"Love ......"

A voice of love came out, and after a while, only a sigh echoed through the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As the letters left for him were guessed, Portilia's hundreds of years of life experience and traces of growth slowly revealed in front of the end of the season, from the immaturity and innocence revealed in the initial letters, to the maturity and sophistication of handling things later.

Although there is no flowery rhetoric in each letter, it is just a homely chatter, and there is nowhere to describe it that can only be written in the letter, and it can only be left for your own careful thoughts.

But at the end of the season, from every letter, I read the thoughts and expectations from the other party.

I don't know when Portilia learned to play the piano because she wanted to play it for the end of the season.

At some point, Portilia learned how to make clothes, as she wanted the end of the season to wear the clothes she had made.

At some point, Portilia learned to draw because she wanted to draw all the seasons she remembered.

I don't know when it started......

It seems that this silly girl has learned a lot of things, but everything is inseparable from the end of the season, and the end of the season is everything to her.

"Finally, my grandfather, Alexander, has been taken captive, and I must save him!

Wait for me! I'll get him out and I'll be waiting for you to come back!" No matter how long you wait, I'll be waiting for you!

Love you Portilia! ”

This was Portilia's last letter.

After reading it, the silent Season End put the letters away, closed the boxes containing the letters, and put the boxes back on the shelves one by one.

Seven thousand five hundred and thirty-one, that's seven thousand five hundred and thirty-one letters!

Every letter, at the end of the season, was carefully read and carefully folded and put away.

Every time he reads a letter, his heart becomes warmer when it is heavier.

And when he finished reading, he was wrapped in these warmth and heaviness, as if he was about to suffocate, and every breath he exhaled, it became very simple and painful, until these heaviness and warmth were stored in the bottom of his heart and turned into intense heartache, he gasped twice violently, and calmed himself down again.

There were a few boxes left, and I opened them at the end of the season and looked at them.

It's all paintings, as well as some photographs.

The content of the painting is very simple, except for the end of the season herself, most of them are Portilia's paintings of a family of three, and very few are some landscape paintings.

He resembles him in the painting, so it's no wonder that Erica, who has never seen herself, recognizes herself.

And the painting of a family of three......

It's more like a family portrait, starting from the way she hugged Erica when she was a child, to the way Erica hugged herself and Portilia when she grew up.

These paintings seemed to be the happiest time in Portilea's mind, and she used her paintbrush to draw the picture in her mind little by little.

At the end of the season, he stretched out his hand to brush the painting, and he seemed to see Portilia holding a paintbrush, sitting in front of the easel, with a shallow smile, and depicting the picture of hope he longed for little by little, so quiet but so pitiful to him.

The paintings were unfolded at the end of the season, closed by him, and finally carefully packed up, put them in the box again, and returned to their place.

Eventually, he picked up a relatively small number of photographs and looked at the contents.

Most of the photos are mother and daughter, and only a few are some group photos, and the only people recognized at the end of the season are Jason and Alexander, and after seeing a full-body portrait at the end of the season, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

On the green grass, a woman in a white dress sat quietly against a large tree with white petals fluttering.

She has white and blonde hair, which is simply tied behind her head by a golden ribbon, and wears a beautiful flower headband on her head, which shows her femininity.

A few strands of naughty hair, which seemed to be blown up by the wind, fluttered on the face, but the person in the photo ignored it, but held a long knife in both hands, and looked into the distance with his unfocused golden eyes, as if he saw something, thin sword-like eyebrows, slightly provoked, inexplicably bringing a trace of domineering to the whole person, the shallow smile that appeared at the corner of the mouth, but brought a trace of tenderness to the whole person.

"Portilia ......" muttered at the end of the season, not putting the photo back, but without even thinking about it, it went straight to his personal space.

In the end, all that was left was the film reels, but when he looked at the old movie projector, he pressed his forehead, and he wouldn't use it.

At this moment, the door was closed for an unknown amount of time but someone pushed it open from the outside, and Ji Mo raised his head and nodded to the visitor, showing a gentle smile, it was Erica.

"I'm afraid you'll break these things!" Looking at the end of the season holding a film rec, but not knowing how to use it, Arya said coldly, walked straight to the end of the season, snatched it from the end of the season, turned on the projector and the projection screen in front of it, and turned off the lights in the room.

Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of a projector turning and a vivid picture appeared on the projection screen.

"My dear Mo, do you see me? Hee-hee, this thing is called a movie, it's an amazing thing, how about it, isn't it amazing! ”

After a smug laugh, Portilia left the picture, and it took more than half a minute before she pulled a man and ran over.

Domineering pressed her daughter, Portilia pressed it in front of the camera, with a smile, her slender eyebrows were gently raised, like a queen who could not be resisted, and ordered: "Erica, you and your father have a few words!" ”。

In the picture, Erica pursed her lips and twisted her head to the side, but Portilia twitched the corners of her mouth, grabbed her daughter's face roughly, twisted it right, and slowly said the two words with a gentle but cold face from her mouth.

"Obedient ......"

Crunch! Erica stiffened, quickly turned her head, squeezed out an ugly smile, her eyes flashed with a strange look, and shouted loudly: "Dad, hurry up and take care of you crazy woman, it's been so long, I'm going to be oppressed to death!" ”。

"Dead girl!" Portilia laughed and scolded and let go of Erica, but Erica directly put her face in front of the camera, completely blocking the camera, and said loudly: "Come back quickly, an old woman who has been a nymphomaniac for more than 500 years is waiting for you, come back quickly......".

Speaking of this, Erica's voice dropped rapidly, and a pair of black eyes in front of the camera also became blurred, and she whispered: "I also want to see if you are as perfect as she said, but I think my Erica's father should be the best man in the world, although I have never really met you ......."

"When are you coming back? We really miss you, Daddy......"