Wangjiang Garden is separated from the campus of T University by a river, the building is near the river, the scenery is beautiful, as the name suggests: Wangjiang Garden.

Lu Zichu hasn't been back for a long time.

Wu Nai and Lu Zichu are small and neighbors, and they bought properties elsewhere after work, and they rarely come back. That day, Wu Nai came back to get something, and just happened to see the postman who had nothing to do.

In a city, there are many people with the same name and surname.

The name Lu Zichu, regardless of age, there are several. The letters that came in the mail had only addresses and names, nothing else, not even phone numbers. It is indeed difficult for the postman to contact the recipient.

In just half a year, the mailbox was filled with letters.

On the day Lu Zichu came back to get the letter, Wu Nai was at home and beckoned him to come over for tea and sit.

There were about 20 letters, some of which looked bulging and inevitably took up space in the mailbox.

Lu Zichu took the letter into the house, looked at the English on the envelope, his eyes were confused, but his breathing was a little unsteady.

The English handwriting is the same, and the letters are from the same person.

The handwriting on the envelope did not belong to Ah Sheng, Lu Zichu laughed at himself, he was looking forward to it......

Wu Nai was curious, threw the drink to Lu Zichu, leaned over and looked at the letters, frowning slightly: "There are so many letters from the United States, who is it?" ”

Wu Nai and Lu Zichu grew up together since childhood, and the relationship is too familiar, and now seeing that Lu Zichu is a little interested, he spontaneously opened the earliest letter.

Not letterhead, but paper torn from a diary.

With just one glance, Wu Nai's face turned pale in an instant, his breathing was short, and a turbulent and fierce wave flashed in his calm eyes.

Wu Nai looked at Lu Zichu, his eyes were complicated, and he muttered in a lost voice: "It's Ah Sheng......"

Quiet, especially in the living room.

Lu Zichu was struck by lightning and lost all reactions, and the word "Ah Sheng" burned his nerves.

"Who?"

Lu Zichu's voice was suffocating, breathless, and he exhausted all his strength in just one sentence.

Wu Nai was also confused, "Ah Sheng, the letter was written to you by Gu Sheng." ”

The letter paper was delivered to Lu Zichu. It was too unexpected, and Lu Zichu's mind was blank.

It's Ah Sheng.

Those handwritings were once engraved in his bone marrow, so familiar, Lu Zichu's soul escaped from the mud between the bones, and his body was weightless in an instant.

……

May 2012, Ah Sheng.

Recently, the weather has been good and bad, and the sun is hidden in the fog. You know, I used to be very homely, but now I stay in my room every day, and no one bothers me to miss you, which is very good.

I live in the attic, and when I reach out the window, the sky is full of stars, as if I can reach it.

Zichu, can you also see the stars in Wangjiang Garden? The sky is so dark, the stars are so bright, and they are lying in the night sky to sleep peacefully.

I had a dream in which distance became an executioner, I was against you, and my emotions died in silence.

I don't know what the road is about, and I suddenly feel sad......