Your own judgment of the other party, sometimes, may also become the other party's judgment of yourself, in order to recognize the situation and face this situation.

If you are afraid of it, you should stay away from him, and if you know it, you are sure that you can defeat him.

For this time, the invitation of a friend made me have multiple conjectures about this person, which may be part of my own thoughts, or it may be a strategy of outsiders.

As I finished writing the letter, I hesitated about how to leave my signature, and finally looked at a book next to me.

"Friend - Paul Kochakin"

As I put the letter in the envelope, I glanced in the direction of the door again, not knowing when the messenger would return.

Glancing at the address on the envelope again, if it is the other way around, the other party can receive it!

But in the end, he still didn't call the nurse, only put the envelope away, lay on the bed, looked at the cardboard box again, and couldn't help but draw on the paper in his heart, but the content of the painting was completely copying the locked person on the cliff.

He was wearing a cloth robe, with half-length hair, which looked flowing in the wind, like an ancient knight, but when I finished drawing the outline of this person, when I looked at his facial features, I saw that the person's facial features were completely distorted, as if in extreme pain, but there was no way to save myself.

Along his arm, I looked at the chains, but those cold tools didn't seem to be the reason for his pain, because from his portrayal, it can be seen that the author's portrayal of this character is inclined to freedom, as if using the chains to accompany the desire for freedom.

After carefully describing it, I found that my previous thoughts had completely changed, if that person felt pain, it also came from his own heart, and had nothing to do with the outside world, and even because of those chains, it helped him suppress the pain in his body.

The pain was indescribable, but it was like a flame that broke through the body, and with the cold wind and chains, large cracks were linked to the body.

When I see what is in the painting, I can think of what will happen next, but until then, it is all fixed between the future and the future.

Looking at that person, I didn't look away for a long time, as if there was something else in my eyes, as if I saw it, and as if I couldn't see it.

Maybe it was the pain that was coming, or maybe it would never come, but through my eyes, for this painting, filled with the mood I had imagined.

After watching it for a long time, I felt as if I was in the ice and snow, accompanying the people on the cliff.

When I woke up, the box in my hand suddenly fell, and then the door was opened, and I looked up, and found that the old man had come back and looked at me with a smile, "How is it, do you see it?" ”

I hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who asked you to give it to me?" ”

The other party shook his head, "If you have anything to say, you can write it down if you want me to paraphrase it." ”

I took out a letter from under my pillow and handed it to him, and as he was leaving, I asked, "When will I receive it?" ”

"Maybe it won't be too long!" With that, the man left.

Looking at the closed door, I got up and picked up the box, and looked up at the clock again, it was past ten o'clock.

After putting the box under the bed, I lay on the bed, recalling the scene on the box repeatedly, and I immediately picked up the letter again and read it again.

This person's handwriting is very delicate, and every stroke seems to be very natural, and it looks natural.

Wind and rain await!

I looked at the letter for a moment, as if I had seen these brief and sudden four words on the letter, but when I looked back, I realized that it did not appear in these contents.

As I slowly turned the paper over, I found the four words in the light, and after staring at them for a few minutes, I looked away and into the bright light.

It was a sunny day outside, but corresponding to those four words, I didn't feel abrupt at all, maybe hundreds of miles away, thousands of miles away or even farther away, it was a rainy day.

When I put down the letter again, I looked at the person I had drawn and used my own thoughts to draw a picture of the person, from his body to his spirit.

The distribution of the facial features is more even, as if the things that were originally crumpled together are carefully unfolded again.

When I put the pen away, I felt that it was almost there, and those lines could completely freeze the character in my thoughts, but the characters I drew did not seem to be as expressive as in the original painting, but the distance of perspective had changed.

It's so close to me, and when I stand in front of it, I seem to be able to forget something, maybe because of it, I drew it.

Maybe it's because I'm trying to forget the bad stuff!

I withdrew my gaze, folded up the letter and the drawing, tucked it into the book, and began to read along the rest of the story.

Before I knew it, time flew by, and I didn't know if I cared, and maybe I wasn't too surprised, but the reply I was waiting for finally came.

The person who sent it back was still him, and after putting the letter down this time, he left, and he didn't say anything about that person.

It was almost a day apart, which made me feel that the distance between me and this person was not far away, but when I saw the address on the envelope, I was slightly stunned, because the address of the sender on it was different from the last time.

I frowned slightly, didn't the other party send these through a courier company?

If that were the case, the address would be meaningless, but I didn't think much of it and just opened the letter.

After spreading out the letter, I read it and thought about what I had said to him in my last letter, which I was not used to as an old form of communication, but which also allowed us to communicate while maintaining a safe distance.

Yesterday, at lunchtime. I hesitated, but I didn't tell anyone else about the letter.

Maybe it's the only thing that belongs to me.

The letter reads, "I'm glad to see your reply, first thank you for acknowledging our friendship, and finally would you like to hear me tell you a story?" If you don't want to, you can put the letter away, and if you want to, go ahead. ”

I didn't hesitate, I continued reading, "I can't tell you whose story this is, it may be what you want to know, or it may be something you don't want to believe, I say this just to give you a perfect invitation!"

"Listen as I begin to tell you," there was a clear pause here, for there was a clear gap in the handwriting, and for a long time the other seemed to be thinking of what to start with, and he told me honestly.

"One year of winter!" The other party began with this, "It was a cold day, and everyone was working, using the work in their hands to get through the cold season."

"Construction is a big problem for everyone during this season, because the wind and snow here are very strong, and if you stay too long, your eyes will not be able to adjust, and the ground is also very wet.

But the work continued, and in the midst of the wind and snow, new soil was constantly being excavated, and the huge clan tomb appeared in their eyes little by little, and some people walked all the way along a long, boundless path.

"What the man saw, no one knew, and what was in the end, no one knew, because the next day the man was driven away, and then it was heard that he had died mysteriously, in the snow, and his body had been frozen.

"Everyone started to be afraid, the project was delayed again and again, some people were leaving, some people started to strike, but because they were just workers, there weren't many people, and the number of people on the other side was enough to make them scared."

"In such cold weather, everyone was not in a good mood, until everyone began to quietly gather and talk about the person who had entered the hallway.

His death felt incredible, and some people understood that it was a warning, but this warning was discovered by the workers one night.

"Someone heard a message in the employers' houses – when it was finished, all the workers would be buried alive in the tunnels.

As you can imagine, the workers were very scared and angry, thinking that if they fought with them, they would not be buried alive by those people.

However, another person appeared in the crowd, who was clever and eloquent, and for his own purposes, he took advantage of this construction to get in.

He finally convinced the rioting workers that if they could kill so many people for the sake of the project, what was there? What makes them so jealous?

"Curiosity and fear intersect, some hesitate, some inspire, and finally there is some disagreement, because some people are scared and just want to escape.

But then others feared that these people would leak their whereabouts and make things even more uncontrollable.

So, there was a lie among them, someone appeased these people, and said that there was a great relationship, if they left secretly, they would inevitably not be caught, just like the person before who froze to death here, since advancing and retreating is a death, why not strike first?

"Those are all workers, although they are also scared, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, so they can only bite the bullet.

"That night, the wind and snow were very strong, and it was dark like the bottom of a pot, and the group touched the night, quietly sneaked into the hole they had made out of the ground, and groped inside."