"You know, wait a minute, I helped get dressed before she left. At our age, we don't shy away from this. Door-to-door, we often move around when it's okay, she is a very kind person, and she will give my little grandson anything delicious. The craft is so good that my little grandson loves to play with her, and she is closer to her than to me. ”

"She has a letter for you. ”

The old lady turned around and went back to the house, patting her head as she walked, "Ouch, I forgot about it." ”

Liu Nian didn't know how to describe his own heart at that moment, he came here because he wanted to meet, but fate didn't give them this opportunity.

The old lady had returned, and sure enough, she had a letter in her hand.

"What's your name. ”

"Flowing thoughts. ”

Liu Nian said that he had not said his name so solemnly for a long time. It's a little inexplicable, a little **, a little sad.

The old lady took the envelope in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, muttering it in her mouth as she looked at it.

"Flowing thoughts. The flow of flowing water. The old lady said. "Are you a stream of flowing water?"

"Yes, yes, yes. He hurriedly said, and in a panic took out his book card from his bag.

"Look, look, this is my ID card. You see, I'm a streamer, a streamer. ”

He stressed.

The old lady poked her head over and glanced at his ID card. While continuing, you can't give it to the wrong person, what should you do if you give it to the wrong person? When the main owner comes, there is nothing to give to others, and the things entrusted by others must be handled steadily.

Yes, by someone. Liunian's eyes were almost fixed on the envelope.

The old lady's withered hands finally handed the letter to Liunian.

He took it, and several stations couldn't wait to open it, and a key fell out of it.

This key?

The two neighbors also saw it, and the old lady had sharper eyes than the person who was going upstairs.

"Yes, the key to this room. But I heard that she donated this house to some Buddhist organization to use it as a dojo. I don't know what a dojo is. ”

Is this to let him in? Liu Nian picked up the key on the ground, a small one, glowing with silver, pinched in his hand, and it didn't take long for him to take his body temperature. He poked the key into the keyhole, turned it open, and in a circle, it opened. And the door opened.

He pushed the door open, it was quiet inside, he turned to thank the two men, and at the same time said goodbye, and gently closed the door. A small one-bedroom house with a hall outside and a bodhisattva in the hall.

Bodhisattva.

He thought, Bodhisattva.

Walking inside, Shuangyang's house, the indoor light is still not dim at this point, simple but clean layout, she left three or four days ago, and there is still her smell here.

It's her taste.

After all these years, the taste hasn't changed.

On the left hand side of the door is a small kitchen, next to the kitchen is the bathroom, and all the way to her bedroom, there is a bed in it, covered with elegant sheets, no quilt, no pillows. She really went, thought to herself, because there was such a custom here, and he knew that when a person died, he had to burn the pillow.

He sat down and stroked the sheet with his hand.

It is impossible to imagine that the woman has left him forever, in his dreams, he has been with her countless times, laughing together, making trouble together, cooking together, going outside to hold hands together, the sun stretching their shadows long, and the wind passing through the hair of men and women. In his dream, he had thought that one day, even if it was one day, he took a few days off when he came out this time, and he thought that he must accompany her well.

Have a good time.

scold

He couldn't help but laugh.

It's still late.

Or, fate knew that he was going to tell such a big lie, so it was this way to punish him for his infidelity, he was unfaithful to his wife, he had cried and sworn to her that he would never do anything sorry for her again, but he lost his word. She lied, and his wife didn't know it, but God knew, and God balanced cause and effect in another way.

This is the cause that he planted himself.

Would he have lied if he had known this was going to happen? There was no way for him to answer himself. No way, it's too difficult, how to choose, how to do it is wrong, how can it be like this?

He couldn't figure it out. If you ------

What do you want to do now?

Don't regret it?

Maybe I really regret that if I wasn't with her, she and myself wouldn't have suffered so much.

Don't regret it?

I don't regret it either. There is no day, not a night, only a few hours, and every time I think about the scene of the day, I always feel that it is enough.

Enough is enough.

He covered his face, tears streaming through his fingers, and he wiped his face, all tears. He opened the letter, but found that he was a little thirsty, so he got up, of course, there was water, there was a pot, and the pot was not necessarily new, but she wiped it so bright and beautiful, spotless, and the tea jar, which contained tea, and he opened it, and the familiar taste.

He smiled, he hadn't drunk this kind of tea for a long time, this tea was drunk when he was with her, the first brew she made by herself, and since then it has been out of control, all the tea in the world is not as fragrant as the tea she has brewed, he can no longer forget, and he will never dare to drink it again.

Liu Nian opened the tea can, "Zhuqing, I'm here." He swallowed his sorrow, reached in and took some tea, but found that he could not handle it well, so he took some and put it in the cup, and then took some more, put it in the cup, and looked at it carefully, until he was satisfied, and felt as if the tea was too much.

