Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

The time interval is too far, Jiang Zicheng can't remember the specific appearance of the boy. He only remembers that Wang Wang is very tall, he is only 14 years old, and he looks as tall as an adult in the village.

He doesn't like to laugh and talks very little.

But Wang Wang's brother was very kind to him, and the UFO, who would wait with him for a long time, has never exposed the boy's fantasy of Krypton.

Jiang Zicheng looked at the returned letter with the red seal of "No such person found", a little sad and a little emotional.

He remembered that before leaving the country, he had made an appointment with the boy to be pen pals and left each other's mailing addresses.

At first they insisted on sending a letter to each other every half a month, but I don't know when Xiaojiang Zicheng can wait for Wang Wang's brother to reply. The village is not big, all correspondence is put on the window sill of the village chief’s house, and the villagers will pick it up when they see it. The letter sent to "Brother Wang Wang" was not picked up, so it was naturally returned, and the reason was the same, "there was no such person".

In the first few times, Xiaojiang Zicheng still insisted on continuing to write letters to the teenager, but as more and more letters returned, he had to accept this sad fact-brother Wang Wang disappeared.

Later, Jiang's school was assigned a new staff room, and their family moved to a new community. Xiaojiangzicheng's attention was quickly diverted. He had new friends, new neighbors, and new toys, so the memories of the golden wheat field were sealed together with these letters.

Fortunately, sixteen years later, these letters finally appeared again.

...

Holding the round iron box, Jiang Zicheng returned to his room.

He leaned against the bedside, reading these letters quietly under the warm bedside light.

There are a total of twelve letters in the iron box, four of which are letters sent by brother Wang Wang, and the remaining eight are all return letters from Jiang Zicheng.

Jiang Zicheng thought for a while and first opened the letter written by the eight-year-old himself.

[Dear brother Wang Wang:

Hello there! Today my mother took me to the zoo and saw giraffes, elephants, lions, tigers, wolves and many other animals!

It's very hot today, I want to eat popsicles, but my mother said that if I eat popsicles, they won't give me pocket money to buy stamps. I think it’s more important to write to you.

But I'm really hot, next time I meet, you want to buy me a popsicle! (There is a small sticker of popsicle here)

Your brother Cheng Cheng]

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

He covered his face and rolled on the bed, making a mess of the bed. Although it is a bit cheeky to say that, the eight-year-old self is really cute! ! !

Jiang Zicheng understands himself. He is most afraid of heat. At the age of eight, he would actually abandon sweet popsicles for friendship. What kind of a good baby is this! ! !

There is also this inscription, "Your Brother Chengcheng", this is too cute! ! From childhood to adulthood, whether he is a family member or his elders, he always called him "Zicheng", "Xiaocheng" and "Xiaojiang". No one has ever called him that way!

The eight-year-old Jiangzicheng's handwriting is very immature, with strokes and strokes, each word is written big, "stand up to the top", and every grid of the letter paper is particularly full. Because Jiang's mother is a Chinese teacher, Jiang Zicheng has been literate very early. When his peers were still using pinyin and typos to put together composition, he was able to write a 300-character weekly diary very smoothly. The whole letter is very clean, almost without alteration, and ingeniously pasted stickers and drew flowers on the side, full of playfulness.

Jiang Zicheng opened the second letter enthusiastically.

[Dear brother Wang Wang:

Beijing suddenly became so cold, I have a cold, you have to pay attention to your body too! My mother said that there will be a strong wind in a few days, let me eat more, or I will be blown away by the wind.

I asked my mother where the strong wind was blowing, and my mother said it was blowing from north to south.

I asked where Nan is, and my mother said that the village is just south.

This is really great, I decided to eat a piece of meat from today, so that the north wind can send me to find you.

Brother Chengcheng who wants to be lighter]

Jiang Zicheng: "...ohhh, my god, I got a real angel!!!"

Then came the third letter.

[Dear brother Wang Wang:

You have not replied to me twice. Every day I ask the postman if he has any letters from you, and the uncle says no.

