This made Li Wen very helpless, whoever let himself take on this task, naturally did not give up this option. It seems that you can't force your way in, you can only outwit it, and of course you have to find a way to get in. Li Wen really had no choice, except for coming to the uninhabited street to meet Hu Ting's home, Li Wen was not familiar with the other roads and did not dare to go. Worried that he would not be able to come back if he got lost, this made Li Wen feel very depressed.

Although Li Wen was very curious about what documents were in the letter, the head teacher made it so well, it must be very important. Although it was difficult for Li Wen to send this document, in fact, he wanted to ask Hu Ting to find out what happened.

Although Hu Ting has ever looked at him or not, Li Wen feels that it doesn't matter, as long as Li Wen sees Hu Ting happy, he feels happy. If Hu Ting was unhappy, Li Wen also felt very disappointed in his heart. Although Hu Ting didn't like him, Li Wen felt that it was worth doing so much. Because Hu Ting is the only goddess that Li Wen has a crush on, and it has never changed.

Li Wen looked at the iron sheet in front of him forming a wall, preventing people from outside from entering, and it was obvious that the speed was really fast. Last night it was empty, and anyone could enter. After one night, it changed, and people from outside were restricted from entering. Maybe there really may be a secret of an invisible person inside, which makes Li Wen quite interested.

However, the most important task now is to hand over important documents to Hu Ting. Li Wen tried to walk against the wall, but found that the road to the front was also blocked, and it didn't work at all. You can only climb over the iron wall, and then go there and climb out again. Although the height is not very high, it is about 2.5 meters. But this piece of iron is made of a wall, and Li Wen is very worried that he will not be able to bear his weight and will fall.

Looking at the door not far away, Li Wen thought about it and could only enter by walking through this door. But someone was guarding and was not allowed to enter at all. Unless he knocks people out, but Li Wen has never done it, and he is afraid that he will beat people to death if he has a lot of strength. Besides, there are still cameras there, and it is illegal to beat people, and if you call the police, you will get into trouble.

Li Wen stood in the distance, and through the crack in the door, he saw a group of people wearing large yellow clothes in one place, and he didn't know what they were doing. It seemed to be digging something, and there were excavators and other large machines that Li Wen had never seen before. The clothes they wore seemed to be anti-pollution clothing, special clothing, which might be used to protect against some dangerous gases or something.

However, the doorman didn't know where to go and left his post temporarily, and Li Wen clearly saw that a piece of paper had fallen from him. Li Wen was very excited, and quickly ran up to pick up the paper. However, it turned out that it was not a map or classified information, it was just an article!

She didn't have time to grab the handrail. If she hadn't been held up, she would have fallen. She turned around to thank the person who had helped in time, but she saw a familiar face. Her heart trembled, and she felt that this face was familiar.

In the crowded carriage, their eyes met. He smiled and nodded, and she smiled in response. She was sure she had recognized the wrong person and never looked at him again...... When she arrived at the station, she got off the bus, looked around calmly, no longer thinking about what had just happened, and thought about what she was going to do tomorrow, and went home.

Every day.

In the evening, she laid a tablecloth on the coffee table on the veranda, filled the teacups, and sat there quietly, listening to the green leaves and the drizzle, forgetting the tea that had long since cooled. Accustomed to the leisurely pace of life, she herself lost her temperature like tea in a cup. Live, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.

Tonight was a little different. She suddenly wanted to have a cup of coffee, strong, carefully brewed in a coffee pot, so that the aroma of coffee permeated the veranda.

She took a sip of her tea and walked into the garden. On warm and humid nights, the nightingale that has lived in the garden for a long time is singing beautifully, as if to wake her up from years of nightmares.

She also loved and was happy, and then he joined the army, just like all seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys. He wrote and she replied. He often wrote to him, but one day, the letter was suddenly interrupted. She waited, but never received a letter, and she mustered up the courage to go to his house.

After that, she regretted it too much, and her tears were in vain. His mother explained: "He's in love with someone else and will soon have a ......"

She couldn't remember what she said at the time. When she got home, she locked herself in her room and cried for a long time, ignoring her family's knocks on the door.

Soon, his parents moved away. She was still waiting for his letter, for him to explain why. She still couldn't believe in this merciless betrayal. Rereading the previous letters, she has never been able to let go, why do childhood sweethearts empathize with other lovers?

She didn't wait for his letter after all, and she didn't know what happened to him, but she would always remember him. Then within a year her parents died one after another, and she became even more lonely. She studied hard and devoted herself to her career. She felt that everything was still ahead, and she would definitely meet the one she was destined for, but time flew by, until one day, someone gave her a seat in the subway car......

Her life is like the setting sun, the red sun that should have been just empty is approaching the horizon, and it only takes a moment for dusk.

Early morning arrives with the sound of rain on the rooftops. She remembered that it was Saturday and she didn't have to travel. She walked up the steps to the door, breathed in the fresh damp air of the garden, and went inside to make breakfast. On this rainy morning, even the birds in the garden were a little unusual, and she suddenly wanted to sing, to be more beautiful. The joy of being forgotten for a long time has not faded, but rather disturbed. The mystery is simple - she was thinking about the man she met on the subway yesterday.

She ate her breakfast, resenting herself for being too wooden to socialize with men, and at the same time planning to go out for a walk.

On a rainy day, the breeze gently stirs the wet leaves. She walked slowly, because she was thoughtful, and a simple walk seemed meaningful. From time to time, she was greeted by neighbors, and she responded to them with a smile.

Today she was walking longer than ever. She breathed greedily into the air mixed with the scent of weeds and thought about her life. Of course, many things are not as good as they should be, but it should be admitted that life has not abandoned her. She traveled around and did not lack attention from the opposite sex, but she failed to start a family after all. Later, it was just to live, no longer fantasizing, no longer waiting for miracles, no longer expecting happiness to knock on the door.

Returning from a walk, there was a young man and a woman standing in front of the door. They wanted to rent her villa in the summer. She felt the man's appearance very familiar, as if he had come from her distant youth—he was standing here now, looking at her. After a brief greeting, she wasted no time in asking his father's name. When she heard the answer, she slumped down on the bench by the door—her legs went limp.

Uncharacteristically, she replied bluntly: "No rent." But then he added, "Who asked you to come?"

As soon as she spoke, she realized her rudeness and asked, "Is it just the two of you?

Sensing her hostility, the young man was a little cramped, but politely replied, "I have a son, who is only one and a half years old." And my father – he's disabled. ”

"Disabled? What's wrong with him?"

The young man said with some emotion: "The war in Afghanistan...... Wounded in Kandahar, shrapnel remained in the body. Doctors did not dare to operate. ”

"And where's your mother?"

"It's been a long time since I died. ”

She stopped talking, and the young man was still recounting: her parents met on the battlefield, and her mother stepped on a landmine to save her father, and her foot bone was blown off.

The wind kept blowing the chaotic foliage, and the young man's words seemed to float from far away: "According to my father's wishes, they were married, and my mother was in complete despair." She was not fit to have children, but she insisted on giving birth to me and died soon after. ”

"Did your father later remarry?"

"Nope. I grew up with my grandparents, and my father was often hospitalized. I heard that my father had a fiancée, and my father loved her very much. She used to live in the area. ”

She struggled to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and almost choked up and asked, "Are your grandparents okay?"

The young man smiled helplessly: "If they are still alive, there is no need for us to find a temporary shelter." ”

She suddenly felt a little tenderness in her heart for the lonely young man in front of her. She deliberately didn't look at him, and said solemnly, "I can rent you the wing room, just on the other side of the garden." Let's see if it's appropriate?"