The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 236, Mi Jian, is this a coincidence?

  The white paper was spread out, Zhang Xuan picked up the pen and wrote, don't brew emotions.

   When writing a letter to Mi Jian, he never had to brew his emotions. He seemed to have endless things to say in his two lives. Even if those words were trivial remarks, I believe Mi Jian would not dislike them.

Write:

  See you, see the letter and be happy.

   I used to say that I always wanted to write to you, but when I mentioned the pen just now, I realized that this was the first time I wrote a letter to you in my life.

   Please forgive me for being the king of strong mouths.

   I am writing to you suddenly this time because I have just experienced a life and death. This time, I took the Tu-154 passenger plane from Yangcheng to Shanghai...

   Described what happened on the plane in detail, Zhang Xuan paused, and then wrote:

  It is said that life and death can penetrate everything in the world, and can fully understand. I think the moment I wrote the suicide note, it seemed that I had an epiphany.

  You know, at that moment, I could only have 6 people in my mind: my dear mother, my two sisters with opposite personalities, my uncle who treats me like a son, and... and you.

   Actually, I have always wanted to tell you a secret. I have dreamed a lot over the years, often the same dream.

  There are only you and me in the dream, and our conversations in the dream are always the same.

The    dream scene seems to be decades later, in a cemetery…

   In the dream, you muttered to the tombstone: "Many people have asked me that I have no regrets after being single in my life. I told them that the road is chosen by myself, and I live a dashing and unrestrained life, and I have no regrets."

   Then you sighed and said to me: "You know, if I really have any regrets, it is that I feel sorry for my mother and her old man.

   She gave me an excellent face and excellent genes, but it was broken in me and could not be passed on. "

   Describe the most unforgettable memory of the previous life in the form of a dream.

   Zhang Xuan continued to write: I don’t know why I have such a dream, why this dream is so absurd, why I always have the same dream, so that I can’t tell whether it is a dream or reality.

   You know, when I was on the plane, I wanted to say three words to you, and I didn’t want to leave any regrets when I was dying.

   But when the pen wrote this, I made the old problem again, I always restrained after a whim, but it doesn’t matter, some words are the same, you are so smart and you understand it long ago.

   I want to tell you a lot of things, but if I tell you everything, how can I finish writing these letters?

   So long story short, and finally ask: If I have an accident one day, please don't reject my kindness.

After the    letter was written, Zhang Xuan checked it again, and then the signature date was kept.

   Neat writing format, neatly put the pen.

   Zhang Xuan rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and sighed in his heart: He has been reborn. Logically speaking, auspicious stars should be shining and good luck should be in the fortune. He is the son of destiny.

   But the fact is that he is not the son of fate, his mother, this time he almost lost his life.

   Life and death are impermanent, don’t leave regrets. This is Zhang Xuan's heart-wrenching realization after walking through the gate of hell.

   In fact, it is hypocritical to say it, and it has been two lives, so what is there to look at, right?

   But some things are said to be one thing, and one thing to be done, or this is a common problem of human beings. I love to find a reason for myself to be a bad person.

   Moreover, if you follow the trajectory of the previous life, it will take many years for Mi Jian to slowly accept himself with this reserved temperament.

But after the plane incident, he can see it through. He doesn't know which one will come first, good or bad. He is not the protagonist of this world. .

  I don’t want to wait anymore, I’m so busy now, I’m sure I’ll have to fly frequently in the future, what if something really happens?

   Fold Mimi's letter, take out a spare registered letter from the drawer, put the letter in, seal the opening with glue, and affix the stamp.

  Peace for a while…

   Zhang Xuan's eyes fell on the suicide note again. After thinking about it, he took a new letter and started writing to Lilith.

   In the past, he would not have taken the initiative to write a letter to this tigress even if he was killed, because this was clearly causing trouble.

  Because this is equivalent to handing the other side steps, Lilith will definitely seize the opportunity to make an inch.

   But after this incident, what else can't be thought through...

   The letter is full of two pages, and he doesn't bother to check it, so he folds it and puts it in an envelope.

  Lock the door, take an umbrella and go downstairs.

When    was about to descend the stone steps, Lao Deng shouted, "Zhang Xuan, where are you going?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "Send a letter."

   Lao Deng asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

   Zhang Xuan replied: "No."

   Lao Deng sent an invitation: "Send the letter and hurry back, and come to my place to eat later."

  Zhang Xuan waved his hand, glanced at Lu Ni next to him and refused: "No, I'm full of love recently, and it's not suitable to get along with bachelors like you."

  Lu Ni laughed angrily, staring at his back and reprimanded: "Zhang Xuan, are you itchy?"

