Ex-boyfriend is writing to me again

Chapter No.16

At the end of [-], winter.

Jiang Anqing got off the moving car, holding only a thick coat in his hand, his profile was extremely shivering in the cold wind.

"Remember to take the medicine with you." Doctor Fang's words were still in his ears.

Jiang Anqing squeezed the white vial in his trouser pocket tightly. After more than ten hours of journey, with a throbbing heartbeat, he finally came to this city again.

Qingcheng has changed a lot from the place in memory, but fortunately, Jiang Anqing still knows the way.

He knew how to get to No. [-] Middle School, how to get to Houhu Park, and also knew which street corner to turn was Shen Shucheng's home.

Jiang Anqing took a deep breath, and the white mist rose in front of his eyes, and then was blown away by the wind.

Shen Shucheng University studied in Qingcheng, and reported to the Department of Mathematics.

The bus shuttled through the city, the morning sun was shining on the distant horizon, pedestrians gradually appeared on the street in twos and threes, and the figure of the aunt wrapped in a military coat pushing the breakfast shop disappeared from the rear window of the car.

The 10-minute bus line is many times shorter than the ten-hour train ride, but at this moment Jiang Anqing only feels restless.

He wanted to see Shen Shucheng as soon as possible.

He misses him very much, they haven't seen each other for a long time.

Jiang Anqing received treatment from Dr. Fang Ming, and his condition has improved a lot in the middle of the period.

Maybe it was the doctor's words that gave Jiang Anqing the motivation, or maybe it was because he wanted to come, but there was only one reason missing.

No matter what, Jiang Anqing has already arrived.

"Qingcheng University is here, passengers please get off from the back door..." The electronic female voice on the bus sounded, and at almost the same moment, Jiang Anqing stood up and walked towards the back door, his steps were too hasty, and he staggered.

The bus stop sign stands at the gate of Qingcheng University, and a huge hollow roof appears behind the stop sign.

The four characters of Qingcheng University are engraved on the beige marble, with simple but profound strokes.

Jiang Anqing put on a thick coat. Qingcheng University is very big, and pedestrians can come in and out freely, so the security guard at the gate didn't stop Jiang Anqing, and let him go silently.

"Hello classmate, may I ask how to get to the building of the Department of Mathematics?"

Seeing Jiang Anqing's face, the girl couldn't help but blushed, and she pointed at the tall white building behind the lush trees.

"Just go over there."

Jiang Anqing nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Perhaps the separation many years ago was too absurd and too miserable.

This was the first time that Jiang Anqing believed in the word fate, and when he turned around, he saw Shen Shucheng.

Shen Shucheng was much taller than in high school. The boy was wearing a simple black jacket, standing not far behind him with a pair of long legs, holding a book in his hand.

"Ah, Ah Qing?"

Suddenly, Shen Shucheng's eyes turned red, he couldn't believe that the person he could only see in his dreams actually appeared in front of his eyes now.

Jiang Anqing was the same as before, with a soft smile on his face.

"I'm here to find you, Shen Shucheng." Jiang Anqing said with a smile.

They loved each other already, and the reunion after breaking free from the shackles ignited endless thoughts.

Shen Shucheng ran over and hugged Jiang Anqing tightly, his arms clenched tightly.

"I will never let you go this time." Shen Shucheng's voice was hoarse.

Jiang Anqing closed his eyes, he was like a person with a piece missing, walking alone on the road, and now he finally found another piece that fit him.

Hugs, kisses, they did the most intimate things in the world.

There was nothing else that could make Jiang Anqing lose sleep.

Shen Shucheng was by his side.

-

"There's another show tomorrow night."

The cold wind in the alley blew on his cheeks, Jiang Anqing recovered and looked at Shen Shucheng in front of him.

Shen Shucheng didn't seem to hear Jiang Anqing's words that he should put it down, his eyes were lowered, and he said, "Are you coming?"

Tomorrow night...Jiang Anqing has been very busy with work recently, not only there is a signing event, but also Zuo Dao's revision and finalization.

He really has no time.

Shen Shucheng didn't hear the answer and asked again, "Are you coming? Jiang Anqing."

His name was Jiang Anqing, not Ah Qing anymore.

Jiang Anqing pursed her lips and nodded.

"go."

The two people tempted each other, hurt each other, but felt sorry for each other.

Shen Shucheng took a deep breath, the cold evening wind poured into his throat, burned his lungs, and splashed cold air.

"After all..." Jiang Anqing's voice was very clear in the alley.

"We're still friends after all."

With a bang, Shen Shucheng heard that his heart was completely smashed, completely injured inside and out.

"Heh." Shen Shucheng laughed.

He stepped forward and patted Jiang Anqing's shoulder, his smile was extremely ugly, the corners of his mouth were raised even though his eyes were crying.

"Okay, I'll wait for you then."

