A year has passed very quickly, Xiao Yi stretched out his slender and white palm, his skin was glowing with health and moisture under the sun, he squinted the corners of his eyes, and a lot of emotion was born in his heart. Since Jiang Shui got married, he has never returned home, not because he has no time, but because of his estrangement from Jiang Shui and the kind of shame he feels sorry for her, which makes him treat himself more as an outsider. Whenever his parents sent him a text message on holidays asking him about the time to return to his hometown, he would always involuntarily shirk it. In order to have a sense of existence in Tokyo, he had already settled in his classmates in Tokyo and moved out of school.

Although communication technology has been well developed, Watanabe still insists on keeping in touch with her family by letter, especially Jiang Shui, a habit she has liked since she was a child, and in her opinion, the slow process is enough to reflect its rarity. Therefore, when he was young, even if he lived under the same roof, Jiang Shui would often write several anonymous letters and send them to himself, or to his brother, as a pastime, or as a prank.

However, she hadn't written for a long time, and Watanabe walked idly along the tree-lined path near the apartment, looking at the green mailbox outside the beige residential building, and he would always look at it with anticipation, the letter was the key to the heart, and even if it was not written at all, it could hint at what the sender was trying to express.

Jiang Shui, in the end, is still a scar in his heart that can't be erased, he made a fist, and a green thread appeared between his temples.

Watanabe went to school today to complete the formalities for studying abroad, and in a week, he will cross the ocean and set foot on the motherland that is far away from Japan.

The cool morning breeze was like a soft silk silk blowing across his face, he felt the heat of the sun, closed his eyes slightly, and remembered the dusty past. Twenty-three years ago, the Special Services Section of the Ministry of National Defense sent two technicians to a company in Hokkaido, Japan, to lurk. Dad has always done a good job, he is honest and optimistic, and he is also a young and promising potential in the organization, and he has won the love of his predecessors, so he has become the best candidate for this important task. At that time, my mother was pregnant, but she regarded her work as extremely important and insisted on going to Japan with her husband. I thought that after the task was completed, I could return to China smoothly, but I didn't expect that it would not be a day's work, and the revelation of a major conspiracy warned them that the completion of this task would be a long way to go, and perhaps, it would be far away. Once torn between work and family, Dad was worried, and he had mentioned more than once that he wanted Mom to return to China as soon as possible to recuperate and prepare for the upcoming birth, but surprisingly, Mom had fallen in love with the scenery of Hokkaido, which she said was different from elsewhere. Indeed, after staying for a long time, she realized that this small island surrounded by the sea is not very pleasant, and the scenery is so elegant and beautiful, especially the lavender flowers of Hokkaido, she was already indulged in its beauty when she first saw it.

The beauty of Hokkaido seems to have been forgotten by the world, and it grows and prospers quietly, gracefully, and with self-satisfaction, surrounded by the waves. Maybe the birth of the future child here is also a kind of fate, it is her own unswerving decision, so she took this name, Yi.

Since you have chosen, you will go down this road bravely, so that you can be called resolute.

The hibiscus leaves fell all over the ground, and Watanabe knew that school was coming soon.

The campus should be full of books in the early morning, and the trees, the lake, and the old moss-covered stairs should be full of students who are immersed in their studies, but today there are no people, not even bicycles. Xiao Yi took out his mobile phone suspiciously, only to find that it was another weekend! He always liked to go to the mailroom on the weekend to have a look, and when he passed the mailroom next to the school gate, Xiao Yi turned around and walked over, and there was really his name on the white and neat big-character poster! He immediately went into the back room like ecstatic.

"Uncle, do you have my package?"

The black-faced uncle slowly raised his face and carefully examined Watanabe's appearance.

Watanabe reacted at this time and hurriedly said, "Oh! My name is Takeshi Watanabe." Just now, I saw my name in the information bar outside. ”

"Takeshi Watanabe, Takeshi Watanabe," the uncle muttered in a vicissitudes of life voice as he checked the number on the counter. Xiao Yi looked down his hand until he removed a light brown cardboard box.

"Oh, the information and address are correct, right?" he pointed out the information on the carton to Xiao Yi.

"Yes, thank you!" Xiao Yi couldn't wait to take the carton, he quickly glanced at it and knew that it was sent by the river, somehow, seeing the four words Watanabe River always made his whole body boil immediately, and even the blood was about to burn, Xiao Yi suppressed his excitement, carefully took out a puppet from the carton, he flipped through the back and searched for it, and finally found the delicate and small river water sewn on the back of the puppet's neck. Even if I don't sign it, I can tell that this is you? Watanabe thought bitterly, Jiang Shui has always been clumsy, and it must have taken a lot of effort to make you well! Big round eyes, short plump nose, cherry-colored lips, curly flaxen-colored shoulder-length short hair, and wearing a snow-white school-style pleated skirt, very much like Jiang Shui's appearance when he was a child!

Xiao Yi couldn't put it down, his heart was full of pity at the moment, and his mind was full of Jiang Shui's unscrupulous smile at him when he was a child, and his eyes were shining.

"This package seems to have been specially sent by a girl!" the uncle seemed to be reacting now.

"When?" Xiao Yi was surprised.

"The night before yesterday. ”

"The day before yesterday?" Xiao Yi couldn't help but ponder, could it be that Jiang Shui had really been here, would she really come to her school? Why didn't she give it to herself herself?

"Why am I so stupid, I just found out now!" Xiao Yi slapped his head angrily, the day before yesterday and yesterday, he had been busy working on projects in the laboratory, and he only went home in the middle of the night, where would he have thought of paying attention to these, maybe Jiang Shui wanted to wait at the door, wanting to surprise himself, thinking about it like this, Xiao Yi couldn't help but sigh, and hurriedly walked out of the mailroom with the puppet.

That day, he was hesitant to call her back all day, but since she had a family, he was no longer so concerned about her, and was more focused on his studies. He has never cared about his family on the grounds that he is busy with his studies, if he makes a phone call coldly, he really doesn't know what to say, when he thinks of such an impersonal self, Xiao Yi's heart is like a deep blade, and he can't help twitching, he sees that the pale and craggy hands holding the puppet are quietly trembling in the cold wind.

That's it, just forget about it, maybe Jiang Shui still hasn't been able to forgive himself. Out of guilt, he lowered his head and hid the puppet deeper into his chest. (To be continued.) )