Dressed as a heartthrob and the vicious cannon fodder

Near noon, the streets became more and more lively. Bai Zangji drove very slowly, looking at the surrounding buildings bit by bit as if looking for differences, and then put them in memory to overlap.

Remaining, new, familiar and strange.

He was angry with his parents at that time, and he didn't want to live in the house arranged by his parents, so he bought a small one-hundred-square-foot house in this old community with his pocket money, and then went to Beijing to go to university and left.

Bai Zangji parked the car, and when he went in, he ran into some neighbors from the past but couldn't recognize them, so he smiled politely.

The key was placed in the mailbox at the door. When Bai Zangji opened it, he found that there was still a thick stack of letters inside, and the key was under the letter.

He remembered that Tao Jiayue said that he had written many love letters to himself, and now he was a little excited when he saw these letters, but when he took them into the house to read, he found that none of them were signed by Tao Jiayue.

Bai Zangji felt a little disappointed and a little grateful, the exhaustion from lying on the sofa and driving all night finally surged up, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, but he still held back the fatigue and picked up the letters and opened them one by one.

Until a photo in a letter fell out, Bai Zangji bent down to pick it up and looked at it for a long time before finally finding the backs of the two teenagers marked by a short wavy line in the corner.

Bai Zangji's hands trembled a little, he hastily pulled out the letter from the envelope but didn't dare to open it for a long time.

"Hi Bai Zangji, hello!"

Tao Jiayue's handwriting is very elegant, but this beginning is profound.

Bai Zangji read it line by line again:

I don't know if you still remember me?It counts that we have not seen each other for 320 six days.

Before writing this letter, I always felt that I had countless things to say to you, but when I really wrote it, I couldn't write a single word.Bai Zangji, are you reading my letter?I hope you can read it, because this is the 130th time I wrote this letter for the fourth time, and I cried 130 times during the period.

I have thought about what to say to you in the first sentence for a long time, but my mind is full of wanting to write I miss you and I like you, but I can't write all these two sentences.

Haha, if I say this, you are going to be unhappy again, I'm sorry...but I really miss you.

I really want to see you again.

I left after that day. It's not because you rejected me. It's just because of some things that I didn't say goodbye. I hope you don't blame me...

Did you see the picture in the envelope?The back view of those two people is the two of us. I know you don’t like taking pictures, so I found this photo from another classmate by accident.

And I threw away all the love letters in your drawer in the past... Hahahahaha, but you shouldn't mind this, right?

The disorganized discourse, until here is a large piece of ink, which seems to be smudged by water.

Bai Zangji squeezed the letter paper harder and harder, his eyes were sore that he could barely see the content of the letter. He took a deep breath and continued to read: Oh my God, what the hell am I talking about? Do you think that? Am I like a psycho?

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... I'm sorry I'm crying again, I can barely read the letter with tears, but I know you won't see this, you're always so impatient.

I wrote many letters with many words on them, but they were all blurred by my tears. I remember you said that crying is ugly, but when I think of never seeing you again, I want to cry.

I watched the time go by little by little, and always felt that the days were like years, but I lowered my head and did the math, it turned out that I hadn't seen each other for only 320 days.

Ruan Yunhan said that he didn't live past his 19th birthday, it was almost... 320 six days, when he wrote this letter... Bai Zangji covered his eyes, and suddenly didn't dare to read any more.

The author has something to say: I reflect on saving the manuscript before I review the game

good night