Lin Cha put the phone back on the landline and looked at the wall behind the sofa, there was a big clock hanging on the beige wall, this clock was brought by He Haifeng from his hometown, he was used to watching this clock since he was a child, and felt that nothing else was practical and accurate, Liu Jie knew his lover's temperament, and he could only cry and laugh.

The square wooden frame, I don't know what material, the color is brownish-red, it looks like a certain year, and there is a circular clock in the middle of the frame, a circular outer ring

It is also wooden, and the hour hand inside is close to the number 11. Lin Cha now looks at the clock and feels very kind.

It's 11 o'clock, and it's time to prepare lunch. Before living at his uncle and aunt's house, Lin Cha couldn't cook. The He family didn't treat her badly at all, but Liu Jie was usually busy at school, not to mention He Haifeng, his limbs were not diligent, he didn't distinguish between grains, and he was dedicated to studying mathematics, not to mention that he was also a resident guest of the school, and cooking was too far away for him.

At the beginning, Lin Cha just wanted to wait for her mother to come back, and she was a little reluctant to go to school, He Shen accompanied her whenever she was free, and also tried to cook for the steps. However, Lin Cha slowly became interested in cooking, she heated the pan, added oil, stirred green onions, and put them in the pot. He Shen liked to coax her at first and praised her as a super invincible little chef in the universe.

Although she doesn't know how to make big hard dishes now, most of the home-cooked dishes are not a problem for Lin Cha.

She simply made lo mein with chicken, scallops, and baby cabbage, and ate two bowls with a face, not to mention how happy she was. Lin Cha is a little girl who is easy to satisfy, and the taste of this fresh fragrance seems to be a century away for her, and now it is on the tip of her tongue, and there is a sense of happiness on her soft face, which makes people want to pinch it when they see it.

Packed up, back to the room, the unopened letter lay quietly on the desk, she stepped forward, gently picked it up, thin white fingers tore open the top of the triangle glued, and took out the letter inside. The whole letter paper is also pink, with a faint fragrance, with a light cherry blossom pattern printed on the four sides, and in the middle is written in English with a fountain pen.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time， love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers， shared in the same.

Shy sweetness of meeting， the same distressful tears of farewell–

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet， it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy， universal sorrow， universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours–

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Although Ms. Su Mian is a housewife, she is elegant and self-contained, majoring in foreign languages in college, but she is Lin Cha's foreign language enlightenment teacher, proficient in English and French. likes to read some original Chinese and foreign literature, usually when Lin Dashan reads financial magazines on the balcony at home, he is quiet to accompany him to read books and add tea. Occasionally, he would read a paragraph of English or French to Lin Cha, and share the fun with Xiao Yuer with a smile.

Lin Dashan is a crazy demon who spoils his wife, and the study room at home has opened up two large book walls, and the bookshelves are completely connected to the wall to meet Ms. Su Mian's daily pastime.

After Lin Cha went to school, her English went to the next level, and it became a strong point. She immediately understood the new content, which is one of the passages of Tagore's love poem "Love Knows No Limit", which is translated in Chinese:

You and I have drifted here from the eternal river of time

Listen to the stories of love that time tells.

We have rubbed shoulders with thousands of lovers and shared the same

The shy sweetness when we meet, and the tears that we don't want to give up when we say goodbye......

But love will always be resurrected again, eternally.

It's piled up at your feet again today, and it can't give you any more feelings,

The love of all people has become a thing of the past and an eternity

The joys, sorrows, and life of the universe,

All the memories of love will come together as one.

And the ballads of every poet have become a thing of the past and eternity.

She looked down, and it was ----- Chu Zhuoran.

Chu Zhuoran? Which Chu Zhuoran? Lin Cha didn't know many people who were familiar with him, and now he didn't have much of an impression.

Put it away first, find the right person, and think of a reasonable way to return it.