Letter from a strange woman

Xia Zheng received a letter.

There was no recipient, no sender, and the letter lay quietly in her mailbox, and she brought it with her when she came back from a business trip to pick up newspapers and magazines during this period.

The letter now sits on the glass front of her pretty little coffee table.

The envelope is light blue, which is Xia Zheng's favorite color.

In the upper right corner, where the postage stamp should have been pasted, there is a lifelike pigeon drawn, which is Xia Zheng's favorite animal.

An iris is printed on the quilt, which is also Xia Zheng's favorite flower.

Now Xia Zheng believed that the letter was really addressed to herself, and it wasn't that it was sent to the wrong place.

But now, Xia Zheng is facing a huge problem: Should I take it apart and have a look?

It stands to reason that since it was sent to her, it would be fine to open it and have a look.But what if not?Didn't she open other people's letters?As an adult who abides by himself, Xia Zheng is unwilling to do such inappropriate things.

But then she thought again, this letter came to her mailbox by herself, maybe it was meant to be shown to her, in that case, why couldn't she open it?It would be a pity to miss any important message.

— Well, she admitted that she was already full of curiosity about the letter.

Especially now in her home, with no one else around, the safe environment gave Xia Zheng more courage.

In the end, Xia Zheng still couldn't resist the temptation, took out a paper knife, and opened the letter.

The letter paper is very thin, there is only one sheet, and it is printed.With a light, comfortable aroma, I don't know if it is the letter itself or the perfume sprinkled on it.

Xia Zheng was a little disappointed because she thought she would see the handwritten text.Perhaps based on the handwriting, one can guess the character of the other party.

The letter didn't look up, it was like a piece of short prose, Xia Zheng was still at a loss after reading it.

***

I had a dream last night.

The dream is a scene from when I was a child. I traveled with my mother and sister to a place far away, a city I couldn't name at the time.For this trip, my mother made full preparations, bought many beautiful skirts and hats for my sister and me, and filled a box full of them.

It was summer in May, when the sun was not yet the hottest.We were in a car, and along the road, we could see a large area of ​​flowers and trees, colorful and colorful. It was the most beautiful time when the sun shone in through the window, and it was so warm that I couldn't help but be full of joy.

When I woke up, I was actually a little sad.

It's been a long time since I've thought about something so far away. ——No, or rather, it seems that one day, I suddenly lost the ability to recall, and sealed everything in the past in my mind.

Until I had this dream.

Do you know what the result of this dream is?you know that right?

Yes, on that beautiful sunny summer afternoon, on the road surrounded by large tracts of flowers and trees, the car that my mother, sister and I were riding in had a car accident.

I lost my beloved mother, my sister who would braid my hair, and became an orphan.

I was ten years old that year, just at the age when I was still childish and understood a little bit of truth. My favorite thing to do in normal times was to fight against my mother and sister.When the car accident happened, my mother protected me in her arms, so that I escaped unharmed.

I often think that if I hadn't been so bad, I could have left some good memories for them.

After the funeral, I lost my guardian and was sent to my father's house.

My father and mother have already divorced. My elder sister and I followed my mother, and my younger brother followed my father. We have lost contact for several years.And I didn't know until I got there that my father had remarried a long time ago and had a complete and happy family.

It's a pity that an out-of-date me appeared.

At that time, I already knew not to be annoying, try to stay in my room every day, and never go out to attract attention.When I'm alone in my room, I think about some philosophical questions.

Yes, you may think it's ridiculous, but it's true.

I think about life and death, about my past life, about my future.But I can't do anything but think.

I am too young.

At this time, I accidentally learned one thing.

A family of three happened to be sitting in the car that collided with our car when the car accident happened, and the parents also held their daughter in their arms, allowing her to survive.

How like me!

Since then, I have been paying attention to the girl who has the same illness as me, please anyone I can please, and collect all the information about her.A well-meaning policeman did this for me, regularly passing on all he knew.

I looked at that girl as if I saw myself.If she is sad, I am sad, and if she is happy, I am happy.I feel like I've never been this close to anyone, not even my mother and sister.

After several years like this, I suddenly got an opportunity to go to her side.

I was jumping for joy, so excited that I couldn't control myself. ——I became a classmate with her!

It's just that I have been afraid to go up to her and tell her my identity.What should I say? "Hey, I'm the girl who got into a car accident with you back then, are we destined?" That's just rubbing salt in other people's wounds.

So I can only look at her from a distance, quietly.

I know everything about her, what color she likes, what flavor of milk tea she likes, what kind of food she likes most, and when she encounters problems that cannot be solved, it is a subconscious little action... I am familiar with her, even more than I am familiar with myself.

I just looked at her like that, and kept looking.

I wanted to walk in front of her several times, but every time I couldn't help being timid, I stopped my steps.

I don't know if it's because I watched it for too long and got too involved.I feel that I regard her as my belief and everything, but by the time I realize this, it is already too late.

I was caught in a vortex of completely unsolvable love, and I didn't want to get out.

Every day, I worship her with my eyes, pray for her with my pious heart, and take care of her silently where she can't see.I imagined myself as a Patronus in some ancient fable, for her alone, without her needing to know it.

But if she is willing to smile at me, if she is willing to say a word to me, if she is willing to say to me, "Actually, I have noticed you for a long time."

I think I would like to die instantly.

***

This is the end of this endless letter.

But Xia Zheng confirmed once again that this was indeed written for herself.

Because she felt that she should be the girl in the letter who had been silently watching.

The bad thing was, she couldn't think of who the letter would be written by.

In fact, Xia Zheng felt that like the person who wrote the letter, he was suffering from a disease that could not recall the past.For a long period of time, although she worked hard and lived a fulfilling life, she actually suffered from suffering every day, and she didn't know what she had experienced.

This situation did not improve until the end of puberty.

After that, she bid farewell to her former life and friends, and started a new way of life.In other words, no one who knows her now should know about these dusty past events.

So Xia Zheng was reluctant to believe that this was a prank by someone who knew her past.No one should have spent so much thought on such a boring prank.The most important thing is that this letter is sincere. Except for the last confession that made Xia Zheng extremely uncomfortable, other places can indeed arouse her feelings.

That empathy.

But if there really is such a girl in this world—oh my god, Xia Zheng thought, he doesn't even know her?

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