Chapter 147： This is a love letter six years late

Chapter 147 This is a love letter six years late

Tang Wan, who was looking for something in the closet, heard the chaotic sounds outside, and immediately pushed the wooden box and ran outside.

Then I saw Si Huai who was crying very sadly.

In Tang Wan's heart, she always felt that Uncle Sihuai was holding his breath.

He was living numbly relying on only one thought and a rope.

There is no popularity about him, he looks like a cold statue.

It is an exquisite and gorgeous doll, and it is also an extremely sensible bystander.

But he was crying so sadly now, like a drowning man grasping at the only life-saving straw, and the feeling of suffocation made him breathless.

Uncle Si Huai and Grandma Si are the same. They love to be clean.

But now, his face was covered with dust, and the dirt fell on his white coat along with his tears.

The bodyguards around him did not dare to approach Si Huai. They had never seen this weird employer look so desperate.

Snow-white hair hung weakly by his cheeks. He slowly turned his back. Only the trembling wheelchair showed everything was different.

His collapse was also silent, with only the sound of one hand clenching into a fist and beating his chest again and again.

In a daze, Tang Wan seemed to understand something, and walked towards Si Huai firmly with red eyes.

She misses her mother.

Uncle Si Huai misses his lover.

In this world, those who leave first are lucky, while those who love deeply are always sad.

Having experienced the brightest light in the world, how could it be possible to return to the dark and narrow attic.

Some people’s colors are so bright that without them, everything becomes dull.

Tang Wan felt as if he had found the owner of the eleventh tomb.

It’s my mother.

Fu Wenzhi waved to the bodyguards, asking them to give their short time to the figures in the room, large and small.

Si Huai was in very bad condition and looked like he was about to shatter 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 ashes, her tears mixed with the ashes looked like a little cat.

She pulled the hem of Si Huai's clothes, placed the wooden box in front of Si Huai's eyes, and then entered Xue Mina's alarm number in front of Si Huai's eyes.

—387012.

With a "click", the wooden box opened.

What popped out was nothing else. It was a box full of unsent letters.

It is not quite right to say it is a wooden box, it looks like a box.

There are handwritten letters inside.

is Si Huai’s most familiar font.

Tang Wan held Si Huai's cold hand, put the top letter in his hand, and said "ah" in a crying voice.

Si Huai picked up Tang Wan and read these letters with her that spanned more than two thousand days.

He finally received Nana’s letter.

April 21, 2017, the turn of spring and summer, the weather was humid 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 the prosperity of your city, but not the vitality of the mountains and plains.

But I’m pretty much the same.

  Xiaobao is very well-behaved today. It should be said that she has always been well-behaved. In such a difficult environment, she has always been obedient and never made any noise to me. She will definitely be a very well-behaved child when she grows up.

I will definitely love her very much.

If you want to ask me, why do I use the word she next to the word 女, it’s probably because there are too many abandoned baby girls in this place.

I hope they will be reincarnated in my belly, and I will definitely give her a lot of love, so that she can happily come into this world, sing and dance, and become a gorgeous life.

Sorry, Huai Ge, these years have made you unknown, even the surname of the child will be on my name that walks 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, and I will fight for it and never give up.

Thirty years later, when I retire, I will definitely accompany you well.

At that time, Huainan should not have so many tragedies, and public security will be more stable than it is now.

I will look at the flowers all over the mountains and fields with you, and spend countless springs together. 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 are like her mother's, her eyes are like mine, like two dark 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 is actually not that painful. I think I can bear it.

The winter here in Huainan is not long, and it is not very cold. It must be snowing over there, but it is just frost here.

It’s a bit cold here. Standing on the cold mountain, you can see the lighthouse of the opposite country.

I stood on the mountain, but I couldn’t see Jing Jiao.

I won’t go back for the New Year this year. You and your mother will have a happy New Year and wait until I come back.

November 30, 2018, winter, light rain

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello.

Today is Xiaobao's first birthday, I should be happy.

It’s just that the sound of children crying is always heard from Laojiu’s courtyard across the street, which makes me a little restless.

Every time at this time, Xiaobao makes a sound, as if he wants to suppress the bad sounds.

She is like you, taking care of everyone without leaving a trace.

But she is only one year old, and she cannot even take care of herself.

I think you will love her too.

It’s a pity that I can’t give you a photo or even let you meet.

It’s my fault, I’m sorry for you.

But I have always known that someone has to do these things.

If it wasn’t me, it would be someone else, who is also their parents’ treasure.

Of course, I am also your baby. You have given me too much love, so I think I have enough love to share it with others.

Winter is coming to an end.

Spring is coming soon.

January 20, 2019, late winter and spring, it rained heavily

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello.

Huainan has been a bit strange these days. I may have to stay here for a longer time.

Spring may be late, but that’s okay.

It will always come.

March 4, 2020, spring, the weather is blooming

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello.

I may have to miss the appointment.

But it doesn’t matter, I left you a gift.

I have been a staunch materialist in my life, just like my biological parents, who devoted everything to their faith.

Only you, I hope to have an afterlife. ①

From the moment I opened the number left by my parents, I knew that I would be sorry for you in this life.

But I know you understand me, right?

I am really a selfish person, but fortunately you and my mother tolerate me.

In this life, I am worthy of my motherland, my people, and my faith.

But I only owe you and Xiaobao, and the mother who raised me.

If possible, I really want to see the spring and the sea and the river with you.

But I can’t seem to wait for that day.

…

Si Huai clenched his teeth tightly, but the man in his twenties couldn't hold back his tears and let them fall unsatisfactorily.

He touched the paper that was stained by tears, and his fingers trembled like butterfly wings. He touched the paper bit by bit, as if he could still feel the body temperature of his lover, but he said: "My spring is dead." "

“Liar, you are so afraid of pain, how can it be that childbirth doesn’t hurt?”

“You have said so much that I love you, you love me, why don’t you just say you love me?”

There is no mention of love in every word, but love is expressed in every sentence.

One in spring and one in winter.

But Xue Mina did not return to Jingjiao from Huainan. She was trapped in the field with blooming flowers.

Note①Original sentence: I have been an unswerving materialist all my life, but you are the only one for whom I hope to have an afterlife. (Because the name of a great man cannot appear, his name cannot be typed here. This sentence is really weighty and pious in my heart.)

 Today I will update first, woo woo, sugar daddy and sugar mommy love, I have been laying the groundwork for a long time, and finally QAQ appeared at this moment.

I wrote the love letter to Sugar Mummy a long time ago. She is a sunny, cheerful, responsible and kind-hearted person, including the one who said Tangtang was a staunch materialist and was taught by Sugar Mummy.