After sending Pian Pian and the black cat home, Wen Ru also drove home, and the bustle and noise gradually became distant.

Wen Ru parked the car in the garage and walked into the alley, the light of the street lamps on both sides was extremely weak, as if they would go out in the next second, but Wen Ru knew that this was an illusion, these lights had been holding on for a long time, and it would be the same after that.

There were a few black shadows in the trash can at the entrance of the building, and they scurried away and disappeared.

Wen Ru carried the bag with a natural expression.

There is no elevator in the community where Wen Ru lives, and the lights in the corridor are gradually turning on amid the sound of footsteps.

Wen Ru opened the door, entered the house, put down her bag, took off her shoes, and relaxed her shoulders.

Pulling on her slippers, Wen Ru poured herself a glass of water and walked back to the room.

Wen Ru took out the two photos and the diary.

When she opened the notebook, a note fell out, which was the sorry letter that Xiao Hua left for the landlord, and Wen Ru also asked her for it, and it was only because of this that she learned that Xiao Hua was afraid that her house would not be rented out, so she made up the rent for another two months.

The content of the letter is far more thoughtful than the repetition heard, and the letter is not long.

He wrote: I have no regrets, no emotional entanglements and no conspiracy to frame, maybe this is just an escape or relief for a coward, I thought about hiding myself so as not to scare others, but in the end I found that only the rental house can let go of myself. I'm sorry for the taboo that made your place because of my own selfishness.

This is a person with a warm heart.

When she saw it, Wen Ru felt inexplicable in her heart.

is like Pianpian, just after saying a few words to Xiao Hua, he will blame himself for if he persuaded him more at that time, whether the other party would have the idea of life.

What about Wen Ru?

She had looked at his paintings for a long time, had spoken to him, and had even seen that he was giving up his life.

But she didn't keep it.

Just ask him, have you thought about it?

To say that reason is too pale, almost indifferent.

Wen Ru felt that her throat was a little dry, and she drank several sips of water urgently before she barely calmed down, and she blinked before opening the diary.

The book is not thick.,It's a little reluctant to say it's a diary.,The dates on it aren't compact.,Just occasionally record some.。 At first, it was just a record of some trivial things in life, the worries and enthusiasm when I first left school, the confusion and confusion when renting a house, the excitement and occasional complaints when I got a job.

The sentences are very lively and interesting, far less gentle and thoughtful than those in the sorry letter.

Wen Ru looked at it seriously, and the image of the person who was on the same side was filled in little by little through these words, this was Xiao Hua in the early years.

Then one day, the diary became a diary, and a black cat began to appear frequently in his diary.

March 4, fine.

I saw a cat outside the cake shop, black, very small, with bright eyes, and I wanted to take it away, just to think about it.

March 5, fine.

It ate the bread I had given it, approached timidly, and meowed at me, its voice soft. I want to take it away, just thinking about it.

March 6, cloudy.

It hid in the corner, and I chased away the kid who threw the stone, and it came out and yelled at me, so good. I want to take it with me, I can only think about it.

March 7, rain.

I held up my umbrella to look for it, and sure enough, it was still there, huddled into a small ball, shivering. I want to give it a home.

It's very well-behaved, and it makes people's hearts melt.

March 8, fine.

I kept thinking about it when I went to work, and when I got home, as soon as I opened the door, it leaned over and rubbed my trouser legs, as a man who doesn't like to scrub, well, a gentle burden.

It's really well-behaved.

Wen Ru can imagine the situation when the young man and the cat depended on each other, it can be said that he gave the black cat a home, or it can be said that the black cat gave him a home, in the hurry of the city, they snuggled up to each other, warmed each other, and gradually fell their hearts that had nowhere to put them.

In the following diary, he would praise the softness every day, and he named it soft. Squishy can play with hairballs, can be coquettish, and will scare him with small teeth...... Every little gesture will make him happy and proud.

The relaxed record makes people smile, Wen Ru's expression gradually relaxes in the process of flipping, the facial muscle lines are soft, and the curvature of the corners of the lips is warm.

Then, the relaxed atmosphere came to an abrupt end.

March 20, fine.

Or was discovered. The landlord ordered me to give it away, or leave together.

......

I'm a coward.

March 21, cloudy.

I built a small shed for Softsoft to shelter from the rain, and I made an appointment with him to visit it every day. It rubbed my palm and meowed, very well-behaved.

March 22, fine.

It was waiting for me, and I was pleasantly surprised that it could recognize my footsteps. It may understand that I chose to abandon it in front of life and it, but it still treats me very closely, and it is very well-behaved.

March 25, fine.

I gradually got used to the three-day life of home, cat, and company, and I would take him to the park when I was resting, and he was very well-behaved.

Wen Ru turned to the next page, then was stunned for a moment, and then turned back, the date did not change, there were three days apart, and there were only four words.

March 26, heavy rain.

Soft and well-behaved.

I don't have a home.

The handwriting was blurry, as if it had been swam open and smeared.

The diary came to an abrupt end here, and Wen Ru was stunned, remembering the abrupt conversation that day:

"Do you like cats?"

"Loved but didn't want to raise. ”

"Well, don't keep it if you can't take good care of it. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, his voice soft.

Wen Ru was only a cat lover's advice at that time.

And now, the soft squishy is probably an accident.

The picture of him and the black cat is followed by a poem by Emily Dickinson:

If I hadn't seen the sun,

I may endure the darkness,

But now, the sun has taken my loneliness

Shine more desolately.

Wen Ru rubbed this passage, and the feeling in her heart was a little indescribable.

After that diary, Xiao Hua never wrote a diary on it again.

The back of this book is blank.

But when Wen Ru closed the diary and inadvertently turned the last page, her gaze froze for a moment.

There is a passage written: Please don't blame yourself, and there is no need to regret it, this is not a whim for me, but more like a dormant.

Wen Ru was stunned, the diary was a little old, and the corners of the white paper were a little yellowish, but the handwriting of this passage was very new, and the color was brighter than the previous text.

Apparently it was written down very recently.

She rubbed the words, wondering if this was written for her?

Did he know that she had regrets, that she would go to his residence, and that she would bring back this diary?

Wen Ru suddenly had the idea of wanting to understand someone, and she couldn't stop it.

Go and see where he lives, where he works, and learn about his past.

Thinking like this, Wen Ru suddenly chuckled, as if sighing: "A madman." ”

Who are you talking about?

Wen Ru has never had the habit of giving up halfway.

Since Song Jun's three-month contract with her has not expired, there is still one month, and she also wants to improve her work.

For example, Song Jun's memory.

Song Jun's dream is that he lived in the city a year and a half ago, at the age of 23, working as a clerk.

"Do you know what she looks like?"