sunset postman

My friend Jiaheng,

See words like meeting.

I was dreaming, dreaming of Jin Xunqing.

is this normal?I, a man in his 20s, still have that kind of dream and nocturnal emission.

And I actually dreamed of Jin Xunqing.

I really don't know how I will face him in the future.He clearly regarded me as a friend so purely and sincerely, yet I had a spring dream with him.

Thinking about it this way, I will not dare to ask him to deliver letters for me in the future.Although I believe in his character, I am so afraid that the letter I wrote will be seen by him.

Fortunately, there is one last letter, and I will not write to you again.

But I still feel a little bit reluctant to part with Jin Xunqing.

If Jin Xunqing knew that in my dream we would embrace each other naked, and he hugged me and kissed me silently...he would definitely be frightened by me.

I didn't even know what was going on, so I searched the Internet for "dreams of having sex with the same sex" and found only: Dreams of being very intimate with the same sex mean that your same-sex friends will return safely after going out, and that you are in the same sex. People of the same sex are not popular, but people of the opposite sex are very popular...

But there is only Jin Xunqing who is close to me.He's the same gender as me.I also have a kitten.Jin Xunqing didn't go out either.

No, Jin Xunqing will run around every street when he starts working, maybe he will ride the car I gave him.If this counts as going out, I hope my dream means that my only friend of the same sex will be safe forever.

Jiaheng, I am not saying that you are not my good friend anymore.It's just why I can't remember what you look like, how we met and how we became friends. I have some doubts about whether you really exist.

Could it be that you and Jin Xunqing are actually the same person?

impossible.This is too much.Jin Xunqing never told me what was in the letter.

Jia Heng, if you don't reply to my letter, this will be the penultimate letter in our life.

Cheng Jin

Cheng Jin deliberately chose to finish writing this letter in the morning, before he turned on the computer to type.

He woke up early in the morning because of that kind of dream, his whole body was uncomfortable, and he always felt cold.Cheng Jin was dizzy, and went into the toilet to wash clothes with limp steps.After washing, I still felt cold, so I closed the doors and windows of the house tightly, turned on the air conditioner, and lit the scented candles.

When he was buying aromatherapy that day, the salesperson saw that he bought a lot of things, so he gave him two ginger-flavored aromatherapy candles that were due soon.The warm and spicy taste of ginger was ignited, and Cheng Jin still sat on the sofa wrapped in a quilt with a bad face in a daze.

After a while, Cheng Jin's temple was still aching, so he lay down on the soft sofa with an English dictionary on it, and finished writing the letter to Jiaheng.

After Cheng Jin finished writing the letter, he didn't know whether his whole head was congested with blood because he was lying on his stomach, or because he was ashamed because he wrote his charming dream. In short, his whole head was boiling hot like it was cooked.

Cheng Jin gritted his teeth, knowing that today he had to submit the three-day letter before Jin Xunqing came in the afternoon, that is, before sunset.He was really embarrassed to see Jin Xunqing.

Cheng Jin didn't feel that he was sick, but his body was as heavy as if he was still having a high fever, deep and hot.After Cheng Jin went out, he felt a little regretful, feeling that his physical condition was very wrong.The gaudy commercial street in front of him rotated in front of him, twisted into a rope, and then collapsed because it was compressed to the extreme, exploding and shattering in all directions.Cheng Jin's feet softened and he knelt down on the ground.

A girl passing by was startled.She was traveling with her parents, and she yelled at her parents to call an ambulance.Although Cheng Jin was physically weak, he still held his nerve and whispered to the girl: "Don't...don't call..."

He wasn't even sure if he made a sound, but the girl paid full attention to him, and she could hear him clearly.The girl hesitated and looked at her parents behind her.

Her mother was holding a mobile phone to make a call, and her father wanted to come forward to help Cheng Jin.The girl then said to her mother, "Mom, this brother won't call me."

The woman put down the phone and was stunned: "Is he suffering from heat stroke?"

The man saw that Cheng Jin was dressed cleanly, and he didn't look like a beggar who lied to others, so he boldly helped him up.Cheng Jin is somewhat resistant to being touched by strangers, especially this tall and fat man - his body temperature is extremely hot.

The man asked: "Young man, are you hypoglycemic? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

Cheng Jin didn't want to talk anymore, and shook his head as hard as he could.

The girl pointed to the post office in front: "There is a bench with a canopy at the door of that post office, let's help him to rest there."

The man weighed it, and the young man in his hand seemed very light, so he talked to his wife and hugged Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin was so frightened that he wanted to jump down immediately, but he couldn't hold the letter in his hand, and it fell to the ground, but he didn't have the strength to struggle.The girl followed them, and immediately helped him pick up the three letters, but she didn't read them, and kept following Cheng Jin's line of sight to avoid him from worrying.

Putting Cheng Jin down, the couple sat with him for a while, the girl went to a nearby shop and bought him a piece of soft and cold orange mousse and a cup of iced lemon tea.The man didn't speak, his fingers were twitching in his trousers pocket, seeing his daughter graciously persuading Cheng Jin to eat two bites of cake, he got up and went to a far away place to smoke.

The woman said to the girl and Cheng Jin: "Your father can't bear it anymore, let him quit smoking, and he keeps doing tricks in front of me."

The girl laughed: "Oh, he just did some physical work, let him rest."

After taking two mouthfuls of cold food, Cheng Jin really felt better, so he thanked the mother and daughter: "Thank you, thank you..."

The woman smiled at him, and asked him gently: "Is your blood sugar low? Didn't you have breakfast? Are you feeling better?"

Cheng Jin squeezed the lemon teacup fearfully, the sound of plastic crackling softly.Then he shook his head: "It's okay."

The girl didn't know what she noticed again, she took out a new mask from her small backpack, with fine gold prints on it, and handed it to Cheng Jin: "Brother, your mask is wet with sweat, so you can't wear it anymore."

Cheng Jin's eyes widened, as if the mask hanging on his chin had been wet and torn, exposing his true face to outsiders, he hurriedly took the mask from the girl with both hands.

Seeing that Cheng Jin had indeed recovered, the mother and daughter stopped staying any longer and got up to leave.The woman also told Cheng Jin a few words: "It's still hot in August, you should wear a hat when you go out without an umbrella, so as not to suffer from heat stroke."

Cheng Jin nodded vigorously.

He wasn't hungry, but Cheng Jin still sat on his seat and ate the cake and drink one bite at a time, before getting up again and posting the letter.

Finally came to his senses, he felt that the family of three today seemed to be an infinite source of inspiration for him.

Until he walked home, all kinds of details were still swirling in his mind, and they were infinitely magnified.Although he didn't have much strength at the time, he remembered these things clearly.This should be a typical representative of a happy ordinary family, right?A kind, careful and gentle family, a family with their own little habits.

Cheng Jin was wearing the new mask on the way home.It is printed with the little prince and his planet, and his rose and glass cover.