Zhang Zixia leaned quietly on the bed, and the letter from Old Man An was always in her hand and did not leave.

The envelope had been opened several times, but she didn't have the courage to open it and read it, in fact, she was not brave at all.

Old man An's naughtiness, as well as his smile vividly, when I think of it, I can't help laughing, although at that time, he always tosses all kinds of tricks, but more for their sake, she admits that when she was with Old Man An at that time, there was less time to think cranky, and her mood was not so depressed.

Old Man An cares about the people around him, only occasionally his actions make people's teeth itch, but when he thinks about it afterwards, he always can't cry or laugh.

His eyes slowly looked at the letter in his hand, Zhang Zixia was thinking, I don't know what Old Man An would say, whether he wrote him a random message, told her about the trouble of staying at home and couldn't get out, or was he coquettish to them, saying that they didn't call him, didn't pick him up, or ......

Zhang Zixia didn't know, it seemed that everything could appear in this letter.

Unable to help but be curious, her hands slowly opened the envelope, curiosity finally prevailed over reason, and she especially wanted to know what was written in this letter.

Looking at it, a line of big words was placed in front of me: Seed girl, I miss you.

Sure enough, it was Mr. An's style, simple and clear, Zhang Zixia complained silently in her heart, she knew that Mr. An would definitely not be able to write any literary words.

Are you okay? My health has been getting worse and worse these days, and my expression made me understand that maybe I only have a few days left to live, but before I die, I can't see you and Wan Yatou again, it's a pity, I don't know if you two are okay.

Old Man An's words made Zhang Zixia's heart welled up with a burst of sourness, if they called Old Man An at that time, would it be able to make him feel at ease.

These days, my heart is always not very calm, as if something will happen to the people around me, Anbai they are fine in front of my eyes, thinking that there is nothing wrong, and after thinking about it, I guessed that it might be you, and I wanted to call to ask, but I forgot the number, seed girl, you two are okay, nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, so far away, Old Man An is still so worried about them, according to the calculation of time, when Old Man An wrote the letter, it happened to be when Ah Wan and A Luo had an accident, presumably at that time, Old Man An sensed something, so he was so uneasy.

Seed girl, I can't rest assured that you are the most, the Anhui girl is really distressing, but at a glance you can see that she needs to be taken care of, and there are you sisters who protect her, but you are different, you are too strong, all the bitterness would rather be swallowed in the stomach than told by others.

You are a person with a story, from the first time I saw you, I saw that there must be many, many secrets in you, seed girl, I am afraid that one day, you will be hurt, at that time, who can protect you.

Zhang Zixia put the letter on his lap, it turned out that Old Man An knew everything, and many things that even she couldn't see clearly, but Old Man An knew everything clearly.

The letter concludes with the following words:

You must be good, you are well, I will be at ease, seed girl, one day there will be someone to protect you, at that time you two must be good, don't be like me and her can only rely on memories to spend this life.

The letter was over, Zhang Zixia slowly slipped down, hiding himself in the quilt, thinking so much, wanting to hide himself, no one could find it.

Old Man An's words touched her heart, and she thought, maybe Old Man An understands her, maybe it's because he is an old man, he has seen more things than them, so he sees them more clearly than them.

It's just a pity that the time given to him is too short, and it has only been a long time for him to be buried in the dust, Zhang Zixia thought, if Old Man An was still there, she would definitely run over and pester him to say a series of words.

However, meeting is a kind of fate, and this fate is sometimes very short.

"I will, Grandpa An, I will definitely be happy, you can rest assured. "Not only her, but also Ah Wan, all of them will be happy and safe.

Old Man An may be watching from the sky, bless them, she thought, maybe one day, they will run to Old Man An together, tell him that they are very happy, tell him, tell him that he can rest assured.

It's just that life is too short, old man An, how good it would be if you were still there, Ah Wan is still waiting for time to tell you jokes, and she is still thinking about making something for him to eat one day.

The moon hid itself, a light rain fell on the horizon, I don't know whose tears it was, the tears were all cold, the memories were thick, but only sighs were left, Zhang Zixia opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling quietly, the window panes rustled, and there was no sleepiness.

Tonight is destined to be a restless night.

As for Ah Wan, don't think about it, she is also reading the letter that Old Man An wrote to her, but I don't know what Old Man An wrote to her, whether it is a long list of gossip, but no matter what it is, they are very happy to get this letter.

Because the only memory that Old Man An left to them, the rest is only the scattered shadows.

"Wan girl, is my tea ready? ”

"Seed girl, I want to eat pastries, you hurry up and make them for me. ”

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze, are you thinking about spring? ”

"Seed girl, Anhui girl, you two have to be good. ”

……

Old Man An's words came to mind little by little, but the old man's voice could no longer be heard.

The tattered scarf was buried deep in the dirt with Old Man An, and it was just a memory from now on.

Old man An, who has been separated from the girl for decades, is finally going to return to his girl's side, and some are not missing but accompanied.

Gently closing her eyes, Zhang Zixia seemed to see, she saw Old Man An and the woman, they hugged each other, looked at her, smiled at her, they were very happy and happy.

The scarf floated in the air, surrounding the old man An and the woman, wrapping them in the middle, the old man An in his youth was handsome, the girl was also beautiful, and the young man was good-looking, but so.

And for them, what is connected is nothing more than an ordinary scarf, although the scarf is not very beautiful or rich, but it is the most important thing for them.