Milky little wolf dog

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Her room, I don't know when it started, gradually became full and warm.

After Xu Ran finished packing her luggage and getting everything ready, it was almost one in the morning.

She sat on the bed withered, neither feeling sleepy nor daring to fall asleep.

Afraid of dreaming when I fall asleep.

Afraid to dream of Xinghe... and her parents.

Taiyang's acupoint was a little swollen and painful, and his eyes were a little sore. Xu Ran rubbed his Taiyang's acupoint and closed his eyes.

Just as soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered that day in the cafe, she and that strange man were sitting by the window, outside the window was the blue sky and white clouds, and the clear sunlight in late autumn penetrated the glass and hit her, clean and warm, but she His heart sinks into the endless abyss.

There are a few old letters in front of her, old letters from more than ten years ago.

The paper pages turn yellow and curly with the passage of time, with a little trace of vicissitudes pondered by time, appearing thick and long-lasting.

In the past ten years, the communication network has not been so developed.Yu Yanzhi and his wife are more old-fashioned and like to write letters. Qin Peiyao left home. Although she no longer communicates with her father and brother, she has a close relationship with her mother since she was a child, and she will write letters back at regular intervals.

It was her handwriting on the page, clean and tidy, with a bit of open-mindedness between the pen and ink.

Xu Ran looked at the man sitting opposite: "Mr. Qin, what do you mean?"

The man was tall and straight, even though he was sick and haggard, his unquestionable attitude of controlling the overall situation had not changed at all.

"This is the letter Peiyao wrote to her mother back then. It is arranged in chronological order. I have selected the letters related to you. Miss Xu can take a look."

Xu Ran tapped lightly on the table with her finger, pondered for a moment: "Is it related to me?"

Qin Shizhuo smiled faintly: "Yes, it has something to do with you, and it also has something to do with Xinghe."

Xu Ran's fingers on the table tightened instantly.

What does it mean to be related to her, and also related to Xinghe?

Qin Shizhuo pressed his finger on the edge of the letter, and pushed the letters towards her again, his handsome brows showed the confidence to control everything: "No matter what the content is, Ms. Xu must have the courage to read the content, right? "

Xu Ran was powerless to refute his words.

If her friend mentioned her in her heart, especially Xinghe, she would have to read it.

After all, she still has to go to their graves and ask them to hand over Xinghe to her.

She took out the top letter, which was a long time ago, 12 years ago.

She had just left at Yuncang Middle School at that time.

Chapter 69

Yu Xinghe received a call back from Fu Yao in the afternoon: "I have already contacted Lawyer Zhang at Jingxi Office. She is a famous female lawyer who specializes in divorce cases. She also has a teacher-student relationship with Lawyer Qiu. She guides you. , I don't worry, you will go over there to find her this afternoon."

Yu Xinghe: "Boss, why are you in such a hurry? It's already four o'clock, and my house is not close to those. I'm afraid that when I get there, the office has already closed."

Fu Yao resisted grinding his teeth: "Go, go now, immediately, immediately."

Yu Xinghe didn't know what the boss was up to, so he hurriedly carried his bag, set off from home, and took a taxi there.

The journey takes about four to ten minutes. It is not the rush hour, and there is no traffic jam on the road. It seems that there should be time.

Before going to bed yesterday, Yu Xinghe sent a message to Xu Ran with his mobile phone: "Are you busy recently? You didn't send me a message yesterday."

After a long while, the man replied to the message to her. He didn't say anything, but just took a picture of his schedule for her, a densely packed and neatly divided schedule.

According to her schedule, Yu Xinghe estimated the time in the car, called her, and said hesitantly, "Ms. Xu, I may come back later."

Xu Ran's voice sounded a little sleepy: "Have you taken care of your work?"

"It's been dealt with. I've already talked to my boss. He has arranged it for me. The time is very tight. I will go to a law firm this afternoon."

After Xu Ran finished listening quietly, she said: "Family is more important, grandma is not in good health, and you... uncle..."

Yu Xinghe's voice became a little deeper: "I know."

But I miss you.

Xu Ran said a few more soothing words, her emotions were well restrained, and Yu Xinghe didn't feel anything unusual.

She hangs up.

Xu Ran remembered the girl's phone call this afternoon, with a cold smile on her lips, walked to the bed, opened the window, she felt a little cold, and slowly hugged her arm.

Her gaze fell on a dirt path in the garden. She remembered that there was a road not far in front of Yuncang Middle School, and there was a big river after that. From the road, one had to walk through a winding dirt path. , to get to the river.

Her gaze gradually faded away, and after the river of time, she seemed to fall on the dirt path ten years ago.

Qin Peiyao and her mother wrote letters, explaining everything in detail, saying that recently Yanzhi saved a girl traveling alone with a backpack on the way. Unfortunately, she fell into a landslide and injured her leg. In school, Yanzhi has an extra strong player.

This young girl speaks with grace and style, but she never mentions people and things at home, and there seems to be a rift between her and her family.The girl was alone, and she felt sorry for her a little, and often asked her to eat at home, and the girl gradually became friends with them.

……

So all kinds, tell them one by one.

Most of them are records of daily details of life, but the words are beautiful and affectionate. It can be seen that the writer is a gentle woman who has a precious warmth for everything in the world.

Xu Ran skipped the middle part and went to the end of the letter.

The school doctor with a gentle smile, her good friend, told her worries at the end of the letter.

She said that Xinghe was very close to that girl...

She was even worried that she would like her.

Xu Ran put the letter back on the table, her rationality told her not to read any more, but the memories of ten years ago came back like an avalanche, and her rationality was long overwhelmed.

The second letter was a year before the last letter. Xu Ran clearly remembered that she had gone home once, and then left in a hurry. The strange atmosphere made it difficult for her to adapt.Even after going back, she couldn't get out of that depressed mood for nearly a month.

Qin Peiyao wrote in the letter: "Actually, Yanzhi and I want to come back and talk to Dad. But Mom, do you still remember the girl I told you about last time? She is in a bad mood now and doesn't want to go back. At home, there are no new friends here, except our family. Although...Xinghe has a little crush on her...but I still can't bear to leave now."

Xu Ran's fingers holding the letter shook, and the yellow paper almost slipped away from her fingertips.

She told Xinghe not long ago that life is a rushing river that cannot go backwards, so don't think about what if.

But she still couldn't help thinking about it.

If it wasn't because of her at that time, Yu Yanzhi and his wife might have left the town with their daughter and returned to Beicheng.At that time, Yu Yanzhi was in poor health and needed to recuperate in a quiet place. The couple were also very interested in rural education, so they stayed for a few years.

Xu Ran clearly remembered that Yu Yanzhi was recovering well at that time, if they hadn't stayed for an extra year because of her, they wouldn't have died in the earthquake and landslide later...

Qin Shizhuo noticed that her emotions were out of control, and said in a gentle voice: "Miss Xu, I am showing you the letter from more than ten years ago. I definitely don't blame you for my sister's death. But I think, since you and her are Good friend, on Xing He's matter, I will definitely respect her opinion, even if she has passed away for many years."

There was still the last unopened letter on the table. The envelope was painted with white and elegant jasmine flowers, as if he could predict what was written in the letter. Xu Ran's fingers on the envelope did not move for a long time.