Letter from a strange woman

When she was a girl in the second year of middle school, Xia Zheng repeatedly wrote sentences like this in her composition: "Happiness is the temperature of palm to palm", "The temperature of happiness is transmitted through the palm" and so on.

Whenever she writes such a sentence, what appears in her mind is the scene of Li Dongmo pulling herself forward.She herself was in a daze, only knowing that she moved her legs mechanically and followed behind Li Dongmo.

For a moment, Xia Zheng even felt in a trance that they would run like this forever, until the end of time.

And then the end came.

Li Dongmo let go of her hand, and the happy temperature came to an abrupt end.

So that has become something that she has been thinking about, caring about, and supporting her for so many years, and she can never let go of it.

Li Dongmo meant too many things to Xia Zheng.Even if I think about it today, many years later, the mood at that time has faded away, but the feeling of melancholy and wandering seems to have been deeply engraved in the bone, and it is difficult to get rid of.

Xia Zheng sighed softly.

It was already light outside the window, so she simply got up and went downstairs for a run.The air in the morning is fresh, and the whole city is gradually waking up. Immersed in this feeling, Xia Zheng also felt that his tense and tense mood finally eased a little.

When she went back, she accidentally opened the mailbox again.In the end, when she herself thought it was impossible, she saw that light blue envelope again.

Xia Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

She took the letter upstairs, sat on the sofa and looked at it for a while before carefully opening it.

***

I haven't been with her for several years, I don't know how she is doing, has she made new friends, have those likes and hobbies changed, has she grown taller and fatter?

I have convinced myself countless times that today's separation is for him to meet better in the next year.I don't have the conditions to give her everything, so I don't have the right to appear by her side.

At the beginning, I used this reason to persuade myself to study abroad.But when I did leave her, I immediately regretted it.

I could only hold back my regret and devote all my energy to other things, because I was afraid that when I thought of her, I couldn't help but fly back to my country, and I would never be able to leave again.

During that time, I learned to draw.

Nothing complicated, just a pencil sketch.I bought a thick notebook, and whenever I was free, I would open the notebook and draw a page of sketches.

You should know that I drew her.

My notebook is full of her portraits, and I use this way to express my feelings for her.In this way, when the impulse of this moment is over, I will have the courage to face life without her again.

Because I told myself that the difference today is for a better encounter in the future.

And I'm back.

***

This letter was shorter than the last one, with strong and dark emotions, only the last five words, as if wedged into Xia Zheng's eyes, made her eyes turn red.

It's not that she has never been loved by others, and she has also been pursued with all her heart, but those superficial touches pale incomparably compared with her current mood.

Xia Zheng didn't know why she was so moved by someone who didn't even know her identity—for a moment, she couldn't even tell whether she was looking forward to the owner of this letter more, or was she more willing to see Li Dongmo?

It's not that she didn't think that these letters were written by Li Dongmo.

It's just that Xia Zheng dismissed this idea as soon as it appeared.Not to mention that many places are not right, even Li Dongmo's temperament does not seem to be able to write such a letter.

If she loves someone, she should be restrained and elegant.Just like the smile she has been hanging on her lips all year round, it's good-looking, but everyone knows that it doesn't belong to them.

Can only be seen from a distance.

Because of reading such a letter, Xia Zheng even forgot to prepare breakfast for herself.When she came to her senses, it was already very late and she was about to be late for work. Xia Zheng could only fix herself quickly, put on her bag and run away.When passing by the food stall at the gate of the community, I bought a cake.

When she was about to raise her hand to hail a taxi, a white car stopped in front of her.The car window was lowered, revealing Li Dongmo's face, and asked her lightly, "Going to work? Let me give you a ride."

"Thank you." Xia Zheng only hesitated for a second before agreeing.

While getting in the car, she also told herself in her heart that the person who wrote the letter must not be Li Dongmo.Because she had been in a car accident and lost all her relatives, Xia Zheng never drove by herself, and she didn't even think about learning.If Li Dongmo is that person, he should be the same as himself, it is impossible to drive the car as if nothing happened.

I can't tell if it's disappointment, but the relief is real.

It wasn't until Xia Zheng arrived that she found out that the company where Li Dongmo worked was actually in the same building as her.

In this way, it was logical, they exchanged phone numbers, went to work together, and walked together after get off work, Xia Zheng seemed to have a personal driver.

After receiving such considerate care from others, it is naturally impossible for her not to give back.On the weekend, Xia Zheng specially cooked a large table of dishes at her home, and invited Li Dongmo to appreciate it.

When pulling out the chair and taking a seat, Lee Dong Mo said, "I haven't eaten home-cooked food for many years."

Xia Zheng had no choice but to invite, "Come and eat with me when you have free time. Anyway, I feel deserted when I eat alone."

She thought Li Dongmo would decline, but she only said, "Okay."

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Jc扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2015-12-0310:55:03

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