As the year approached, the heavy snow never stopped, and the sky over the campus was covered with dark clouds, like the air flow of a huge cloth, tearing the clouds into flocculent strips, and the cold wind swept around the scattered ice chips flying in the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A girl walked in the scattered ice and snow, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pair of black and white NB jogging shoes under her feet, a black baseball cap on her head, and a delicate little face under the hat, with clear facial features, and a few fine bangs on her forehead, the girl held a cup of milk tea in her hand, and carried a big white dog through the snow, and the red scarf around her neck swayed in the cold wind.

The girl came to the doorman communication room of Nishizawa Academy, and the doorkeeper was an old man who asked her what was the matter.

The girl said that my name was Xia Nuo, and I had come to get the letter.

The school's letters will be concentrated in the communication room, the old man brought a cardboard box full of envelopes and put it on the table, Xia Nuo looked for it himself, and soon found the letter mailed to her, the envelope did not write the sender's name, the date of sending the letter was after Christmas last year, for a while, Xia Nuo was lazy, and she never came to pick up the letter, and today she left the school, so she took it by the way.

"Howling dog, go. ”

After taking the letter, Nono patted the big white dog and went back to the dormitory.

Several of Nuo Nuo's roommates went home, the dormitory was very quiet, Nuo Nuo was sitting under the window, the big white dog called the howling dog was lying on her feet, Nuo Nuo opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, and then was stunned, the handwriting on the letter was elegant and free, it was very beautiful, it was Gu Bei's, Gu Bei's letter to her.

Nono didn't think much about it, and spread out the letter and looked at it.

Nono:

It was three o'clock in the morning, the night was quiet, and I sat in my room, and time was as slow as a knife.

This state has been going on for many days, I often feel depressed, several roommates are very nice, some funny and some stinky and shameless, especially funny, but some of my inner words are impossible to confide in them, when I am alone, I write novels, or play the guitar. Writing novels is boring, and I can't calm down, but playing the guitar is a good pastime, and lately I've been particularly fond of the prelude from Carmen's Overture, and I'd like to play it to you if I have the chance.

Speaking of which, I personally am not really keen on music, I just know that you like it, so I learned, maybe you will laugh at me in your heart, in order to please you to do a meaningless and stupid thing, but I always think that people live meaninglessly, love gives meaning, just like you love to paint, and I am in love with you.

My family background is not good, I am burdened with huge debts, my father is a motorcycle driver, my mother works as an accountant in a tobacco factory, and it is not surprising that I will be fired next year. As a son of man, I have the obligation to share the pressure for my parents, so I have the idea of starting a business and plan to start a media company, but I have encountered a lot of setbacks, and I especially hate dealing with officialdom. In the real world, there is no one more real than whom, only who is more complicated than whom, but in the world of feelings, there is no one more complicated than whom, only who is more real than whom. Nono, I love your truth, and please keep this original intention.

Nono:

You often ask me when I like you.

I think it's a moment. You may think that this statement is ridiculous and frivolous, and you will question my sincerity, how can love be a momentary thing? I agree with Milan Kundera's opinion on this question, he said in "The Unbearable Lightness of Life": "A man falls in love with a woman because of the moment when she is left in the poetic memory of the brain in the form of a metaphor." ”

I think it was at that moment, in Yuefang Times Square, on that warm autumn drunken afternoon, that you sat in the square and sketched others, and I saw your side face, focused, clean, and clear, as if you didn't belong to this dirty world. For me, falling in love with you, that second is enough.

Nono:

Listen to me.

What you said on your seventeenth birthday made me understand that you are not sure of my feelings for you, and I cannot prove my feelings for you, but I am convinced that I am serious and sincere in my feelings. Maybe you don't know how strong my desire is to see you, and you don't know how much I feel anxious when I see you. Like represents fear, and love is the loss of strength. I've always thought I'm strong enough, but in fact, I've been drowning in the whirlpool of emotions from time to time, thinking about you at meals, thinking about you in class, and waking up in the middle of the night thinking about you.

I love you, Nono.

This sentence is not a declaration, and it is not to blackmail you, let alone to cling to it and hinder your life. I will respect your choice, I love you, but I will defend to the death your right to love me or not to love me.

That's what this letter wants to say, the words in my heart are indescribable, the temperature has been getting colder and colder recently, take good care of yourself, eat less instant noodles and milk tea, Wang Del said that loving yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance, but I always thought that you don't cherish yourself much, the cold road is long, hard and long, the girl I love deeply, I wish you peace and joy in your life.

- Gu Bei.

――2001.12.26 in Nishizawa Longling.

After reading the last word, Nono put down the letterhead.

It was cold in the dormitory, but Nuno was very warm in her heart, she squinted her eyes and looked out the window, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a pot of pothos on the windowsill, the pot of pothos was still lush in the cold winter season, and the leaves on it were delicate and dripping, exactly the same as when Gu Bei sent her on the National Day.

Nuno reached out and opened the window to hug the green pothos in, and then opened the drawer, there were very few things in the drawer, two "Solo Singers", and a black diary, she had the habit of writing a diary, she put Gu Bei's letter in the diary, and then took out her mobile phone, found a phone number with the note "Nord North" in the address book, and dialed it.

Three seconds later, the phone went through, and the person on the other end asked, "Nono?"

Nono said "um": "What are you doing?"

"Ready to get on the train and go home today. ”

"What time is the car?"

"11 o'clock. ”

Nuno raised her hand to look at the time, it was half past ten o'clock, so she hung up the phone, reached out to hold the pot of pothos, and rushed out of the dormitory with the howling dog, this girl who has never cared about anything seems to be a little anxious, anxious to go out, anxious to go downstairs, anxious to walk through the wind and snow across most of the Qingchuan, to meet the person who loves her deeply.

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