On this day, Wang Hongju sat in the office and bowed his head to write, and Lin Nanhui walked in after knocking on the door a few times. He happily put a letter on Wang Hongju's desk and said, "Principal Wang, I have your letter!" ”

Wang Hong raised his head and said, "Oh, I know, you can put it here, I'll read it after I'm done." ”

Lin Nanhui reminded: "This is a letter from Beijing. ”

Wang Hongju said happily: "Oh, great! It must have been a letter from my father. He put down his pen and picked up the letter that had been placed on the table. When his eyes came into contact with the envelope, the delicate handwriting on the envelope made his heart beat rapidly.

"Lao Lin, I've been in drought for a long time and it's raining in spring, Huang Tingting finally wrote to me!" Wang Hongju was so happy, he jumped up from the chair all of a sudden, hummed the rhythm of "bang-chirp, bang-chirp" in the office and turned a cheerful waltz in the office, stunned Lin Nanhui who was standing aside.

Lin Nanhui asked suspiciously: "Principal Wang, you haven't read this letter, how do you know that this is a letter written to you by Huang Tingting?" ”

Wang Hongju was still spinning his dance steps, and he said proudly: "Let me tell you, I know Huang Tingting's words, I can't be wrong, this letter was written by her!" ”

Lin Nanhui begged: "Principal Wang, read the letter to me, I also want to know what she wrote to you." ”

"Lao Lin, you are in the way of me, you can go, I want to read the letter alone." Wang Hongju stopped dancing and pushed Lin Nanhui out the door.

"Hey! Hello things are exclusive to yourself, it's really not enough friends! Lin Nanhui walked away.

After Lin Nanhui left, Wang Hongju couldn't wait to open the letter, looking at the familiar font in the letter, Huang Tingting's voice and smile seemed to appear in front of him, and his hand holding the letter shook involuntarily.

Huang Tingting wrote in the letter: Dear Hongju, hello! At this time, I don't know if it's appropriate to call you dear by the word dear, so let's call you dear for the time being, please don't be surprised.

It's been nearly three years since you and I parted. During this time, how are you doing in a foreign country? I've been thinking about you since you and I broke up, and my parents have been talking about you a lot. I'll say hello to you on their behalf.

In the past few years, I wanted to reconnect with you, and I wanted to write to you many times, but I felt that you would not forgive me, so I put down the pen. I was longing for your letters, but I also knew that with your character, you would not write to me. It is with great courage that I am writing this letter to you today. In this letter, I want to open my heart to you that has been closed for many years, and perhaps after reading this letter you will change your opinion of me.

Hongju, when I put pen to paper this time. The last time we met in my mind's mind: in the winter when Beijing had just been liberated, on the shores of the beautiful Shichahai Sea, you expressed your love to me, but I rejected you at that time. Although the reason for my refusal is very tactful, in fact, you know that what I said is some prevarication, and the result is like I splashing a basin of cold water on your fiery heart, which is unacceptable to you! In your eyes, I may be a ruthless woman who doesn't know how to love, and it is I who stabbed your self-esteem. I know that with your haughty personality you will not beg me to give you the charity of love, and you will resolutely leave me. You're probably still mad at me today. But you know what? I didn't feel good about rejecting your courtship, and I couldn't sleep for several days and nights, and I regretted that I didn't show my heart to you at that time. So that you have a misunderstanding of me.

Hongju, do you remember our unforgettable time on campus? At that time, we walked side by side on the shore of Weiming Lake and talked freely about our ideals in life, we used to secretly read Marxist-Leninist books together in the book club, and we also took to the streets together to demonstrate and shout angrily against the reactionary regime. We pretended to be couples and put up slogans and flyers in the dark night. At that time, you were a handsome and promising young talent in my eyes, with a down-to-earth personality and an open mind. I am deeply attracted by the romantic temperament of a poet, and I also think of you as the prince charming in my heart like other girls.

I remember having a beautiful dream: one morning, a handsome prince rode a tall white horse from where the sun was rising, and behind him was a beautiful rainbow. The prince came to my side and stopped, and he gently asked me if I would like to be his wife, and I replied that I would, and the prince asked me if I would like to follow him to a place that was both distant and mysterious, and I nodded, and a big smile appeared on the prince's face. The prince gently carried me to the horse, and as soon as he raised his whip, the white horse immediately gave birth to a pair of wings, and stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, and carried us high in the sky. In the sky the prince told me to close my eyes, and when he opened my eyes, a beautiful and magical castle appeared at our feet, and the prince pointed to the castle and proudly said to me that it was our home.

The prince gave up everything in the world for me, and the two of us lived happily in this castle, and we saved many children, and we lived many years old. I still remember this beautiful dream vividly to this day, and the handsome Prince Charming in the dream is your incarnation! But it's a pity that my love for you can only appear in beautiful dreams, and in reality I can't raise my appreciation for you to the height of love. I tried to fall in love with you, and I did, but I couldn't make you my true lover.

I couldn't love you at that time not because you weren't good, not because you didn't meet my criteria for choosing a mate, but because there was a man as good as you who had firmly occupied my heart before you. This man is my father's adopted son, my elder brother Dawei.

