for the feeling of weakness in his body to pass before slamming. With a bang, he stepped out of the bathtub, cleaned himself slowly, put on a clean bathrobe, and went to the study alone to prepare for lessons.

Now only work can keep her mind free.

***

Muzhenxi was awakened by the phone. She slept in the dark, grabbed the phone and saw the five o'clock displayed on it, but she didn't know whether it was five in the morning or five in the afternoon.

She raked her hair, buried her face in the pillow again, held the phone to her ear, and said, "Mom."

Yin Xiaoli said, "What are you doing? You haven't replied to me for a day."

Wooden Pillow Creek said in a loud voice, "I'm sleeping, I'm so sleepy, I'm almost in a coma."

Yin Xiaoli said, "Oh, oh, I thought something happened to you. Why did you sleep so late today? Have you eaten?"

Wooden Pillow Creek was about to wake her up, wanting to struggle again, and hummingly replied, "I didn't eat."

Yin Xiaoli warned: "Then remember to eat when you wake up."

"Understood." Muzhenxi shrunk his hands under the duvet, too lazy to move, his face was arched like a hamster, and he used his chin to reach the hang up button.

Yin Xiaoli hung up for her first, and Muzhenxi heard the busy tone of Dudu, closed her eyes, drowsiness struck, and fell asleep again.

There is no need to visit relatives on the first day of the new year. Yin Xiaoli is very leisurely in her hometown, and it is easy to think too much when people are free. She hung up the phone, crossed her legs on the sofa, nibbling on an apple and pondering: Last New Year's Eve, Wooden Pillow Creek told her at 11:30 that she was going to bed, but no one slept the next afternoon. Wake up, although it is undeniable that she has stayed up for several nights at work recently and needs to make up for sleep, but this is a little too much.

creak creak.

Yin Xiaoli finished eating three or two bites, threw the apple core into the trash can, wiped her hands with a tissue, and sent a message to Xiao Jin.

Yin Xiaoli: [Dr. Xiao, happy new year, hee hee hee]

Dr. Xiao did not reply to her.

She always responded to her news in seconds, as if Dr. Xiao, who had purchased a sea view room on WeChat, didn't reply to her.

What does this mean?

Sherlock Holmes once said that if all the impossible is eliminated, the remaining one, no matter how incredible it is, is the truth!

Although this coincidence is a bit far-fetched, Yin Xiaoli chooses to ignore it and trust his intuition. Muzhenxi and Xiao Jin must have gotten together, and maybe they are sleeping in the same bed now!

Be nice.

Yin Xiaoli suddenly felt a sense of pride that "my family has a young girl growing up". Wooden Pillow Stream has opened up. No matter what, if you sleep first, people will not suffer. If her mother hadn't ordered Yin Xiaoli to stay at home until the fifth day of the new year, she would now want to go back to Lincheng to catch the rape, no, just to watch the fun.

Yin Xiaoli rubbed her hands and walked excitedly in the living room until her mother Yin, who was cleaning the toilet, had her eyes hurt by her wandering, and she shouted, "Don't shake." Yin Xiaoli chose to go back to the room and roll on the bed. .

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Jin replied to her message.

Xiao Jin: [Happy New Year, I just woke up, sorry for the late reply]

Yin Xiaoli: "!!!"

Her guess turned out to be true!

Yin Xiaoli: [Is Wooden Pillow Creek awake? 】

Xiao Jin slept with the air conditioner on for an afternoon. The air was dry. When he woke up, his throat was dry and thirsty. He raised his head and poured a large glass of water. Seeing the news from Yin Xiaoli, he went back without much reaction: [Wake up]

She couldn't sleep in the morning because of her spring dream, so she slept in the afternoon, and Muzhenxi went back to make up her sleep, so she should have woken up early.

Yin Xiaoli's eyes widened, and after a few words in her heart, she typed: [How do you know? ! 】

[System message: Xiao Jin withdrew a message]

Yin Xiaoli: [I tell you I took a screenshot and I tell you! [Screenshot picture]]

Xiao Jin: "..."

Failed.

She could go back and make up for the last sentence, but she retracted the news without thinking, she was just trying to hide it.

Yin Xiaoli: [Did you two sleep last night? 】

The water that Xiao Jin swallowed in his throat almost choked out.

Xiao Jin: [No]

Yin Xiaoli: [I rely on me, rely on me! That's why you two did get together last night! 】

Xiao Jin supported his forehead.

