"A letter?"

I finally came back from that strange world, but I had the illusion that I was about to fall into it again. It's also strange to say, when the old man talked about this letter, Ye Jiahe's eyes obviously dodged, could it be that this matter has something to do with her?

"Yes, a strange letter." The old man struggled to stand up, trying to sit up. Ye Jiahe hurriedly went over and picked up a pillow and put it behind his back. Once he had sat down, the old man began to recount something he had never told anyone about.

Jiahe's mother passed away on January 11, 2011, which happened to be the Laba Festival. I clearly remember that on the night of the 10th, Xiao Yu also prepared the rice and beans for cooking porridge the next day, all soaked in water in advance, so that it would be more convenient to make porridge the next day. When the genius was bright, she said that she felt sick to her stomach, and I didn't think she looked like an ordinary stomach disease, so I called Jiahe and asked her to drive Xiaoyu to the hospital. ”

"Yes, I sent it." Ye Jiahe on the side nodded and said, "I felt cold at the time, so I didn't agree to let my father go to the hospital with me, but it turned out to be ......."

"As a result, I was like this, and I didn't even see the last side of Xiaoyu." Uncle Ye sighed and said regretfully. "After learning the news of Xiaoyu's death, my first reaction was not to go to the hospital, but to sit at home for a day, not wanting to do anything or eat. In the evening, I suddenly smelled the fragrance, which came from the rice cooker in the kitchen, and I remembered that Xiao Yu had set the time for it when he went out. So, I quietly ate all the laba porridge in the rice cooker alone, crying while eating, and finally couldn't hold back. ”

The old man said this, his eyes filled with tears again.

"Then there's the funeral and stuff like that, it's all the process. After this qiē, I found that I still couldn't accept the fact that Xiao Yu left me, and on April 1, I wrote a suicide note, preparing to eat up all the sleeping pills left by Xiao Yu and go to heaven to find her. ”

"Dad! What did you say! Ye Jiahe obviously didn't know that there was such a thing, and he looked surprised and sad.

"Jiahe, it's all over, I'm not okay." Uncle Ye waved his hand at her, "What I want to say is not this, it is the next thing." ”

He took a sip of tea and continued, "I'm going to clip the suicide note to the door frame so that others can find my body after I die. But when I opened the door, there was an envelope lying in the doorway, and the person to whom it was written was myself. ”

****

I understand the pain of losing a loved one and hope it can help you.

Don't kill yourself.

****

These words were written on the back of the envelope. I wondered how anyone knew I was going to kill myself. With skepticism, I took it home and opened the envelope, which contained a brand new blank envelope, a small bag, and a handwritten letter. The letter contained some details of my life with He Yu, lamenting the pain of losing my beloved, and finally, he said that as long as I provided something, He Yu could return to me. Thinking about it now, this is really ridiculous, but at that time, I was like a demon, and I had the urge to do what was written in the letter. I left the letter at home for several days, and I was hesitant all the time. In the end, I decided to give it a try. ”

"The letter said that the deceased needed one thing that he had kept in his hand during his lifetime, and ten of her hairs. The first thing that comes to my mind is the lotus leaf ring. Originally, I wanted to put this ring in Xiaoyu's urn, but in order to keep a memory, I stayed by my side. If I just take it out, if the other party is a liar, I may never come back. Thinking so, I delayed for a few more days. Finally, after thinking about it all night, I made up my mind to ask Xiaoyu to come back! Anyway, she's gone, so what's the use of me keeping a pair of rings by myself? So, I prepared the ring, collected ten hairs from the comb that Xiao Yu had used before her death, and put them into the small bag that enclosed the letter, according to the method written in the letter, and put the bag in the envelope he had provided, and laid it on the carpet at the door before going to bed at night. ”

"Who's that recipient? And where is the address? I asked.

"You don't need to write anything." Uncle Ye shook his head, "Just put things in." The next morning, just after dawn, I eagerly opened the door and found that the letter was missing. ”

Speaking of which, I can't help but feel that this thing has become a little strange. Although the death of Uncle Ye's wife is a public matter, if you can know about him and He Yu's affairs in such detail, and you can know that he has suicidal thoughts, he can only be the closest person around. Could it be that the person who wrote this letter was Ye Jiahe?

