Mr. Jin Liang:

Zhan Xinjia!

Sorry, I just recently read your book. "The Condor Heroes". Because my friends around me call me "contemporary Yang Guo", I don't know who Yang Guo is. Read.

At the beginning of the story, it was the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, and I was squatting alone at the back door of my house to play with my dog. At home, my parents were throwing things and getting a divorce, crying ghosts and gods, so I went back to my hometown to dig the grave of my ancestors.

My dog is so stupid and bored that he knows how to stumble. Then I took a dead glance and saw her in the back floor of my house wearing a little red jacket and riding a bicycle like the wind. It's not stunning, but it's chic and warm.

Then the school started, impartially, and she sat right behind me. Love when I was young was so simple, a few words, a few eyes, and I liked it.

One day half a month later, I secretly drank half a bottle of soju from my father, and wrote down the most sincere love of the year with the worst red line manuscript paper issued by the school. Of course, the latter sentence was later said by her.

Since that day, I have always believed that she must be the daughter-in-law of my old Chen family!

When I was in middle school, I didn't spend much time together, and I took my own classes, and I was more like classmates. The only difference was that I sent her home in the evening. The happiest time of the day is the ten minutes on the way home at night. At that time, innocence, measure, and posture.

In my junior year of high school, I was forced to transfer to another Devil's Middle School, which was known for its cruelty. I agreed to work together to get into a university in the same city, and I don't usually contact her, but I call her every Wednesday at noon. Because I call once a week, I cherish the time I spend on the call. From this call to the next call, I will prepare for countless deductions, and I can play two classes. She even used pen and paper countless times to outline the next call. Our school lunch break is only 30 minutes, and sometimes she delays her meal a little. would miss my call the following week. It will be spent in frustration and anticipation of the next call.

It's not dark or blowing, those days were really hard.

When she finally graduated, she failed the college entrance examination and I missed my expectations. First breakup.

After tearing up the admission letter and being beaten three times by my father, I showed up in the class she was repeating on the last day. She was pleasantly surprised that we got back together.

Now think about it. At that time, how did it come so easily?

After graduating from senior high school, everyone did well in the exam. But her first choice was misfilled and adjusted, and we were reduced to a long-distance relationship. He began to rely on the phone to contact the other party again. Long-distance relationships are so hard, you can't see each other when you want to see each other, and you are thousands of miles away when you need each other.

She is headstrong and mischievous. I was forced to see each other at least once a month, and I often couldn't get a ticket for the ten-hour train, so I often stood overnight and then showed up at the door of her dormitory the next day, climbing the mountain together. Every time, I was asked to carry it on my back, pointing to a tree as a destination, and when I arrived, I smiled and said that it was actually the one in front of me, and lied to me that the boyfriends of the dormitory girls were offering warmth. Fool me to help her knit a scarf, everyone is playing a game, I hide on the top bunk to weave a scarf, clumsy. I was laughed at by my roommates all winter, she always liked to take me to sing K with her friends, and when she went to the barber shop to wash her hair. She wouldn't let my little sister touch me, she had to come by herself, the cross-stitch pillow she had spent two months embroidering. I was asked to sleep with my arms in my arms every night, send a photo before going to bed as proof, and not shed a single drop of hara......

I'm stubborn. Because of poverty, every time she wants to eat expensive ice cream, I strictly refuse to be extravagant and wasteful; two times in a row, the train appeared at the door of her dormitory, she was not grateful, and said that she was hard, so she ignored her for a week, forcing her to cry and beg as much as she wanted, but she was not allowed to leave her; she came to me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she was unwilling to go back after three days, and she wanted to be with me for absenteeism. With a cold face, she was pushed onto the train, and after graduating from graduate school, she failed the interview for the ace major of her dream university, and was transferred to another school......

The ultimate breakup is what I proposed. The reason is that during that time, she was obsessed with board games, and it happened that the unit went to the field to expand training, and when she went, she didn't say hello to me, but the signal in the mountains was not good, and there was no news for almost a week.

She came to me to apologize, told me in front of all my colleagues in the internship that she was wrong, and I refused to forgive her in a sincere manner. And just like that, we separated. But at that time, I felt that she was mine, the daughter-in-law of my old Chen family, and even if they were separated, she would still be mine. I don't know where the confidence comes from. One of the things I often said at that time was, if you are not used to you, you are such a temper and will never change.