Why was it tricked again? Is she delirious? Over and over again, it was so easy to tell the story?

Xiao Jin put down the phone, rubbed her face with both hands, and sat calmly on the sofa.

Yin Xiaoli was over there killing a series of news.

[Really, I misread you, Dr. Xiao! 】

[I thought the two of us were on one side, but when such a big thing happened, you still covered it up for me. What about the trust between people and each other? 】

[Every word that Wooden Pillow Creek said, I told you about you, how did you treat me? 】

【Sad】

[Our assist is also to cry for our human rights]

...

Xiao Jin looked at the news that popped up one after another, and felt the horror of a chatterbox again.

Yin Xiaoli: [[Quiet like a chicken.jpg]]

Xiao Jin decided to adjust her strategy in just two minutes. She once thought it was impossible in her life, so she could only watch her from a distance and watch her bloom.

Love is no other desire, she can't be content, she's out of balance. When she can't get it, she can endure it, and her heart can be as calm as water, but since God gave her a turning point and let her see hope, Xiao Jin can no longer hold back.

But this time is no different than the first time, she needs more deliberation to take this step, and she can't use the same means as in high school to trap the wooden pillow stream into her trap, the only thing she can rely on is the one who still loves the wooden pillow. Heart of the stream. Other than that, there is no other way.

Since he couldn't speculate on Muxianxi's true thoughts, he asked Yin Xiaoli to ask.

After Xiao Jin thought about it, he bit his lower lip and replied to Yin Xiaoli: [I went back to Lincheng last night, and Muzhenxi came to pick me up at the station]

Yin Xiaoli's head is full of yellow waste, and she can't control her gradually perverted smile: [So when you go home, you go crazy...]

The corner of Xiao Jin's mouth twitched, and she said in her heart, "Yes, they made love madly, but unfortunately it was in their own dreams.

Xiao Jin: [No, we had breakfast together at McDonald's, she took me home, and she went back to her own home]

Yin Xiaoli was very disappointed: [That's it? 】

Xiao Jin: [That's it]

She continued typing: [I have something to ask for your help]

Yin Xiaoli immediately sat up straight: [You said]

***

Muzhenxi leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, clicked on the notification bar of the mobile phone and glanced at it, Xiao Jin did not send her any more messages, and the time above showed seven o'clock in the evening. She was so hungry that she couldn't take it anymore, Fang got out of bed and put on her shoes, went to the kitchen to order quick-frozen dumplings, and stared at the boiling water in the pot in a daze.

I only saw it in the morning, just twelve hours from now, and the figure of Xiao Jin is all in Muzhenxi's mind. She seems to be a drug that is strictly forbidden to be touched. Once touched, she will become addicted. Wooden pillow stream, who originally wanted to go step by step, was shocked because of such a small episode, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

The emotional defense line is on the verge of collapse, no, it should be said that her heart has never belonged to her, it has always been with Xiao Jin. But she was not mentally ready to accept a Xiao Jin ten years later.

She has never loved a person like Xiao Jin, and she has never received such deep pain from anyone. She even woke up from a nightmare with tears on her face in the middle of the night, clutching her chest until she couldn't breathe.

With every breath, the pain in the chest would be sharp, like a knife. She once wondered if she had a heart attack in the piercing pain, otherwise how could the pain feel so real.

Xiao Jin didn't take it seriously, and Muzhenxi didn't take it seriously. She thought that Xiao Jin was just going to be angry for a long time, but took ten thousand steps back and said that even if she didn't want to be herself, it was impossible for her to watch her grandmother lying on the hospital bed and never come to see her.

Wooden Pillow Creek even went to her house several times to find her and rang her doorbell, but no one responded. Muzhenxi had to go back to the hospital and concentrate on taking care of her grandmother, but she didn't expect that she would really leave.

After dealing with his grandmother's funeral in a daze, Muzhenxi returned to school for class, looked at the empty place beside him, bit his lips and sighed. She ran to Xiao Jin's house again to find someone, but was still turned away. She began to write letters to Xiao Jin, one by one, sincerely apologized to her, let her go, would not quarrel again, and assured her that she would study hard. beg her to come back.

It was 12 days before the college entrance examination, and she couldn't bear it any longer. Once between classes, she dragged a classmate and asked her in a low voice about Xiao Jin's whereabouts.