I couldn't help but look up at this woman. Under the delicate makeup, there is a slightly charming but shrewd and capable face, and the dress is also carefully matched, making the whole person look very young, and he looks thirty-five years old at most. There have been more or less gossip reports about her, saying that she is getting older and less concerned about her life's events, and there are also speculations that she likes women because she is beautiful but has never looked for a boyfriend. In short, everyone has a strong interest in her private life. She didn't seem to understand Ye Deting's story, and kept frowning, making people wonder what she thought. But my instincts told me that she must have known some secret that no one else knew.

After the old man's letter was gone, he waited for a miracle to appear. After waiting like this for more than a week, life is still no different from before. He suddenly felt that he had been deceived, and regretted that he was too impulsive and too easy to trust others, and that he had lost something important. However, he gave up committing suicide, gave the remaining lotus leaf ring to Ye Jiahe, and continued to live alone. Of course, he angrily threw away the handwritten letter.

Things should have ended at this point, but I didn't expect that on January 11, 2014, Uncle Ye inexplicably began to fall into a coma.

Uncle Ye himself is not very clear about this part of the matter. In order to keep his widowed father from being too sad, Ye Jiahe would send an assistant to visit or call himself every day to inquire about his father's daily life. On the 11th, because she hadn't called in person for more than a week, she couldn't wait to call in the evening, but no one answered on the other end of the phone. She thought her father had gone to bed early, and she didn't take it to heart. When there was still no one answering the call the next day, she began to worry, and called several times in a row at different points in time, but no one answered. She hurriedly went to Uncle Ye's house with her assistant to check the situation, and after knocking on the door for a while and no one answered, she opened the door with a spare key. At this time, Uncle Ye had been lying in bed in a coma for a day.

"That's what happened before. Dad, at that time, the hospital said that there was nothing abnormal in your body, and the biggest possibility was that there was a brain lesion, but it could not be detected. I didn't give up, and I changed several hospitals, all of which were the result. Finally, I'll send you here. ”

The two of them finally sorted out the cause and effect of the matter, and although the mysterious letter is still an unsolved mystery, it should have nothing to do with me in the future.

Finally, Ye Jiahe once again expressed his gratitude to me and promised to publish the interview in our journal. Although I think there is something wrong with Ye Jiahe, and her ability to accept this absurd story is beyond my imagination, I am still glad that I have been busy for so long and won the right to publish it.

After we came out, everyone gossiped about what I talked to them about inside, and Sister Zui was even more nervous, and asked me if I was making Ye Jiahe angry. I made an OK gesture to her and told her that we had won, and she immediately hugged me happily and shouted in a loud voice: "I just said that Xiao Wu is the most promising!" ”

The filming and interviews in the afternoon went very smoothly, and everyone cooperated very well. We changed the title of the interview from "Caring entrepreneur takes care of sick father for more than a year" to "Female entrepreneur insists on taking care of her sick father for many years, and she wakes up her comatose sick father movingly". That's right, this sensational manuscript was written by me, although it is very bosom feeling, but it is still very useful to the public.

After a busy day, it's finally time for a day off. When I finished work, I suddenly remembered that I wanted to talk to Qin Chuyi about dinner in the evening, so I took out my mobile phone and prepared to send him a text message. Unexpectedly, an unread letter had popped up in front of my eyes.

"Sample, come to Shangda Hotel to find me after work." -- Qin Chuyi

"Neurotic, is it necessary to go to the hotel to meet ==" - me

"I'm serious, there's something. You try to come over as early as possible, and leave the rest of the matter behind. - Qin Chuyi

Seeing him do that, I started to get a little nervous. Because when we were classmates in elementary school, we would sometimes pass small notes in class. The kid liked to joke with me the most, and always told me that the teacher was here when I passed the note. Timid, I was scared enough by him every time. Over time, I turned a blind eye to his "wolf" jokes. But there is one sentence that I always remember, because as long as he says that, the teacher must be really coming. The phrase is: I'm serious.

I glanced at the time, and it was half past three in the afternoon. Shangda Hotel is in the southernmost part of the new city center of N City, if you take the subway to the city center now, and then take a taxi to the city, then when you arrive at the hotel, you will definitely be close to the meal, and the dinner promised Sister Mouth may be in the soup, and my work may be in the soup. If you had called directly from here, you might have been able to arrive earlier. But here is far from the city, you can't see a taxi, let alone taxi software, even in the city center is full of cars, no driver is willing to send guests to Xiaoyao Mountain, back to a trip even the fuel is not enough.

Just as I was struggling, a black Cadillac pulled up in front of me. The driver, wearing black sunglasses in the driver's window, said to me, "Miss Wu, please get in the car." ”