Dawei and I can be said to be childhood sweethearts, and we have the same interests and common ideals as adults, so we fell in love. We are not only brothers and sisters, lovers, but also revolutionary comrades. We love each other so much that we both regard each other as half of our lives, and we have vowed to live and die together for the rest of our lives. However, our love did not end well, and Vivigo died heroically after being captured by secret agents during a secret mission. The death of Viggo was so devastating to me that I was so devastated by the news of this bad experience that I even had the idea of going with him. Later, with the constant persuasion of my parents and the passage of time, I gradually came out of my grief. But my brother's figure did not disappear in my heart, but he occupied my heart more firmly, and I solemnly swore to his portrait: I wish to guard him for the rest of my life.

Since I met you, I have been strongly attracted by your handsome appearance and upright character, and as a young woman, I cannot but feel a love for you. I have made a painful choice between you and my brother. I tried to take his place with you, but my brother's place in my heart was too strong, and you couldn't squeeze him out of my heart. And I feel that if I accept your love, it will be a betrayal of my brother! in order to

Hongju, what I said above is the reason why I love you deeply but I have never been able to accept you. I didn't reveal my heart to you at that time because my brother's death was an indelible shadow in my heart, I thought that I was a revolutionary and always maintained the image of a strong woman, I didn't want to mention or let others know about my sadness, and I didn't want to show my weak side in front of others, and now I think that it would be stupid for me to do that, not only to hurt others but also to hurt myself.

My parents once taught me that the dead are gone and cannot be resurrected, and that the living have to move on with their lives. If you are caught up in the remembrance of the deceased and cannot extricate yourself, you will not have a bright future. From now on, I will re-examine the meaning of love and bravely pursue a new love life. When an object is around you, you don't know how to cherish it, when you lose it, you know its preciousness, for the relationship between you and me, how can I not be the same! Now that I think of these philosophical words, I am deeply ashamed!

Hongju, although I have rejected you, I feel that I have not lost you. You may be far away, but I believe you will still love me as much as you did before. You must often miss me, miss me, dream of me, and you must be silently waiting for my call of love. If you fail love, love will fail you, so love can't be buried in the bottom of your heart. If there is love, you have to shout it out loud. Now I finally understand it! If I shout to you loudly: Hongju, I love you! Can you still accept me?

Of course, maybe you don't love me anymore, maybe you already have a beloved girl. If that's the case, I'll be self-inflicted! But I will still bless you from the bottom of my heart, and even more so bless that happy girl! Although that's what I'm saying, if that's true. This cup of bitter wine of love is also brewed by myself, and I can only drink it alone.

I felt relieved when I finished writing this letter, which happened to be the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year. I opened the curtain and looked out, a ray of morning light appeared in the east, and the sound of firecrackers to welcome the New Year crackled again. I hope that when the New Year comes, you and I can also release our old suspicions!

Uncle Wang and Uncle Feng came to my house before the Spring Festival this year, and they were very good physically and mentally, and my mother cooked a sumptuous meal for them. My father and his brother drank and chatted happily, and drank up two bottles of liquor and a table of food! I was very moved to see the deep friendship between them, and at the same time, I also thought, apart from the love between men and women, how can the revolutionary friendship between us be easily abandoned?

In addition, your mailing address was given to me by Uncle Wang, and I have great respect for these elders, and it is with their encouragement that I have the courage to write this letter to you.

Well, that's all for the letter, and I hope to hear from you.

I wish you success in your work, self-motivation, good health, and a happy life!

Best regards!

Tingting

X/X/1952

The boy didn't flick when he had tears, just because he didn't get to the sad place, Huang Tingting's heartfelt confession touched the most vulnerable place in Wang Hongju's feelings, and Wang Hongju's eyes were blurred after reading the letter. He remembered a foreign novel he had read "The Stranger Right Next to You", and to a certain extent, he thought that Huang Tingting, who he knew very well, was a stranger living by his side. After reading this sincere letter, Wang Hongju understood Huang Tingting. Huang Tingting, whom he once idolized, is an ordinary woman in life, and her resolute and capable appearance is wrapped in a sentimental heart; She longs for the beautiful scenery of spring flowers and autumn moons, and she also has tears and sorrows; She has a strong personality, but she is very soft at heart; Her attitude towards life is positive and optimistic, in fact, she hides her painful and sad side deeply; Her rejection of love is not that she doesn't need love, but that she is immersed in the love that has passed away.

Wang Hongju regretted that he did not understand Huang Tingting's inner world after being frustrated, but chose to run away without saying hello, and just wanted to wait for the other party to make an emotional surrender to him in a way like waiting for a rabbit. What is it that makes oneself so arrogant, narrow-minded, and bigoted? Is this my understanding of love?

After reading the letter, Wang Hongju, who was full of heart, took out the pen that Huang Tingting gave him and wrote her a reply. But after he finished writing the letter, he felt that his expression of feelings was inaccurate and inadequate, so he tore up the letter and rewrote it, and so on several times before writing the letter. (To be continued......)