No one left

Suddenly remembering this point, a little pain in his heart brought him back to his senses, and his brain stopped forcibly as if a thread had been disconnected.

Shu stroked his temples tirelessly.In just a moment, his thoughts went blank so long ago.

At that time, Tan Shi lived in Sanrenju without any hesitation, and asked why it was because it was close to Ruanren Township, so it was better to go there.

Shu Wu didn't ask any further questions, he thought it was meaningless.The days went on inexplicably, and the two of them kept silent on the matter, and no one would investigate.

So even now, with such a separation between yin and yang, Shu Wu still has no way of knowing why Tan Shi stays here.

And the reason why he is willing to let Tan Shi stay here, in fact, everyone knows.

Pressing the letter paper with his fingertips, Shu Wu thought about it for a long time in a daze, and finally realized that the letter had been written, so he got closer to the oil lamp, and looked at what he wrote carefully by the light. Maybe he was so serious that he didn't realize Opening his lips, he read the content lightly.

"To you.

In this letter, let me call you an 'old friend'.

You have never done any heinous and bad things, but I look like I refuse to forgive you no matter what, you must be surprised.

I am not afraid of being laughed at by you when I say it, I want to treat you well.However, you never accept it. Only by giving you inexplicable indifference can you be willing to accuse me, try your best to annoy me, and force me to hate you so much.

I don't talk much, but I behave strangely and do many things that ordinary people don't understand for no reason, so you don't like me for a reason.

It's just that you are even more strange. Knowing this, you still want to be my friend, ruining my good time abruptly, and wanting more romance.Tch, why are you so thick-skinned and call this romantic?

I have told you several times that I hate people, drinking, and doing nothing.But you ignore it, you should be flirtatious, you can do whatever you want, pick the things that annoy me the most, and pretend to ignore them, how can I not hate you?

I thought, you are already at this point, I should write something good for you.

But after thinking about it, why should I reserve my compassion for you, why should I be gentle to you?

If someone sees this letter, they must be curious, and they will scold me for being unsophisticated, why I am so aggressive and unwilling to let go of a person’s fault, ha, then I will give the answer first, I don’t love you, why can’t I be right? You are bad.

Even calling you an old friend makes my heart ache.You don't love me either, so you torture me like this.

What I am writing now is my last bit of respect for you as a human being, everything else has no emotion or purpose.

Having said that, I finally explain the strange bond that I have always had with you.

You and I don't love each other, and don't like to respect each other, so when we are unhappy, we torture each other and take pleasure in hurting each other. In the end, we can only get a bad old friendship.

OK, that's great.Many friends have never been able to know the dark side of me and you for a lifetime, but you and me are lucky to know.Sophisticated and slick hypocrisy, also stingy not to show each other, not gentle to each other, only when each other's life is not good at all, they are willing to breathe a sigh of relief, if they hear good things about each other, it is estimated that there will be pain in the heart in dreams, and it will be painful to lose memory , and burned incense and worshiped Buddha day and night, begging 'don't be so nice to that bastard', and kowtowed until his head was bleeding.

Suddenly remembered something, and quickly wrote down the complaint: You are a stupid cow, you broke the small clay pot, and you also broke my teacup, causing one of my eight to be missing, and my heart ached for a long time.

But I returned it to you, your most beloved little jade pendant, I wrote 'stupid' on the back.

Sure enough, you haven't noticed your careless personality, and you still hang it on your waist all day when you go out in a majestic manner. I don't know how many people will die laughing when they see it.Even so, I still want to beg Lord Yan to give you one more sentence, you really deserve to be beaten.

My whole life is clear and bright, but there is only one blemish, which is being friends with you.

What is a friend?Know yourself and know your enemy, it's hard to find a friend in the world, but I and you are enemies that are hard to see in a lifetime.

Know yourself and the enemy, you can even hate you to the core.

Now that you are dead, I am not afraid to tell you: several times I have thought about poisoning my drink, but I have never seen it. The only thing that is more poisonous is my spittle, but even if I spit it out, At most, you can only feel that the taste of the wine is slightly weak, and it will not poison you to death.

There is also a hidden weapon for you to put on the couch, and it is a pity that after living such a long life, the dagger has never been obtained.

The only thing that can hurt people is my sewing needle, which is unique. If you sacrifice it, you will have rough skin and thick flesh, and it will be a problem whether you can stick it in. I will also lose a sewing master, which is not worthwhile.

I really don't have any weapons, so I can only hope for something else. Birds rush down and hit you, you fall when you walk, the flower wine is poisonous. "

After reading this, Shu Wu was thirsty, his lips moved lightly, and some broken words rolled in his throat.

Because he read the content hastily, when he stopped abruptly, he still panted a little bit.His knuckles turned white, and the letter paper trembled a little. He stood up, as if speaking to himself, and as if speaking to the air.

"...how could I be so childish..."

But the oil lamp hadn't been extinguished yet, and Shu Wu's frail shadow was moving through the light and shadow, stretched by the wind, and he had already rolled up his sleeves to put away the letter paper, but the movement was not so smooth.With just a slight pause, Shu Wu seemed to have figured out something again, picked up the pen, and rewrote hastily before the ink dried up.

But only two short lines.

old friends.

I'm sorry for your death, I hope you are well in Huangquan, don't miss it.

The ink blot is a hasty stroke.Shu Wu frowned, but he couldn't think of what to write, it seemed that he couldn't force it, any blessings, any good intentions, were all hypocrisy.

Shu Wu lowered his head, let the wind blow a few more times, his white joints bent slightly, he folded the so-called letter and put it in the envelope.

He thought about the envelope seriously, and finally took out one decorated with cold plums from the bookshelf, pressed it flat, sealed it and put it on the table.

And the original letter, Shu Wu, was also folded up, and just stuffed it casually into a corner of the bookshelf.He still has a little conscience, at least he has to ask Ah Yu to burn it for him, and he can't really write some nonsensical abuse to perfuse others.Tan Shi can be perfunctory, but Ah Yu cannot be perfunctory.

Shu Wu felt empty, maybe because there was too little content.Something that wasn't even signed, I don't know how he could lie to himself that it was a letter.

But he didn't dare to think about it, why he was so naive just now, he didn't even let a dead person go, and he had to count the crimes of others.

He lay down with his clothes on, trembling slightly, not daring to admit that it was at that time that the man's smile appeared in front of his eyes, causing his writing to change suddenly.