A bunch of unrighteous people!

Yuan Ruolan shouted in her heart, she didn't dare to take a step closer to the entrance of the cave, she looked at Ouyang Zheng, and the emotion in her heart was like boiling water, churning and gushing, and the words of gratitude were about to blurt out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ouyang Zheng said indifferently: "I can't be too far away from you. ”

He didn't stay because he was afraid of heights.

The boiling blood immediately cooled down and dropped to freezing, and she suddenly felt that she was too venomous, so she was retributed, and secretly promised in her heart that she would be kind to them in the future. However, she has always made unspoken promises, so this is purely self-comforting.

"Let's go." Ouyang Zheng stepped forward to take her hand, but she shook her away. She took a small step forward, then froze in place, reason telling her that she had to jump, but she couldn't move on either leg.

"Ugh." Ouyang Zai sighed, and said in his heart: You little fool, don't you understand me if I say it another way? Then he resigned himself to his fate, grabbed her cold hand and dragged it forward, pulling out two marks on the ground at once.

"Ahhh Don't! "Yuan Ruolan wanted to struggle but was powerless, so she could only keep screaming to relieve her accelerating heartbeat." Father, Mother, Queen Mother, Jade Emperor, Jesus Mary, ......"

When she approached the entrance of the cave, she simply closed her eyes and muttered about the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, whether it was the West or the East.

Ouyang Zai muttered in a low voice: "Temporary cramming." ”

"It's not fast, it's light!" Yuan Ruolan shouted.

The two finally jumped down before the entrance of the cave was completely closed, and Yuan Ruolan fainted again in Ouyang Zheng's arms.

He couldn't help but wonder how scared she really was.

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Fear is normal for people, some people are afraid of heights, some people are afraid of water, and some people are afraid of ghosts...... What people are most afraid of is probably the truth, because truth is always accompanied by cruelty; With the self that you don't want to face the most.

When Qinyu asked questions about the story, the old man really realized that this was the case, but he didn't say it, he still wanted to keep that little, what is it? Maybe it's a little beauty, maybe it's a little dignity, maybe it's a little hope, in short, it's an emotion that even he can't explain. That's why he never checked if the mailing address was real.

In his thirties, he fell in love at first sight with an unknown girl, and when that girl came to him, his cells were burning and restless. And when she playfully said:

"Hey, comrade reporter, there is no professional ethics in secretly taking pictures."

Every cell of his exploded.

"Comrade, professionally speaking, this is a snap." He no longer cared about his tone, his tone, etc., and he prayed with all his heart that the conversation would be longer, longer.

The girl giggled, and then said, "Comrade, as one of the subjects of your capture, can I ask for a photo?" ”

"Of course!" He was a little excited, "But I have to wait until I wash it out." ”

"Okay!" The girl smiled even more happily, "Pull the hook." After saying that, he stretched out his little finger.

He rubbed his hand against his clothes, and then gently took her hand, and an electric current ran through his body, activating every cell, and he felt himself move from the tips of his hair to his toes.

"The hook is hanging for a hundred years." The sweet smile was so deep in his heart that it could never be erased.

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"It's ridiculous, it's in my thirties, but I can't forget a teenage girl. At that time, unlike now, the age gap was an insurmountable chasm, but I still couldn't help it, and sent photos and letters according to the address I asked, until one day the letter was returned by the post office, and the postman told me that the city was rebuilt, and the address no longer existed, and at the same time returned the letter sent before, which was said to have been requested by the person who lived there before, saying that there were always strange letters sent and I didn't know what to do with it. He paused, and waited for the little couple passing by to leave.

"I asked the postman about it, but he didn't know much. The letters were opened, and I thought that at least she had received my affection, and I was very happy to see that she had kept the letters and photos very well. Now that she thinks about it, she probably never received those letters at all. I really don't know what I've accomplished over the years, I haven't done anything at work, I haven't started a family, I have no children and no daughters. This kind of life is too much of a failure. ”

Kotoyu actually wanted to tell him that the girl was not as good as he thought, and that her casual nonsense address had trapped a person's whole life, and she didn't know it at all, although she didn't mean to.

"But it's the same now." The old man smiled sadly, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to get anything out of this, it's just ......" He paused for a moment, probably thinking about how to phrase it. "I just want to miss that pure love."

Kototama decided to say something anyway, knowing that if she didn't, it would be even more uncomfortable.

"Actually, she knows those letters."

"Really?" The old man's eyes lit up again, and then darkened again. "You don't have to comfort me."

"It's true, the address she gave you is from the neighbor's, she didn't think you would actually send a photo over, the neighbor has always given her the letter. It's just that, as you said, in those days, such emotions would not be allowed at home, so she never dared to reply to the letter, and after moving, it was gone. ”

"No, you lied to me."

When she saw the tears in the corners of the old man's eyes, she felt bad in her heart, but the lie continued.

"The content of your first letter was, Dear Miss Anonymous: the photo has been washed out, and I hope you will like it. The second letter is, Dear Miss Anonymous: The previous photo was flawed, and I washed it again. The third letter is, Dear Miss Anonymous: Your photo has appeared in the newspaper, and I need to pay you the corresponding thank you fee. The fourth letter, the respected Miss Anonymous: Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. Forgive me for being abrupt, and I hope you have time to meet me, right where we first met......"

"She, do you remember?" The old man interrupted her, crying silently.

"Yes."

"Good, good, good." The old man got up, "Go back." He pulled out a handkerchief, wiped away his tears, smiled at her, and in a trance, she saw the energetic man with the camera again. Thank you for coming. ”

His back staggered, but he was much lighter than when he came.

Kotoyu didn't know if it was right for her to do this, but this confession, which was decades late, was so heavy that she didn't care if it was against the principle of intruding on other people's memories without permission.

In fact, her lies are full of loopholes, except for the content of the letter.

But as long as he believes it, it's good.

Kototama stood up and prepared to leave, when Granny Koto and Motoya appeared.

Mother-in-law, it's you.

Qin Yu smiled: "I'll help." (To be continued.) )