……

Three months later.

The golden sunlight shines on the body, and it is extraordinarily warm. From time to time, flocks of seagulls fly by the seashore, and they sing cheerful songs in their mouths, which are beautiful and vivid.

Zhao Junxi faced the sea, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and let the sea breeze blow his handsome face, sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

"Wanwan, do you feel it?"

"It's the sea breeze, the same sea breeze as you."

There were a lot of beautiful women in bikinis around with hot figures, and they kept secretly sending autumn waves to Zhao Junxi, and Zhao Junxi replied to them with a gentle smile.

"I have HIV."

He lied.

Those beauties immediately scattered as birds and beasts, and they didn't look back.

Zhao Junxi laughed happily, looked up, looked at the sunshine and said, "Wanwan, when we met for the first time, the housekeeper also said that I might be sick and didn't let you approach me, but you still held my hand tightly and never let go." ”

"Late ......"

"I miss you so much."

"It's been a hundred days, are you okay?"

Zhao Junxi came to a café and asked for a cup of bitter coffee, no sugar. Sit by the window and take out your letter and pen.

To My Beloved Wife:

On the hundredth day after you left, I took you to the hundredth place. You're not very comfortable, and you always make me uncomfortable.

I'm very happy, at least you can still be with me like this.

I took the handkerchief you used to wipe your mouth on, and when I missed you so much, I took it out and kissed it. Late night, can you feel my kiss?

The weather is nice today, let's go to the bottom of the sea together, it's free there, you'll love it.

Writing: Zhao Junxi.

After writing, wrap the letter and give it to the café owner along with the ninety-nine letters I had written earlier.

The boss asked, "To whom does the gentleman want to send these letters?" ”

Zhao Junxi said: "As you arrange, send it to all directions and all countries." There aren't many words on it, but it's all my love for her. ”

The boss was silent, and he was a silly man who was carried away by love. Everyone who came to his café and asked him to send a letter was in his head.

"Okay."

The boss agreed, and put the hundred letters into a file bag.

Seven words are written on the cover: the letter is sparsely written.

……

Zhao Junxi walked to the cliff, crossed his arms and knees, looked at the turbulent sea below, and desperately hit the reef, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Evening, I'm coming for you."

"In my life, I have never regretted it."

He jumped down and took the woman he loved the most.

There seems to be a girl's quiet and good-looking smiling face at the bottom of the sea, gentle as water calling his name: "Junxi." ”

"Junxi, you're coming to me."

……

Half a year later, a male author Yun Tian, who claimed to have worked as a servant in the Zhao family half a year ago, published a book, the name of the book "Letter Pen Rarely Dan Heart Mail", and wrote a paragraph at the end:

I have never seen anyone so cruel to myself. After her death, he asked his personal doctor to sew her ashes into his own flesh and blood, and then took her ashes on a tour.

And then, he never came back.

I think......

He probably found her.

……

I am happy to die at your hands.

- Gu Huanxin

I've been a bad person, since I was a kid. When I was born, my mother suffered a lot, and she said, I was bad to the bones, and I was very skinny, and I was different from other girls.

I was so bold that when I heard that someone wanted their own heart, my first thought was not to say no, but to pretend to agree, and to play a game.