Bai Ling hugged Fang Ming's portrait and couldn't help but fall into memory.

Memories are full of sweetness, memories are full of bitterness, and the past events are still fresh and vivid.

It has been eight days since her husband Fang Ming died. As soon as Bai Ling closed her eyes, she felt Fang Ming standing beside her. The more this is the case, the more deeply I fall into the longing for my husband. She thought of her acquaintance with her husband Fang Ming, their wedding night, and Fang Ming's many stories. Fang Ming's story hooked her memories of a bitter childhood. Now, she suddenly understood the purpose of those stories, the secrets and shame hidden in her heart, although she didn't mention a word, in fact, her husband had already understood, he hoped that he would come out of the shadows, he didn't dislike himself but really loved himself......

She patted her head from time to time: "I'm so stupid, husband, I love you, I miss you." ”

As long as Bai Ling was left alone in this family, whether she was sitting or standing, whether it was in the bedroom or in the living room, in every corner of the family, she felt that Fang Ming was by her side, hugging her tightly. At this time, Bai Ling often opened her teary eyes and patrolled left and right for a week, she really wanted her husband to stand by her side......

In this warm home, Fang Ming joked more than once: "White peony, zero mother." We will always be a two-person world. Although it is a two-person world and a loving husband and wife, it is not necessarily possible for the two to stay together every day. Because of the different workplaces and the different nature of the work, there will be times when we can't reach it. If I'm away from home and need to stay for a while because of work, then you're alone in this family. Do you feel a sense of loneliness? As long as you do it in a good way, as long as you do it well and make it home, even if you don't have me at home, you will feel my existence. You won't feel lonely. ”

Bai Ling didn't agree with Fang Ming's statement at first, she felt that Fang Ming held herself too high, but she still did what Fang Ming said. After satisfying Fang Ming's mental requirements, he also benefited from it and enjoyed endless joy.

Now, all of this is yesterday, a haunting past. Today, Bai Ling does have the feeling that Fang Ming said: although she is the only one at home, she always feels that Fang Ming is by her side, and Fang Ming is present in every corner of the family. Fang Ming had said what she had said jokingly, but now she had a personal experience.

Is my husband a prophet or prescient? Bai Ling will never understand.

The things in Fang Ming's room, except for the diary and a large number of manuscripts he wrote, which had been sorted out and preserved, everything was still as it was. Even the wooden chair in front of the desk maintains the original distance and angle. Bai Ling couldn't bear to move any of the items. She felt that her husband Fang Ming had gone to work again, and he would return here at night to read, write, and rest.

The more Bai Ling missed Fang Ming, the more she saw her own shortcomings. She is now like a censor, re-reading old cases and examining her past self. Why was I so stupid at that time, and my heart was so insensitive, like a stone man? Fang Ming's departure has to bear a lot of responsibility. If Fang Ming was murdered, then he was an accomplice to the abuse.

The husband and wife retired and were called braces. Everyone else is enjoying life to the fullest, reliving the night of candles in the cave room, and re-walking the road of youth. But he kicked his husband Fang Ming out of the house and forced him to work. Enlightened, Bai Ling felt regret and guilt. Now, she can't face her husband Daoqian and say sorry. I had to look at things and think about people in Fang Ming's room, and tell my heart.

Fang Ming slept in a small double bed. It is said that it is small because it is narrower, and when two people sleep together, they must be very close to each other, no wonder people call it a couple's bed. In this couple's bed, Fang Ming lives a single life, which is incredible to outsiders.

A crisp white sheet spread flat on the bed. The two quilts were stacked squarely on top of each other. Place it at one end of the bed at a 45-degree angle to the bed. Two rectangular pillows are stacked on top of the quilt.

It's all a single dorm layout. How familiar this pattern is, I have lived in such a dormitory for eight years.

Bai Ling was suddenly stunned: she began to re-examine the room, looking at the bed where Fang Ming slept. When did Fang Ming start living like this? It's not like I haven't entered this room, why haven't I found such a layout? Why turn a blind eye to this layout? Why didn't he put the quilt in the big cabinet?

Bai Ling felt that everything in the room was open to her.

The pillow said, "Mistress, we haven't kissed in the same bed for a long time. ”

The quilt said, "Mistress, we haven't hugged tightly for a long time. ”

The mirror on the wall said, "Take a look, do you see that you are still the same as you used to be......

