Weird mail from my house

After that day, I never heard from him again.

Winter to spring to another year.

When walking across the Qinchuan Bridge, a gust of breeze caressed, and the cherry blossoms on both sides fell slowly with the wind. I stretched out my hand to take a petal, and the pink heart was very beautiful.

The tree once said that the reason why the flowering period of the cherry blossoms is short is that there are corpses buried under the tree, and once a person passes away, the soul can only stay in the world for seven days.Therefore, during this period of time, the cherry blossoms will fully bloom for the soul that stays in the world. It is the last nostalgia for the world, and it is also its most beautiful gesture.

When I read this letter, I sighed for Shuyi's girlish heart.

But now I will never receive a letter from Shuyi again.

There are endless melancholy in my heart, but the days will continue.

Although there is no letter from Shuyi, he exists by my side all the time.

I fell in love with a person, but I have never met him or been with him before, just relying on his few words, just relying on his feelings for another person, but I was deeply involved.

"Do you want to eat the new set meal today? Hell spicy chicken, devil-level spiciness!" Walking into a lot of chicken, the boss directly recommended new dishes to me.

I quickly shook my head, "No, just give me the normal one."

The boss with an excited face became frustrated when he heard what I said, "Oh, it seems that everyone doesn't like this new package."

I chuckled, there are still too few people who can eat spicy food.

After a lot of chickens finished eating and chatted with the boss for a while, I took the ice cream and walked to the painting supplies store. These things were digested too quickly.

After buying painting supplies, I bought a cat's claw ice cream at the newly opened ice cream shop, and let the ice cream handle the rest after eating half of it.

Stepping on the light and shadow cast from the trees with the ice cream to go home, when you meet familiar people on the road, you will stop to have a chat, or nod your head to say hello.

At the door of the house, I couldn't help but open the mailbox and take a look inside.

Still empty.

The loss in the heart is inevitable.

Put away the newly bought painting supplies, I put the drawing board on the shelf, and on the days when I don’t have to submit the manuscript, I can paint everything I want to my heart’s content.

For example, tree one.

Over the past few days, I have drawn countless paintings related to him, but none of them are complete. Whenever I draw eyes, I stop my brush.

Today is no exception. I have been drawing for a long time, but I still can't draw his eyes.

I reached out and stroked the blank spaces of those eyes.

Eyes are where a person's soul is, but I can't draw his soul.

I gave up and stood up. Whenever this happens, I always want to go to Yean for a drink.

The skirt girls under the Qinchuan Bridge are still dancing and singing there, just like a ceremony.

"...Fluorescent lights illuminate the road ahead, don't think about the past, don't think about the past..."

I can only remember these few lines of this song. When I heard her sing the first half of the line, I couldn't help but softly follow her to the second half.

Her singing stopped abruptly, she looked towards me, and then waved to me.

Is this calling me over?

This is the first time she invited me over.

I walked down the small stairs next to her, and when I came to her, those fluorescent lights immediately surrounded me. I reached out to grab them to see what they were, and they could exist all year round. But they were all dodged by them.

The girl in the jacket took my hand, disapproved very much, and said in a cold voice, "Don't bother them."

"I'm sorry." It's still a little embarrassing to be said by a little girl.

"It's okay, they are all good, but some are naughty."

Thinking of the few fireflies still playing that I often saw when returning home at night, I nodded in agreement.

"Did you bring the gift?" The girl in the jacket stretched out her hand to me.

The gift she said was that she gave me a small bottle with fluorescent light at Christmas. I didn't care about it, and just threw it at home until the girl in the jacket asked me every time she saw me, I Had to hang it around the neck.

I took out the bottle and gave it to her.

She flipped through it and returned it to me, saying, "It's coming soon."

almost?

What's coming soon?

The girl in the jacket and skirt never talked much, so she ignored me after she finished speaking and continued to dance strangely.

I have passed by this scene many times, but it was the first time I watched it so closely, so I just sat aside.

As she danced, more fluorescent lights appeared on the river and gathered towards her, surrounded her and then spread out.

The ice cream is lying quietly in my arms, the turbulent Santu River in the dark is glowing with fluorescent white light, the cherry blossoms falling with the wind fall on the river surface and are carried far away by the water flow, the rustling of leaves and the Listening to the girl's cold and melodious singing voice, it is like a ballad from ancient times. The little fluorescent lights in front of my eyes make everything dreamy and my mind becomes blurred.

I seem to have had a dream.

There was a pair of eyes in the dream, a pair of very familiar eyes.

There is a gentle smile in those eyes, full of deep affection, that is...

I suddenly woke up from a big dream. At this time, I was still by the river, but there was no figure of a girl in a jacket and skirt. Some were just the flowing Santu River, and some were just falling petals.

