"I just accidentally found this, I saw that the box was not locked, so I opened it directly to see, but I saw these ......"

Lift the box and put it on the table, and then wipe the dust on it with a paper towel before motioning for Mo Ziqi to come closer.

When Mo Ziqi came closer, looking at the old box, his heart involuntarily accelerated.

Although she knew that it was a necessary process to investigate the truth about her mother's death.

But as a daughter, I always feel offended to look at my mother's old belongings like this.

Holding back that sad emotion, Mo Ziqi clenched his fists and slowly stepped forward.

I saw that there was nothing else in the box, all of them were placed letters, although the envelopes had turned yellow, but this sorted appearance, it was obvious that my mother attached great importance to these.

After swallowing his saliva, he flipped through it with his index and middle fingers, only to see that the envelopes were blank, without exception.

"Did your mother have the habit of writing or receiving letters when she was alive?"

At this moment, Mao Ruiping even regretted that he had brought Mo Ziqi to the old house so abruptly today.

Although the amount of information obtained has not been fully estimated, he is a little worried that Mo Ziqi will not be able to bear it.

Sorting out the relics of your loved ones is a painful thing in itself, not to mention having to analyze and speculate.

He wasn't even sure he could be that strong.

At this time, the corners of Mo Ziqi's eyes were already reddened, he took the tissue handed over by Mao Ruiping, pressed it on the corner of his eye, rubbed it vigorously, then sniffed, and then spoke.

"Actually, it's quite strange, in my memory, my mother rarely receives letters, and this is the first time I have seen this box. ”

It was a deep breath, as if determined to do so, and then pulled out a letter from the box.

The fingers opened a little tremblingly, and the mother's delicate handwriting immediately caught my eye.

"This, this is not received by the mother, this is what she wrote. ”

"So ...... say?"

Mao Ruiping frowned, the development of this matter is becoming more and more bizarre.

"Well, it seems that these letters are all letters that my mother has not sent since she finished writing them. ”

Mo Ziqi looked at the familiar handwriting, and finally couldn't help crying.

The most painful thing is this, it is not a message that will never be seen to make people sad, but to return to life, and you can still see the traces of the person who will say goodbye bit by bit.

Seeing this, Mao Ruiping slid his throat tightly, and hugged Mo Ziqi in his arms, speechless for a long time.

He, the bystander, felt the pain, let alone the person involved.

"Teacher, I thought I could, I really thought I was ready......"

The choked voice came from his ears, and Mao Ruiping couldn't help but think of the first time he met Mo Ziqi.

At that time, she was still a pregnant woman in a foreign land, without any support.

then gave birth to a child, worked together again, and then he knew that Mo Ziqi was Qin Miao's ex-wife.

In the past few years, Mao Ruiping saw Mo Ziqi's most collapsed mood, but his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he took the wine bottle in his hand, raised his head and drank a few sips of red wine, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and looked light and breezy again.

At that time, seeing her like this, Mao Ruiping felt ashamed.

How much he has gone through to grow to what he is now, he can't bear to think about it.

"Ziqi, you have done a good job, really good. ”

Both hands gently patted Mo Ziqi's back, in this case, the comfort of words was the most weak.

"If you can't take it anymore, we'll come back another day. ”

Feeling the person in his arms shook his head slightly, this result was expected.

As the sound of sobbing gradually decreased, Mo Ziqi left Mao Ruiping's arms, and only when he came back to his senses did he feel a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, teacher, I'm fine, just like the teacher said, the sooner you investigate, the truth can come out faster. ”

After saying this, I saw Mo Ziqi turn around and go to the bathroom, and wiped the tears on his cheeks with cold water.

When I walked back, my eyes were still red, but my mood seemed to have stabilized a lot.

I saw Mo Ziqi take out a letter from the wooden box again, and only after calming down did he notice the contents.

She found that most of the contents of the letters were addressed with the word 'day'.

Sky......

Mo Ziqi's mind quickly thought of Yan Zhongtian, thinking that the bond between this person and his mother was deeper than she imagined.

For private letters, Mao Ruiping didn't want to read much, so he sat on the chair next to him, paying close attention to Mo Ziqi's expression, for fear that she would collapse again.

Looking at the past letter by letter, Mo Ziqi's mood became more and more calm, but then it became more and more complicated.

The content written in the letter is roughly describing the mother's own life and some insights.

If it weren't for the conversion of the title and the person, she would have thought that this was her mother's own day, after all, the tone was like this.

And judging from the timing of each letter, the time span of these letters is very large.

The earlier it is, the more frequent, and by the end, most of it is once a year.

And in one of the letters, Mo Ziqi saw a sentence that left a deep impression on her.

"I don't want to disturb your life, so I can only think about it in this way, as if you were always here. ”

It is precisely because of this that the letter has never been mailed.

When I saw the last letter signed, it was in the year of my mother's death, and it came to an abrupt end.

After reading it all, Mo Ziqi also felt as if he had been pulled away by something.

I have the impression that my mother has always been a quiet person, and she doesn't like to talk very much, and she doesn't communicate with her neighbors too often.

The mother and daughter have lived in this house for more than ten years, and now she can't even remember the neighbor's surname and appearance clearly.

But this time, through these letters, she seems to have met a different mother.

Although these letters are all words of daily life, there are no key events that can be found.

But between the lines, you can also see the mother's mood when she wrote these letters.

Sometimes, this kind of bland words can better hide the excitement, share life, share emotions, and know that it is not a word similar to love, which can be regarded as profound.

At the moment, from the perspective of Mo Ziqi, as a bystander, he felt a little sorry for his mother when he was writing a letter, what kind of sadness and suffering it was after so many years.