   Zhang Xuan replied cheerfully: "If you have the energy, don't rush with me, think about how to help Lao Deng get out of the order, and help yourself by the way."

  Luni stammered: "Zhang Xuan, come back to me."

   Zhang Xuan smiled, waved again, and left.

   ran outside the school, Zhang Xuan first sent two letters.

   Then eat some spicy beef noodles, drink some soup, and feel warm and comfortable all over.

   When I returned to school, I bought a bag of Shuangling's favorite fruits at the fruit stand, and hurriedly passed through the north gate with them, and hurried to the classroom of the accounting class.

   When approaching the small auditorium, Zhang Xuan suddenly heard a voice.

   "Wenhui, this "White Deer Plain" was given to my uncle by Mr. Chen Zhongshi. You can see that there is Mr. Chen Zhongshi's autograph on it. I know you like reading this book, and I will give it to you today."

  A young man with short-sighted glasses and a mid-point comb chatted around Wen Hui, looking surprisingly good.

  Wenhui politely refused: "I'm sorry, I do like Mr. Chen's book, but I already have the signed version, you can keep it for yourself."

   Hearing Wen Hui's words, the boy looked regretful, then opened the book and said, "I like this book too, but I didn't read it well enough in the text, can you help me analyze it?"

  Wen Hui took a step back without a trace: "I'm sorry, it's not too early, I have to go."

  The boy closed the book and hurriedly said, "Then I'll send it to you. A girl at night is not very safe."

  Wenhui took another step back and refused again: "No, the person who picks me up is already here."

   Zhang Xuan, "..."

   I wanted to stand and watch a play, but I didn't expect to be used.

   Seeing Wenhui walking to Zhang Xuan's side, she stood there quietly and motionless. The boy who followed stopped hesitantly, stared at Zhang Xuan and looked up and down for a while, and then left with an obscure expression.

   Watching the boy leave the stage sadly, Zhang Xuan asked jokingly, "A lover?"

  Wenhui smiled brightly and did not answer, it was a default.

   Zhang Xuan took a step forward and asked, "It's getting dark, why are you here?"

  Wen Hui followed to the teaching building and replied, "Rehearse the program in the small auditorium."

   "How come I don't know about the activities of the management institute?"

   "It's not a school activity, it's a school chorus."

   "Piano playing?"

"Um."

   "What about Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu, why didn't you accompany you this time?"

   "Recently, the instructors and the student union have been strict about attendance, and they study by themselves in the evening."

   Having said this, the two suddenly didn't know what to say, and they walked and fell into silence.

When    was about to arrive at the teaching building, Zhang Xuan remembered something and suddenly asked, "Do you have a signed version of "Bai Luyuan"?"

  Wenhui smiled knowingly and replied, "No."

   "Then have you read this book?"

   "Well, read it three times."

   Hearing this, Zhang Xuan turned around and said, "I really like it."

  Wen Hui was inexplicable, looked up at him slightly, and nodded lightly.

   Zhang Xuan continued to walk, "Have you seen "The Sound of Wind"?"

  Wen Hui stared at his back and asked, "What is "Wind Sound", is it a new literary work?"

   Zhang Xuan almost stumbled and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

   I don't want to talk to her this week, and I don't want to talk to this woman next month.

   Damn, he really hits people.

   Came to the accounting class, Zhang Xuan opened the door, and under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, he sat down beside Du Shuangling familiarly.

   Putting the fruit on the ground, Zhang Xuan grabbed her paper and pen and wrote: Report, I'm back.

  Du Shuangling read it and wrote with concern: Did this trip go well?

  Zhang Xuanhui: It went well, I just missed you a little.

  Du Shuangling's face was a little hot, she glanced at the surroundings with her peripheral vision, and wrote happily: How much do you want?

   Zhang Xuan wrote: How much do you think? This cannot be described in words. Are you going back to the house with me now, or will you meet at night?

  Du Shuangling's face became hot instantly, and she wrote resentfully: You don't hurt me.

   Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he raised his fingers and did the math. Ouch, Comrade Shuangling came to relatives today, no, it should have come yesterday.

   Depressed!

   Come here with joy, and come back in disappointment, the old man is in a mood to lose his temper at this moment.

  …

   "Mi Jian, your letter!"

   At noon, Mi Jian returned to the dormitory after class. Not long after he sat down, a roommate came in from outside and handed her the letter.

  Mi Jian didn't sleep well last night and is a little sleepy now. But thinking of something in the next second, he got up to take the letter, looked at it, and walked out of the dormitory.

   It was the first time my roommate saw this, so he turned his head and said to the others, "Girls, my intuition tells me that something is wrong."