Shen Shucheng said: "Brother."

-

The reception desk phone rings inside the library.

bell bell -

"Hello? How are you?" The librarian answered the phone and asked politely.

"Hi, may I ask if all the letters with the address filled in at Building 103, Baihua Road, Nancheng have been sent to Chengxing Library?"

The man's voice was clear and cold, but the ending trembled slightly.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look for you." The administrator put down the phone and turned around.

Jiang Anqing was waiting at the red light intersection. At six o'clock in the morning, the traffic was already rushing.

The sizzle of electricity passing through the phone made Jiang Anqing tremble unconsciously.

Since returning home late last night, Jiang Anqing has been looking for the letter Shen Shucheng said.

He remembered the letter box at home that he had accidentally mentioned in high school.

At that time, mailboxes would be erected at the door of every household living in villas, and Jiang Qi also got one.

Jiang Anqing had no choice but to tell this matter to Shen Shucheng.

"Who will write to me, and the mailbox is always full of advertisements and leaves, and I have to clean it up. I finally came to Qingcheng, and someone called me back to clean up the mailbox..." Jiang Anqing complained softly.

Shen Shucheng laughed beside him.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Tell my dad to open that letterbox one day." Jiang Anqing lightly tapped the math book with a pen.

"Don't." Shen Shucheng smiled brightly, and the young man's eyes were clear, "Maybe someone wrote you a letter?"

"Hello?"

The administrator's voice reappeared on the other end of the phone.

"It turns out that these letters belong to you. We can receive them almost every day. They used to be piled up in the bookcase, but now they have become too many and can only be placed in the warehouse."

Jiang Anqing's hand holding the phone trembled, and his voice trembled.

"Okay, can I get it back now?"

"Of course, it's just that the museum is not open yet, so you have to come at nine o'clock."

Jiang Anqing stepped on the accelerator and passed the green light.

"It's okay, I'll just wait a while."

From six o'clock to nine o'clock, but three hours.

Those letters written by Shen Shucheng had been silently waiting for him for four or five years.

"It's still raining outside, where are you going to wait now, what a trouble, sir." A female voice came.

Jiang Anqing turned the steering wheel.

"No trouble."

The villa under Jiang Qi's name was divided by Luo Yan not long after the divorce, and Jiang Anqing never went back there after graduating from high school.

And three years ago, the villa area was re-planned, and the Chengxing Library was built on the original address.

Building 103, Baihua Road, Nancheng, has already become an invalid address with no destination or inbox.

Jiang Anqing stood at the door of the library and waited for three hours.

The rain in front of the eaves also fell for three hours.

At nine o'clock, the administrator came to open the door, and the glass door was opened from the inside. She was a thin girl with shoulder-length black hair, who looked only in her 20s.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jiang Anqing?" the girl asked.

"It's me." Jiang Anqing was wrapped in a brown windbreaker, and the soles of her shoes were covered with wind, frost and rain.

"Please come in." Cheng Mi turned to lead the way, and smiled as he walked: "According to the address, you used to live in the villa area of ​​Baihua Road, right? The address you filled out is invalid due to urban planning."

Jiang Anqing nodded lightly in response, "I'm sorry, and thank you for keeping the letter."

The wooden door was pushed open, and it was said to be a warehouse, but it was actually very clean and tidy, with layers of bookshelves erected in the room.

"It's okay, Chengxing's rebuilt address covers too many areas, so we often receive some mail and store it."

Cheng Mi walked to the depths of the warehouse.

"But yours is the only one with so many letters, here."

Following the direction Cheng Mi pointed to, Jiang Anqing saw two bookshelves full of letters.

Jiang Anqing walked over and picked up one casually.

In March [-], the sender was Shen Shucheng.

In June [-]th, the sender was Shen Shucheng.

In August [-], the sender was Shen Shucheng.

Jiang Anqing's hand holding the letter couldn't help shaking.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot." Cheng Mi patted his head, and the girl came in after a while after running out.

"This is the one that just arrived today."

Jiang Anqing put down the letter in his hand and turned around to take it, holding back his tears, he asked, "Did you just arrive today?"

Cheng Mi hummed and nodded.

"The address is also Building 103, Baihua Road. Check to see if it belongs to you."

Jiang Anqing turned over the envelope, and a line of neat pen writing appeared in front of her eyes.

In August [-], the senders Shen Shucheng and Jiang Anqing personally signed.

Every letter is like an iron knock, knocking hard on the tip of the heart, forcefully knocking open the door of Jiang Anqing's heart that he tried to close in vain.

Cheng Mi exclaimed suddenly.

"Sir, why are you crying?"

作者有话要说：大家除夕快乐呀~感谢在2021-02-0919:01:58~2021-02-1110:42:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the people's hearts are still old in the world;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of salt and pepper flavored brown sugar twist;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!