Mom said, because I asked you to buy me a popsicle, a good boy can't reach out and ask for something from others. This is wrong.

Sorry, Wang Wang, I apologize to you, don't be angry.

Would you please reply to me?

Sorry Seongseong brother]

Then came the fourth letter.

[Dear brother Wang Wang:

Today I met my uncle postman, who said that I have three letters. I was very happy, thinking that your reply arrived, but I didn’t expect it to be a bounce.

I asked Uncle Postman, why did the letter return?

The uncle postman pointed to the red seal on the envelope and told me, because "there was no such person", it meant that the place I was sending the letter did not have the person I was looking for.

Why is this so? The Wang Wang brother I was looking for was always there.

Sad Chengcheng brother]

Jiang Zicheng looked at these immature letters one by one. With the content of the letter, the corners of his mouth that had been cocked, slowly pressed down, and gradually turned into a sad arc.

He seemed to see himself, the little boy with a round head and round brain, lying on the table and jot down the trivial matters of life one by one, and can't wait to share with his good friends. But when the letter was delivered, his hope for the date was inexplicably frustrated, leaving only regrets.

Time has passed for too long, and he can no longer recall the sadness and sadness at that time, but he must be...it must have disappointed him when he was young?

Jiang Zicheng put down the return letters from those who were not found, sighed deeply, and picked up the remaining four replies from brother Wang Wang.

Because these letters were not protected by envelopes, many places were eaten by insects, and the source of those little insects must be the few ginkgo leaves he left in the box.

Jiangzicheng’s stationery is very beautiful, light blue, light green, and light yellow, with Ultraman and Saint Seiya printed on it. This kind of beautiful letter paper costs five dollars at the stationery shop at the entrance of the elementary school. Can buy a stack. In contrast, Brother Wang Wang's reply was much simpler, he seemed to tore a page from the homework paper casually, the break was not neat, and the text was very short.

The young man's handwriting is full of heroic spirit, and it is as strong as the back of the paper, just like him, standing upright in every word.

【City:

Is the road back to Beijing going well? How are your uncles and aunts, please say hello to them for me!

You are going to be in the third grade at the beginning of school, and you can no longer cry like the second grade.

hope】

【City:

I have received your reply. Thank you for the ginkgo leaves you sent here. They are very beautiful. I have never been to Beijing, nor have I seen ginkgo trees.

When I have my own house in the future, I will plant ginkgo trees at the door. Then my brother will invite you to come to my house as a guest.

hope】

【City:

Rest assured, I will keep a secret for you and will not tell others about your "Kryptonian superpowers."

I have been thinking about what you said to me before leaving.

You said, I will have a younger sister in the future, and she will be my most important family member.

But I think my sister is too annoying, and my sister at the same table loves to cry very much.

Will the things you foresee will be achieved 100%? Can I replace my younger sister with my younger brother?

hope】

【City:

I will be fifteen years old in a few days, and I am still waiting for them to pick me up. But I may not be able to wait.

Also, I've said it many times, don't call me Brother Wang Wang! This sounds like the name of a dog!

My name is ▇▇wang]

Jiang Zicheng's gaze was fixed on the last signature of the letter paper. Unfortunately, due to the moth-eaten reason, this looks like a three-character name, with only the last word left, "wang".

Jiang Zicheng glared at the big hole, kicking his legs in anxious manner, wishing to go back and cover his mouth severely.

He had actually done such a stupid thing before, and he boldly told other people about his predictive ability! ! Also "seeing" the future for the other party! ! ! !

The regrets and disappointments that lingered in my heart just now have all turned into tension. This young man who suddenly disappeared from his life became a bomb in a blink of an eye.

Ah ah ah ah, I hope this Wang Wang brother (or Wang Wang brother) will treat his words as a child's whimsical, don't take it seriously!

He doesn't want to see this mysterious little brother appear next to him again one day in the future, forcing him to use his foresight to "see" some "futures" that he doesn't want to "see"!