The classmate looked surprised: "Xiao Jin has gone abroad, don't you know?" Muzhenxi is the closest person to Xiao Jin in the class, doesn't she know?

As if the wooden pillow stream was struck by lightning, she clutched the life-saving straw like a life-saving straw, and wrapped her fingers tightly around her classmate's arm: "What, what did you say? Say it again!"

The classmate was frightened by her red eyes, and went out to earn money in fear: "She really went abroad. If you don't believe me, ask others."

Muzhenxi didn't believe in evil, and asked one by one classmates, and they all got the same answer.

Sitting on the seat, Muzhenxi seemed to have been emptied of his soul in an instant, his limbs were cold, his heart seemed to be cut with a sharp blade, and his heart was flowing aimlessly.

The math teacher distributed the papers to the first row of each group, and passed them from front to back. The students in the front row of Wooden Pillow Creek turned their heads and handed them the papers. They saw her terribly white lips, and then it was like a scene in a movie. Wooden Pillow Creek fell softly from the seat, knocking his head on the floor tile with a thud.

The desks and chairs rattled, and all the students gathered around.

Lying in the school infirmary for a long time, Wooden Sleeper Creek woke up leisurely and returned to the classroom with the bandage on his head.

Afterwards, he failed the college entrance examination and left Lincheng.

She hasn't given up completely yet, and has been writing letters back.

On the fourth year of Teachers' Day after the breakup, on Xiao Jin's birthday, Muzhenxi took a day off. Using the cosmetics borrowed by Yin Xiaoli, she painted a light makeup against the online tutorial, and waited at home from morning to dusk, and then to dusk. The sun rises again.

Muzhenxi took out the photo of her with her grandmother and Xiao Jin from the frame, cut off Xiao Jin with tears, and burned it with a lighter, like a silent funeral. The moment the fire tongue licked up, Wooden Pillow Creek squatted on the ground, hugging his knees and crying bitterly.

For the love she buried with her own hands.

...

Muzhenxi walked slowly to the study, staring at her and her grandmother in the photo frame, her originally swaying mood instantly calmed down. Xiao Jin's reappearance, who can determine whether it is a gift from God or another catastrophe for her?

After breaking the mirror and reuniting, in the end, if she repeats the same mistakes, she will not have the ability to bear it again.

The differences between them still exist, and the breakup was not entirely due to misunderstandings. Even if Muzhenxi deliberately forgot about the mentally exhausting time, those hysterical and merciless hurtful words were like sharp swords. , has already left an indelible mark on her heart.

"Grandma..." Muzhenxi's heart gradually cooled down, but there was a flame in it that was beating unwillingly, she stroked the old man's kind face, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "Can you tell me, what should I do? manage?"

***

Yin Xiaoli accepted Xiao Jin's request, and at the same time did not want to scrutinize the progress of their relationship, and was very dissatisfied with the answer.

Xiao Jin could only give her a helpless expression.

Yin Xiaoli always felt that she had forgotten something important. Until the end of the Spring Festival holiday, she embarked on the road back to Lincheng and went to work normally. Due to the nature of her unit, the office sends someone to the post office every week. Yin Xiaoli sat at the workstation, looked at the colleague, slapped her thigh suddenly, and remembered it.

She hurried out of the office without even sending any news, and directly dialed Xiao Jin on WeChat.

Xiao Jin happened to be not in class, and was writing a paper in the study at home, and then picked it up with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Yin Xiaoli was short of breath and kept saying, "Trust! Believe! Believe!"

Xiao Jin was at a loss: "Why believe it or not?"

Yin Xiaoli went crazy and said, "Ah, ah, it's a letter! Wooden pillow creek wrote you a letter! Did you receive it?"

Xiao Jin was stunned and said, "No, I'm basically abroad, how can I receive the letter?"

Yin Xiaoli did not speak.

Xiao Jin was furious: "What did she write, and where did she send it?"

Yin Xiaoli slammed her fist against the wall: "I knew it!" The letters from Muzhenxi were written in vain, and then again, "Wait, I suddenly remembered that the envelope I saw last time had no address, and said Maybe she didn't send it at all."

Yin Xiaoli squeezed her brows and said, "I'm so excited. I just saw our colleague go to the post office and immediately thought of it, so I can't wait to tell you."