   Another immediately asked: "Where did you send it?"

   "CUHK."

   "That must be a handsome guy."

"Why do you say that."

   "Because CUHK is worse than our Peking University..."

  “…”

  “…”

  What was going on in the dormitory, Mi Jian didn't know.

   She found a grassy area where no one was there, sat down and began to scrutinize the cover of the registered letter.

   stared at the familiar handwriting on the envelope for a small meeting, the sleepiness on his face seemed to have dissipated a lot.

   Start opening letters.

There are three sheets of    letter paper.

  The content of the first letter, Zhang Xuan wrote about the air crash.

Halfway through   , Mi Jian squeezed his fingers so hard that he almost didn't hold the letter paper firmly.

   stabilized his mood, Mi Jianqiang continued to read according to his mood.

  The time passed slowly, and when he read the first letter, Mi Jian suddenly got up and touched all the pockets on his body, but couldn't find the IC card.

  I then hurried back to the dormitory. After finding the IC card in my bag, I rushed again and came to an empty phone booth.

   Insert card, dial...

   Started to call Zhang Xuan teacher's apartment rental.

   It was only after a series of numbers "ding ding ding ding dong", when her finger pressed the last "pound" key, she stopped suddenly.

  Michi stopped.

   Silent at the phone booth for a few minutes, then quietly pulled out the IC card.

   went back to the grass just now, took out the letter from his pocket, and began to read the second page of the letter.

   The second page of the letter, with a small number of words, wrote about the state of mind when he was enlightened on the plane, as well as his thoughts and wills at that moment.

  Michie saw no movement for a long time after reading it.

  The hands are not moving, the feet are not moving, the body is not moving, the eyes are not verve, as if the breath has frozen, the person in the painting when seen up close, but a statue from a distance.

   It's been like this, I don't know how long it has been, but it's been a long time anyway...

   At a certain moment, Mi Jian came back to his senses and switched to the third page of letter paper.

   The last letter, Zhang Xuan wrote a dream, a cemetery scene.

   This time, Mi Jian read it much more smoothly, almost finished reading it in one go.

   Just after reading it, Mi Jian's mood became more complicated.

   I read it back and forth three times.

The mood of    was also subverted three times.

  Mi Jian finally put his hands on his knees and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.

   At this moment, she couldn't help thinking of the face in Zhongda under the same sky, and the "horizontal character" she had seen years ago.

   The fortune teller told her: Flowers have a re-opening day, and people are impermanent teenagers. You and the person you choose have obstacles. If you can't overcome this hurdle, you will easily die of loneliness.

   And in Zhang Xuan's dream: I have been single all my life.

Die alone…

   Single…

   Two people, two mouths, one meaning.

Is this a coincidence?

  Mijian tucked his knees and stayed on the grass all afternoon, always thinking about the "suicide note" over and over again in his mind.

   A question fills my mind over and over again: You and the person you choose have obstacles. If you can't overcome this hurdle, it is easy to die alone...

   The night is getting darker, and the lights are beginning to come on.

  Mimi went back to the dormitory, found the dusty and dusty letter paper from the drawer, and put it in the bag.

   Then put a pen and a book.

When the    drawer was halfway closed, Mi Jian paused, then pulled it open again, reached out to the innermost corner, and took out a candy in paper.

   This paper-wrapped candy is green colored paper, which is held in the palm of the hand and quietly placed in the pocket.

   At this time, a roommate asked: "Mi Jian, are you going to the library?"

  Mijian closed the drawer and replied, "Yes, do you want to go together?"

   The roommate shook the book in his hand and said proudly, "It goes without saying, when did you miss me?"

  Mi smiled when he saw it, and the two walked out of the dormitory side by side and went to the library.

On the way   , the roommate asked, "Are you all right today?"

  Mijian replied: "It's fine."

  The roommate didn't believe it, "Is it really okay?"

   "Well, it's really okay." Mi Jian said.

  The roommate still didn't believe it, took her arm and said, "You never missed classes before. But this afternoon you missed four classes in a row, and the teacher called you "Arrived" by name. I'm really a good person."

  Mi smiled and said, "Good man, thank you."

   Roommate jokingly asked: "How to thank you?"

  Mi Jian said, "I'll treat you to dinner."

  The roommate shook his head, "Okay, hee hee, next time I'll help you call "here", oh~ you can miss class and call your lover."

  Mijian pursed his lips, and then laughed.

  ps: The plane incident is the information found on Zhihu. It is not made up. There is indeed such a thing. As for the parachute, it is also the memory of the old man in the story.

   (end of this chapter)