He gave her a deep look, and didn't ask what was inside, but took it, his fingers untangling the threads around the folder.

Subsequently, I opened the brown paper folder and saw the contents inside.

At the moment he saw it, Lu Xiao's body was suddenly stunned.

The movements in his hands froze at that moment.

He slowly looked away at Wen Xian.

The deepened smile on Wen Xian's lips gradually faded, she looked at him, and said slowly and gently and seriously:

"Lu Xiao, marry you, I can't wait. ”

On this day, the sun was just right.

Wen Xian and he stood at the intersection of the courtyard alleys in Beijing.

The traffic is busy, and the fireworks in the world are vividly reflected in this city.

What Lu Xiao was holding in her hand was nothing else, her household registration book.

She mailed her household registration book from Shanghai and wanted to come to get the certificate with him.

Lu Xiao: "......"

At that moment, he couldn't say anything more.

just pulled her over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Her arms tightened, and she also tightened her grip on her household register.

Finally, he gave her a kiss on the forehead, and when he spoke again, his voice a little more hoarse, he said:

"Wen Xian, you give me your whole life, I won't let you lose. ”

Wen Xian: "......"

She didn't speak, just pressed against his chest and smiled softly.

She believed in him, and she always believed.

She didn't know how long Lu Xiao would stay in Beijing, maybe there wasn't much time left.

But she thought that when she finished filming this scene, she would take a good rest for a while, stay away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, go to Qinghai, and find him.

Find yourself a comfortable place, bask in the sun every day, read books, cook food, and—

Wait for him, come back.

......

In a small apartment that is not big.

As usual, she showered, dried her hair, and took care of everything in the room.

The location near the balcony is filled with various kinds of flowers, which are receiving the sun.

She sat down at the table in her room and wrote down the thousandth and third diary.

This day marks the third anniversary of his death.

Flipping through the previous diaries, she wrote:

"Ah Yan, are you okay over there, time flies quickly, you are thirty years old in a flash, do you remember the day we first met......

Junxiu's font is written with hundreds of words.

And today.

She turned the page, put pen to paper, and wrote only one sentence.

She writes slowly and firmly.

Today seems to be the same as every day, no different.

It's just that after writing that sentence, she slowly got up.

......

The wind passed through the windows, through the fluttering curtains, and at some point, in the bedroom, the chairs slammed.

It was like falling to the ground.

The wind was a little strong, and the diary on the table was rattling, and the pages were constantly and rapidly opened.

It's like a thousand and three days in the past, and a retrospective of each day is like the end of a memory three years ago......

Finally, the journal turned to the last page, and there was only one sentence on it:

Ah Yan... I've come to see you.

......

In her bedside table, there is also a small medicine bottle with paroxetine hydrochloride written on it.

Specialized treatment for depression.

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"Stuck - over!"

When Wen Xian's last scene was filmed, the whole person was still trapped in it for a long time, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

The crying eyes were red and swollen, and Sister Ling and the assistant hurriedly came over to get a tissue to wipe her.

Not far away, a man stood there, motionless.