The little mute's life was stolen, and the wealthy boss comes to spoil him

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 mind, she always felt that Uncle Sihuai was holding his breath.

He just relied on a thought and a rope to live numbly.

There was nothing popular about him, he looked like a cold statue.

He is an exquisite and gorgeous doll, and he is also an extremely sensible bystander.

But he was crying so sadly now, like a drowning man grasping at the only life-saving straw. 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.

His snow-white hair hung weakly by his cheeks, and 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.

How could I still return to the dark and cramped attic after experiencing the brightest light in the world?

Some people's colors are so bright that without her, everything becomes bleak.

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 large and small figures in the room.

Si Huai's condition was very bad and he looked like he was going 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 police number in front of Si Huai's eyes.

- 387012.

With a "click", the wooden box opened.

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

It's not quite right to say it's a wooden box. It looks like a box.

There are handwritten letters inside.

It is the font that Si Huai is most familiar with.

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 a letter from Nana.

April 2017, 4, the turn of spring and summer, the weather was humid and warm

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello there.

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 all over 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 use her next to the woman, 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.

I'm sorry, Brother Huai, for making you nameless and statusless all these years. Even your children's surnames have to bear my walking name.

But I know that you and mom have always been proud of me.

Although no one may know my name, 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.

By that time, there should not be so many tragedies happening in Huainan, and the 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 2017, 11, winter, cold weather

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello there.

Our child was born, a beautiful little girl.

Her eyebrows are like my 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 should 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 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 2018, 11, winter, light rain

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello there.

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 can't even take care of herself.

I think you'll love her too.

Unfortunately, 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’ baby.

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

Winter is coming to an end.

Spring is coming soon.

January 2019, 1, late winter and spring, it rained heavily

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello there.

Huainan has been a little strange lately. I may have to stay here for a longer time.

Spring may be late, but that's okay.

It will always come.

March 2020, 3, spring, weather and flowers blooming

Dear Comrade Si Huai:

Hello there.

I might miss the date.

But it's okay, I left you a gift.

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

But you alone, I hope for 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 my 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 Spring and Haiqingheyan with you.

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

……

Si Huai clenched his teeth tightly, but the adult in his twenties could not 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 in every sentence.

One in spring and one in winter.

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

Note 1 Original sentence: I have been an unswerving materialist in my life, but you are the only one I hope to have in the next life. (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 Mommy a long time ago. She is a sunny, cheerful, responsible and kind-hearted person. Including the previous "Tangtang is a firm materialist", she was also taught by Sugar Mommy.