Chapter 52: The Communication of Souls
"Uncle Longlegs?" Lin Xiaomu muttered as he looked at the email content on the screen.
The time was close to one o'clock in the morning, Yu Yun had already entered a sweet dreamland, the whole world seemed to be quiet, making people's mood tend to be quiet, Lin Xiaomu turned down the brightness of the table lamp a little more, and it looked more soft and quiet.
She frowned slightly, her eyes stayed on the four words "Uncle Long Legs" for a long time, although she had already noticed that things had become a little strange, but she was still too big to pay attention to it, and she still innocently told her respected "Aunt Su" what was on her mind. However, today I learned that this "Aunt Su" was not the other "Aunt Su", and this time it was suddenly replaced by an uncle.
At this time, Lin Xiaomu had the images of various uncles in his mind. Is it a greasy uncle with bald hair who is in a mid-life crisis, or an uncle with a beard and a beard?
"Hello, Uncle Longlegs. When I received your letter, I was shocked to think that you were Aunt Su's son. It's been a pleasure to meet you and thank you very much for your help and care for me!"
Yan Sheng looked at her reply, a little excited in her heart, she didn't seem to resist his character as a "long-legged uncle".
"You said in your letter that I should not live up to God's gift to me, and I thought about it for a while, and I felt that you were right, and I really could not miss the love that I should have experienced in my life. All along, my family situation and the life I am now living here have caused me to fall into the quagmire of low self-esteem. ”
Unexpectedly, under her cold face, there is a sensitive and inferior heart hidden. He suddenly realized that the memories of Lin Xiaomu's tears in the past seemed to be a flood of letters, one by one to solve the mystery of bitterness, forbearance and stubbornness behind her.
It turned out that the blind date, many times when she was part-time and in the drunken and sober morning, he said about her earning money, had already touched the string of her fragile and inferiority complex.
"Hello, Xiao Mu, thank you for trusting me and confessing your true thoughts to me. What my uncle wants to tell you is that each of us is as small as a speck of dust in the vast universe, and we are so humble that we are at a loss. However, I know that you are the hardest working and most tenacious star in the universe, although you are not confident enough, but you have worked hard to release the most dazzling light and positive energy in yourself, one day, when you are ready, you will be confident and brave to meet the love and happiness you want. ”
She stared at the words from the mysterious long-legged uncle for a long time, like the sun in the cold winter, slowly melting the biting ice and warming everyone with a wounded heart.
She began to enjoy writing letters with Uncle Longlegs, and every time she confided her heart, it was like a soul exchange.
They keep in contact by letter two or three times a week. She would write a long content to him every time, because there were too many things on her mind that she wanted to share with him, and because that person would take the trouble to enlighten her, carefully analyze the pros and cons of things and the gains and losses of things, so that she could be enlightened and empowered.
His style of writing is sometimes humorous and chic, sometimes elegant and wise. What he expresses can always speak to her heart, and he will silently guide her to go in the right direction and stick to her beliefs.