Xiao Jin wanted to get more details from her, and after asking a few more questions, Yin Xiaoli said guiltily: "Actually, I just saw one, but..." She paused, "She said a few words at that time. , do you want to listen?"

Xiao Jin took a deep breath to adjust and said, "You say it."

Yin Xiaoli said abruptly, "I asked her who the letter was sent to. She replied, someone who might not care about her, but she hasn't given up yet. She wants to... wait for you." Her eyes were suddenly wet. , whispered to Xiao Jin, "She has waited for you, she has waited for you for four years in hopelessness, and you have never appeared."

Four years...

turn out to be……

Xiao Jin raised his hand and pressed his chest, raised his face and took a few breaths, holding back the heat in his eyes, and then said in a low voice, "I see."

Yin Xiaoli said, "If you really intend to get her back, please be more patient."

There was only a suppressed breathing sound on Xiao Jin's side, and after a while, he made a low "um".

After hanging up Yin Xiaoli's call, Xiao Jin pressed her forehead against the icy wall, gasping for breath. After a long time, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, clicked the number of Muxianxi from the mobile phone address book, and dialed the number. He hesitated for a second before sending her a text message. In the past few days, Muxianxi has returned to its previous state. The two occasionally meet in a coffee shop, and they are close friends.

Xiao Jin: [Have you written me a letter? 】

Mu Zhenxi pressed his left hand on the keyboard for a while, picked up the mobile phone with the screen on on the desktop, and looked at the words lying quietly on the screen, but couldn't recover for a while. Her right hand holding the pen also stopped, and both hands were holding the mobile phone together. It seemed that otherwise, she could not bear the weight of a small mobile phone.

Wooden Pillow Creek replied briefly: [Yes]

Xiao Jin's eyelashes were wet, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably: [I didn't receive it, sorry]

Wooden Pillow Creek gritted his teeth: [It doesn't matter, it's all in the past]

Saying that, immediately lock the phone screen and put it aside.

Sister Corgi got up and poured water, glanced here inadvertently, and was suddenly stunned. Did she see it wrong? Is the boss actually crying?

She panicked instantly.

Muzhenxi noticed her movement, smeared her face with the back of her hand, and hurried out of the office.

Xiao Jin slid down weakly against the wall, buried his face in his knees, and dropped his phone on the floor.

The brain tries to come up with a clear idea in the chaotic information, but it is wrapped up by more things, which does not help. Xiao Jin wanted to shout, to shout, to vent everything, but in the end it just turned into a mechanically repeated word: "Trust."

Where is the letter? Where did the letters that Wooden Pillow Creek sent her? !

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, and when he wanted to grab it, he slipped away from his fingers. Xiao Jin slammed the wall hard and roared uncontrollably.

The phone on the floor sang the ringtone.

Xiao Jin grabbed it irritably and saw that it was Xiao's mother, Lu Xiaoyun, who was calling, and her anger rose to the top. She picked it up, but did not speak, only the heavy breathing like a dying beast.

Lu Xiaoyun was startled when she heard her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Jin's voice was as dark as a ghost, and he said coldly, "You'd better find me on business."

Lu Xiaoyun cautiously cut to the topic: "That's it, I'm not planning to sell the house in Lincheng, I've already sorted it out. I came to take a look today and found something, you might want to take a look."

Xiao Jin said coldly, "What?"

Lu Xiaojun said, "In the mailbox of our house downstairs, there is... a letter from Wooden Pillow Creek." After a few seconds, she added, "A lot."

letter……

Xiao Jin, who was slow to catch the word, suddenly widened his eyes and rushed out of the door, frantically pressing the elevator button while yelling at the phone: "Don't touch those letters!" Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were red. , the threatening voice turned into a plea, "Mom, please don't touch them."

Lu Xiaoyun heard her voice close to collapse, guilt drowned in her heart, she burst into tears, and softly answered her: "I didn't move, I won't move, I won't move anything, I'll give it to you when you come back."

"Thank you, thank you." Xiao Jin took a breath and said, "I'll go back now, please... Please keep those letters, they are very important to me."

It was only ten years ago that Xiao Jin returned to Lincheng from abroad for the first time. When he returned home, he found that everything about Muxianxi had been destroyed by his parents. He slammed out the door, and never set foot here again.

