A short sentence was added later, "Daughter-in-law, there is an old quilt in the cabinet on the ground, if you feel cold, take it out and cover it, even if it is not cold, take it out and place it beside you, when you close your eyes, you think it's me." ”

This time it was no longer a large avatar, but a man lying on his side with a pillow in his arms.

A line was pulled out on the pillow, "Daughter-in-law, I miss you so much, I think about it so much, how can the pillow not be hot, what should I do?" ”

At the end of this page, a sentence was added after the date was indicated, "Daughter-in-law, Daddy is okay to you!" If you are wronged, you must write to me, but you must not think about not wanting me, you must wait for me to come back, okay? ”

Seeing this almost pleading sentence, Tian Xinmiao's heart was intertwined with sourness and sweetness, and he seemed to be a little panicked.

If all this he had done to her was true, would her heart still harden? Can she still do it without loving him?

And if one day when she loses her heart, but finds that he is the same as Zou Hengyuan, then how should she deal with herself.

Tian Xinmiao was holding the letter paper in her hand, she was a little at a loss, she was really afraid that in the future, in such a letter, her heart would fall unconsciously.

Tian Xinmiao tried to calm down, closed his eyes and slowly opened them, and continued to turn to the next page.

As she continued to read, she deliberately began to avoid words that would make her heart flutter and soften, and read the key points.

On this day, Ruan Haocheng arrived in the provincial capital.

Originally, the train to pick them up was supposed to come in the afternoon, but because the son of a certain big leader was in a mood, it was finally changed to the next day.

Ruan Haocheng cried to her sadly again that it would be nice if he could accompany her for this wasted day, at least he could take her to see the village and take her to see the smelter across the river.

At the end of the day, there was still a sentence that was almost pleading, "Daughter-in-law, I know that my time with you is too short and too short, but you must wait at home for me to come back, and I will always be with you after I come back, and I will never be separated from you again, wait for me, okay?" ”

On this day, he drew two hands with a hook, and next to it was written, "The hook is not allowed to change for a hundred years, and whoever changes will be punished and has been with another person all the time." ”

Looking at Laipi's words, Tian Xinmiao was successfully amused again.

Unconsciously, the big boy who was a little silly in her eyes seemed to be getting more and more vivid.

And where she didn't know, the sweetness and happiness in her heart had increased little by little.

The following day, Ruan Haocheng's diary-style letter was relatively brief.

Maybe it's because it's not very convenient on the train!

And, perhaps because he was afraid that Tian Xinmiao would worry, he didn't say a word about the conflict between him and Cui Zhiyong, only mentioning that in addition to Qin Yushu, whom he met the day before, he had met Zhao Peng, Chen Zhiyun, Chen Ziqiang and other friends.

For the next two days, the sentence was just as short, except as in the previous days, 'Daughter-in-law, I miss you, think about it. 'Daughter-in-law, I want to hug you, hold and never let go.' In addition to such words, he briefly told her about the precautions for taking the train.

He solemnly promised once again that this train was completely different from the small train in the county, and when he came back, he would definitely take her to experience it.

I don't know if it's because there is no suitable table on the train, the handwriting in the past three days is a little awkward, and the head picture attached at the end is also a little crooked.

Every day, there is a sentence begging her to wait for him, and this sentence is written in a formal manner.

According to her guess, every day, the words begging her to wait for him should be the last thing he added.