I didn't think about why the jacket girl didn't call me when she left, and I didn't think about whether I wanted to go to Yean today. I just wanted to go back to my studio and draw those eyes.

I ran as hard as I could, and the ice cream seemed to know my thoughts and ran home faster than me.

I didn't have time to sort out the shoes I took off, and I didn't have time to change into slippers. What Shu Yi said flashed through my mind... I didn't care about these.

I didn't have time to replace the new drawing paper, so I spread the drawing paper on the ground, took out the brush and began to draw.

A pair of heroic sword eyebrows, star-like eyes with inexhaustible affection, staring straight at the...

My heart jumped, and I covered my eyes in a panic, and drops of water fell on the back of my hand.

This is Shuyi's eyes.

"Recently, you seem to be in a good mood." The proprietress of the dessert shop put the salty glutinous rice balls in front of me with a smile.

I opened my mouth and nodded to her, "Yeah."

"I haven't seen the bougainvillea at the gate in the past few years I've been here." If you want to say what is the most unnatural existence in this city, one is the fireflies by the Santu River and the other is the triangle in the dessert shop. plum.

"Because it has feelings for us, so it won't wither." The proprietress answered me while teasing the ice cream, "Isn't that right, ice cream."

The ice cream, which was scratched comfortably, responded with a "meow~".

What a perfunctory answer, I took a bite of the delicious salty glutinous rice balls, and I just took this answer from the lady boss as a joke.

"Everything has animism, they will know what you think in your heart." The proprietress said this quietly.

There was a slight pause in the movements of my hands, do they really know what I was thinking?

It was already evening when I got home, and when I opened the door, I saw the purple-blue platycodon flowers in the yard, which brought a lonely beauty under the setting sun.This flower has never been seen blooming in previous years, maybe it has, but it has never bloomed in a large area like now, and the other flowers are hidden for some reason. It has a hint of the limelight, but it has a unique charm.

Some time ago, the red flower girl came to ask me to help her draw a figure painting—since Huya was young, they began to like to come to me to help with portraits—she was also quite surprised to see the platycodon flowers in this yard, and hoped I can help her draw a portrait among the flowers.

She said that she had never seen such a beautiful bellflower.

Before leaving, she asked me, "Do you know the legend of the platycodon flower?"

legend?

It was rare for me to see her smile, "The platycodon blooms, happiness will come again."

Will happiness come again?

I waved the paintbrush in my hand, feeling slightly astringent in my heart.

It has never happened before, so how can it come again?

The matter was quickly forgotten by me.

The days couldn't be more peaceful, there is no letter from Shuyi, only depicting his appearance day after day.

It's funny, I actually like a stranger so much, is it because I've been lonely for too long?The black suits are the most real existence to me, but none of them are Shuichi.

Yes, none of them are Shuyi, and I am not Zhou Yuan.

I woke up another morning, the sunlight flooded the whole bedroom, and the ice cream was meowing on my pillow.

After changing into comfortable home clothes, and putting cat food on the ice cream, I made breakfast for myself.

Breakfast has always been simple, a glass of milk, an egg and bread, and sometimes a bowl of noodles.

After eating breakfast, I took the ice cream to the yard.

Every morning, I have to water the flowers and plants in the yard, and let the ice cream play wildly in the yard for a while.

Looking at the figure of ice cream playing in the flowers, I can't help spraying it with the shower. Ice cream will meow and dodge, but come over like a playful one. Obviously, I hate taking a bath the most. Only then does it get close to the water.

While having fun, I heard a strange noise coming from the mail.

I was a little dazed, I never received anything other than Shuyi's letter from that email, not even the leaflets.

However, I haven't received Shuyi's letter for a long time.

I put down the shower and walked towards the gate, feeling both anticipation and apprehension in my heart, could it be a letter from the long-lost Shuyi?or just...

I opened the door, and there was a tall and slender figure standing in front of the mailbox, as if he was delivering something. His hair was slightly curled up, covering his eyes from the side, but the arc of his jaw was beautiful.

This feels familiar.

I stood there speechless.

He seemed to have heard the voice, and turned his head to look at me. Under the sword eyebrows was a pair of star-like eyes, so familiar as if I was describing them every day.

He is... Shuyi.

My eyes suddenly became blurred, so blurred that I couldn't see his expression clearly, did he know that it was me who received the letter?He knows I opened his mail?Will he be angry or shocked?Confused or sad?

Just as I was making wild guesses, I was hugged into a gentle embrace.

He is obviously a stranger, but this person and this embrace are so familiar.

Familiar with the unstoppable tears.

"Xiaoyuan!"

He said.

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