Xiao Jin stepped into the building and glanced aside at the tin mailbox on the first floor. Few people can write letters now, and it has basically become a decoration. But not in high school, Xiao Jin ordered several science, nature and other magazines, which were regularly delivered to the mailbox. The aunt at home would check the mailbox regularly and deliver the magazine to Xiao Jin upstairs.

Lu Xiaojun had already opened the door, looking at her silent daughter who appeared at the door, she took a step back, pointed to Xiao Jin's bedroom, and said softly, "The letter has been placed on your desk."

Xiao Jin wanted to say thank you, but was stuck in her throat and couldn't say anything. She nodded to Lu Xiaoyun, walked quickly into the bedroom, and closed the door.

Xiao Jin leaned her back against the door. At this moment, she hardly had the courage to look at the letters on the table. She took a deep breath and finally walked slowly towards the desk.

Wooden pillow Creek really wrote a lot of letters to her, and they were arranged one by one on the table from left to right in chronological order. They were probably organized by Lu Xiaoyun, and the envelopes were postmarked with the date.

The earliest one was sent out on May 10, 2008. Because of the passage of time, the letter paper had already changed its color, and Wooden Pillow Creek wrote to her: "Grandma has been sleeping more and more lately, you can take a look when you have time. see her?"

On May 13, 2008, Muzhenxi wrote to her in a letter: "I didn't mean to break up with you that day, I just didn't want to make you suffer so hard, I feel sorry for you. After you broke up, I was shameful The idea of ​​​​following the trend, because you and I are too tired, I apologize to you, can we reconcile?"

Xiao Jin's nails sank into the palm of his hand, and suddenly he clasped the edge of the table, supporting himself and slowly sitting down on the chair.

May 18, 2008.

"Grandma died, and I think I'm dying too."

On May 22, 2008, this piece of stationery was mottled and seemed to have been repeatedly wet with tears. There were only four short words in it, "You come back", and there was no punctuation.

May 25, 2008.

"I heard from my classmates that you have already gone abroad? It's not true, are you... arguing with me? Isn't the start of school abroad in September or October? I won't believe it, of course, if you want me Letters are also ok, so I will cry, you like to see me cry, I already cried, I cried all night, are you happy? Can you come back? Stop torturing me, you want to do I promise everything, I beg you, I beg you to come back."

Xiao Jin's hands trembled violently, unable to remove it.

She covered her face and sobbed silently. It took more than ten minutes before she gathered up her courage and continued to look down.

On September 10, 2008, on Xiao Jin's first birthday after the breakup, Muzhenxi went out of town, and the letter wrote: "I went out of town and bought a mobile phone, the mobile number is 15xxxxxxxxx, and the address is x city, x province. District x x street xxx," went down to the house number, and finally drew a little figure of Xiao Jin with a brush, next to it was written, "Happy birthday, Xiao Jin'er."

Xiao Jin looked at the painting and smiled, smiled and rolled back tears, raised his hand and wiped it with the back of his hand.

In the following three years, Muzhenxi wrote dozens of letters to her. Each letter began with her latest contact information and address. The handwriting was extremely clear, one stroke at a time, for fear that Xiao Jin would not be able to read it clearly. she. But how could she have imagined that these letters of hers, together with the heart of anticipation, had been left in the mailbox for ten years, covered with dust, and no one cared about it.

Finally arrived at the last one, this one is the thickest.

Xiao Jin's eyes were blurred so badly that he had to pull out a tissue, press it hard between his eyes, and slowly open the folded pages of letter paper.

"Sometimes I feel ridiculous. You may not be able to see these letters when you send them, and you may ignore them when you see them, but I still want to write them to you..."

I had a hunch that this might be the last letter. Wooden pillow Brook wrote a long, very long letter, talking about her life, about her mood, and about missing her all these years. Xiao Jin looked at it line by line, every few paragraphs he had to stop for a while, open his mouth wide to let himself breathe some fresh air, so as not to suffocate due to lack of oxygen.

At the end of the letter, it was written in gentle and graceful handwriting: "Although you left without saying goodbye, I still love you. I will wait for you for another year. If you still love me, even if you only care about me a little, can you come to me?"

Xiao Jin turned back to the postmark date of this letter: September 10, 2011.

If she had opened the mailbox that time when she came back, even if she thought about it later and looked at the mailbox at home...

Xiao Jin clenched the yellowed pages of letter paper, together with the promise that had expired for many years, tightly pressed against his heart, and wept bitterly.