The water boiled, and he brought the pot and cooked himself a cup of tea, which filled the room. That's how they were then, he sat here, the woman sat there, the tea was ready, and the two of them held their cups at the same time.

Raise your eyebrows.

Raise your eyebrows.

He leaned his nose close to the cup, smelling the aroma of tea, the water vapor curling up, and his eyes became a little blurry.

Open the letter, familiar handwriting, calligraphy and painting are not separated, she was originally a Danqing holy hand, where can the words be worse?

Teacher Liu:

When you open this letter, I don't know if we'll ever see each other one last time.

Life is a desolation, you and I are just a garden dream. It doesn't matter if I go, or if I don't go, don't think about it. Things have changed, fate has long stopped in Si, you and I are entangled here, why bother and innocent.

I owe you an explanation for that incident.

You and I are both in the game, we are all pawns. I'm not as good as you think, when I married Zheng Zhenguo, he was out of town, and we lived a separate life. At that time, communication was not developed, and we exchanged love, and then for a long time, I secretly crossed Chen Cang with others. Zhenguo found out that he didn't blame me or break up with me. But from now on, if he wants to make a difference in his work, I will be his killer. Speaking of this dirty deal, I am not really different from those women who have worked on their flesh and skin careers.

Zhenguo's transfer back to the port was mediated by me, and his promotion in the unit was because I had an affair with a boss in a certain bureau.

The trading of power and sex, not to mention the fact that I can borrow my nationality to become famous, can be described as invincible. Most of my family's country was built by me with my own body.

I was originally like this Cheng Zhuqing, you must have been kept in the dark.

You weren't the prey of our husband and wife, you stumbled into it by mistake. Later, a man surnamed Kang approached my husband and said that he could help him transfer to a certain place, and he could also arrange for our only son to enter a certain provincial office.

The condition is that I and you are Zhenguo caught rape on the spot.

You must be ruined, and I must be notorious.

The hesitation and entanglement in the meantime were not enough for outsiders, after all, if I didn't agree, there was no way for the matter to be finally facilitated.

The results need no further saying.

You are ruined, and my Cheng Zhuqing is famous.

Zheng Zhenguo is on the rise, and my son also has a good future.

It seems that each has its place.

However......

In the past, such as yesterday's death.

I was separated from Zheng Zhenguo and lived here alone, and the long years of more than ten years passed like a white horse. Later, I was diagnosed with cancer, and every time I dreamed back at midnight, I dreamed of not Zheng Zhenguo, not the man who let me go out of the wall for the first time. But I can often dream of those scenes when I was with you, especially Zheng Zhenguo put a knife on my neck, and he said, how can you prove that you are fake with him? How can you prove that you are not in love with him? You go to sue him!

I'm silent, look at you.

You catch my eyes, and then you see you dwarf in front of me inch after inch, and you kneel naked in front of him, but word by word, say: It's me, it's me who took the initiative to seduce her. No, no, no, I forced her.

Zheng Zhenguo asked you to write the details, what a literary style you are, you took the paper and ink, and wrote it with a few strokes: admire its appearance, admire its talent, covet its shape, ask for it, be dream-minded, can't help laughing, ask for it, and use it strongly.

Zheng Zhenguo asks you to sign it, and you sign your name. Zheng Zhenguo asked if you regretted it, you looked at me at the time, shook your head, smiled, and softly spit out three words: No regrets!

Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night.

Since I have been separated from you, this poem is a portrayal of the rest of my life.

I always think that Zheng Zhenguo should ask me again at that time, and I won't regret it later?

No regrets.

I'll say to him.

I don't regret it.

I will tell him that I have no regrets.

No regrets.

I don't regret being with you, and I don't regret setting up a situation that hurt you.

I don't regret it.

I don't regret it! I don't regret it until I die!

The reason for the previous matter, pay the pen, I don't know if there is a chance to ask you in person. Knowing the above, your answer is different from what it was back then.

At this point, the god is exhausted. I know that my time is short, and I know that fate has its own arrangement. The ending between you and me was closed a few years ago, but the people's hearts are insufficient, and every greedy thought says that they will see each other as if they don't see each other, but I still want to see you again. Wander thoughts, God has mercy on me, let me see you again, God has mercy on me, let me see you again.

Bamboo green handwriting

A certain day of the month

The tea has been cold.

The person is gone.

Ashes.

Liu Nian still drank the residual tea, and refilled a cup for himself, only to find that the water was warm, and then raised his head to look at the clock on the wall, a letter, but only a thousand words, he felt that he had just read it once, and it actually took an hour.

Old.

Love has nothing to love.

Hate without hate.

The heart has nowhere to go.