The two began a blind, angry love and breakup. From that point on, we started missing out again and again. But since then, I have gradually matured when I entered the society, gradually got rid of the shadow of inferiority complex and sensitivity brought to me by a single-parent family, and began to be responsible and tolerant. I especially want to tell her that I have changed, I no longer regard inferiority as stubbornness, sensitivity as personality, and no longer easy to lose my temper.

But he also lost his original intention and the courage to take the initiative to contact her.

And then there was a lot going on. She came to me one year for her birthday and brought me a video of two well-edited couples who went through a lot of separations and finally got married, and I understood what she meant. She said that in her heart, I was her eldest child, and she felt that only she could be good to me, and she was not at ease with others. But at that time, I was miraculously falling into a so-called love that turned out to be just her shadow and substitute.

I don't know what's wrong with us, we love each other but we have to miss it again and again. But I've always been adamant that she must be mine. This heart has never changed.

It wasn't until December 12, three years ago, that such thoughts finally came to an end.

After 12 years, in the end, things are still wrong.

I don't know if everyone has a beautiful memory in their youth, and it is destined to become a regrettable memory. Being young and frivolous has given us too much willfulness, and finally caused the regrets that cannot be erased in our youth.

The day she got married, she didn't notify me. But I don't know if it's because they've been together for too long, and they're very different from each other, so one day after not being in touch for a long time, they suddenly blessed their hearts, so they were crazy, and they frantically called all the friends who could contact her, and when they heard the news that she was about to get married over the weekend, they were completely panicked for a while, and asked incoherently about everything about the groom, and I heard that they decided to get married after less than two months of love, and I wanted to buy a ticket and fly back immediately to beat the groom so that he didn't even know his mother!

At that moment, I felt that even if I killed people and went to prison, ate guns, and were bombed, I would have to stop this wedding!

When I got up in the middle of the night and sharpened the stainless steel fruit knife, a phone call from my mother saved me. Actually, I didn't understand what she said at all, maybe she didn't say anything at all, from beginning to end, I was talking nonsense by myself, she was just listening.

But that time was undoubtedly the best and most effective communication between mother and son after she divorced her father. After the call, I settled down a lot.

Lie down with your clothes folded and keep your eyes open until dawn. Not a single tear was shed, and my heart was as discouraged as death.

I got up and asked for her wedding photos. My buddy sent it to me carefully, and when I saw the groom, I couldn't say what I felt at the time, but now it seems that it is very similar to Guo Jing written by you, and I should be a good husband in the future.

The deepest impression is that in the wedding photos, she is smiling happily and very happy, and from what I know about her, she is by no means a person who will make do. If you are married, you must be really in love.

In this way, it should all be let go. Maybe so.

But alas, I never let go.

We haven't been in touch again for three years. But every year on her birthday, and even the child's full moon and first birthday, I am like a demon, I will always secretly ask someone to bring carefully selected gifts, and will secretly put a thousand yuan on her card, but I never dare to sign it...... My friends said I was crazy, and even I thought I was like a rotting corpse and a wild ghost hiding in the dark and coveting the happiness of others.

I want to change, I want to cheer up, I want to fall in love and get married, but unfortunately, the heart is like a piece of land, love and hate are big salt and alkali, although the taste is a thousand times, but after love and hate, it will become extremely barren, and it will be difficult to grow other things.

In this case, it wasn't until I recently read your masterpiece "The Condor Heroes" that a terrible enchantment in my heart shattered. It's not so much how much comfort your book has given me, and the power of Daigo's empowerment, but rather that maybe there is a providence in the dark, and you may be unintentional, or you must be unintentional, but it has helped me set an upper limit for love - sixteen years.

So, at the time of writing to you, I have resigned and left the city. And convinced, ready to get back on the road.

In a hurry, the idea is not good, and the writing is vulgar. Excuse me.

I wish you well.

May she be well.

PS:

This chapter is extremely tangled, because it was born from the true story of a little brother who prefers traditional martial arts and never reads online articles.

From junior high school to the present, he has been entangled for fifteen years, the girls have all got married and had babies, and he also sends birthday gifts on time every year and makes a thousand red envelopes......

Sincerely, sincerely...... I hope that in the sixteenth year, he will be able to be like Xiao Chen in the letter, understand thoroughly and let himself live!

Novels are just novels after all, people's lives are too long, you think that you won't meet love again when you are separated, but life always looks forward. Don't give up on love easily, and don't stop believing in love easily.

No matter what regrets and immaturity lie ahead, the important thing is that at the end of the story, you are happy......!