Bai Ling seemed to hear Fang Ming's confession: "White Peony, take a look, my quilts are paired, the pillows are paired, and the bed can sleep two people, but I, the man who married his wife, is a single man and lives a single life......"

Bai Ling's tears welled up. It was as if there was an echo in the room: Are you a married woman? Have you fulfilled your duties and obligations as a wife? Have you ever been considerate of your close lover?

Bai Ling knew that she was hallucinating, but silence was better than sound at this time. It seemed that the air in this room was all about Fang Ming. Bai Ling couldn't face this reality, she reached out and grabbed the two pillows where Fang Ming was sleeping, grabbed them, and hugged them tightly in her arms. It's like trying to soothe yourself a little.

"Husband, I failed your ......"

Suddenly, Bai Ling felt a hard object in her pillow pressing against her towering chest. That feeling is like the night of the cave house, and my husband sent a loving hand......

Bai Ling hurriedly opened the zipper of the pillow.

At this moment, she seemed to hear her husband Fang Ming whispering in her ear and saying, "White Peony, be careful, don't break it for me." ”

She felt that her husband was standing behind her. She couldn't help but look back.

There is no second person in this room. There is no second person in this family either. Again, this is an illusion.

It is a cardboard box only 32 carat in size, inch thick, tied with a red silk cross. There is also a big bow on the front.

Open the bow and see a line of bold black text written underneath: "Ten Minutes Gift".

Underneath this line of words, there is also a line of small letters, written in official script: "Valid for three years." Sealed in X years X has X days. ”

Bai Ling looked at the wall calendar on the wall, which had just passed the expiration date for three days. She couldn't wait to hurriedly unwrap the gift box. There's also a layer of packaging inside.

The doctor once said: Fang Ming must thoroughly understand his condition, at least for more than three years. It seems that this gift box was left by Fang Ming after he knew about his condition. He was ready to "go" and wait for the arrival of death at any time; Always ready to go on a date with the Grim Reaper. As his wife and intimate lover, he didn't even realize it.

Removing the layers of packaging, the box was finally opened. In front of Bai Ling was a purple notebook. It is slightly smaller than the 32-folio, almost 3 centimeters thick. It was still sealed in a clear white plastic sheet, as if it had just been bought from a stationery store.

Through the white transparent plastic paper, a white note is seen. There are a few lines of small print written on it. It was Fang Ming's commonly used handwriting, and the handwriting was smooth and in one go.

"During the validity period, you only have ten minutes of reading time, and after the expiration date, I'm afraid you won't have this time, and the content will not be complete, maybe you won't see anything."

Bai Ling hurriedly opened the first page.

The handwriting has become very faint and light, to a light gray, like the background of a painting, and the handwriting has become blurry and illegible.

"Ling".

Just this first word made Bai Ling feel heavy in her heart. Usually, my husband calls himself "white peony". It's an intimacy, it's a deep love. Only when encountering major events and serious things, will my husband call himself "Ling".

"Ling, when you can barely make out these handwritings, I believe we have said goodbye forever. I've been in another world for a short time. When you can't read the handwriting, it means that I have been gone for too long. ”

"Ling, you are the only one in my mind, the most beautiful and beautiful white peony. Ever since we held hands, I haven't had a second woman in my mind.

"It is often said that two people are lucky enough to walk together and form a family. Men often know much more about women than women know about men. Perhaps, you now have a deep understanding of this sentence.

"On your wedding night, I realized that you must have had an unhappy childhood that you will never forget. I love you, I sympathize with you, and I always try to protect you. The reason why I am leaving you these words is because in order to ensure your safety, there is nothing I can do in the future.

"I want you to know the truth and be able to protect yourself. Although I am gone, I am innocent and at ease. I want you to face reality and be strong in life. The reason why I left these words in this way is because there is a lot of privacy involved in our family, and I don't want outsiders to see it......

If the previous part is the beginning of a novel and a brief introduction to the content of a book, then the following is the title of the main text.

1. Mr. and Mrs. Bai Renkui (your grandparents)

2. The one who uncovers your scars to me

3. Your mother is not far away

……

Bai Ling hurriedly turned a few pages, and found that the further back she went, the lighter the handwriting became, and most of the book could no longer be read clearly. So, she didn't dare to slack off, concentrated her energy, seized the time, and quickly checked what she could read. This is a love left by her husband Fang Ming. She must cherish this love, and she must know what she does not know.