"The old book in your hand has a lot of reference value, you might as well take a look at it first, and I'll add it to you later." Xiao Ai said.

"Where's my room?" Xu Tian asked.

"Anywhere, for convenience, I suggest you live next door to me." Xiao Ai said.

The room next door is much larger than Xiao Ai's, and the items in it are also a little more luxurious, it doesn't look like an orphanage dormitory, but like a residential room.

After walking for a long time, Xu Tian was already tired, and after taking a shower, Xu Tian lay on the bed and began to flip through the shabby blue book.

The opening is a preamble written in familiar handwriting.

It was Commander Fang's handwriting, which was very similar to the handwriting on the notebook that Xu Tian had seen before.

I would like to commemorate my beloved with this book.

I don't know when the world around me began to change dramatically, from the death of my first loved one to the time I became alone, a process that tormented me for twenty-five years.

I didn't hate her, and there were even many times when I watched her take away the people around me, and until now I don't regret my pampering with her.

She has a face that makes me let go of everything, and I live for her for the rest of my life, not only my career, but also the lives of everyone around me, and the property I have accumulated all my life, which will be her funeral.

I'm going to die after writing this article, and I'm reluctant to let her leave me, no, to be precise, I should be reluctant to leave her.

If I lie in the cold ground and become a carrion, then she must come down and be with me, and since I was a child I was afraid of the dark, and I will be at a loss in the dark.

I'm a selfish person, but I don't think there's anything wrong with being selfish compared to everything I've ever given up for her.

Everything she gave her during her lifetime will be repaid to me with her life.

This is my revenge on her! And to those who died for my selfishness.

In fact......

I regret that so many living beings have died because of me, all of which are the result of my connivance with her, but I have always lived this life with the attitude of knowing and correcting my mistakes, not admitting my mistakes, and I don't have the courage to face those who died.

She's been fighting with me for so many years, and I know why she's always refused to do anything to me.

She wanted to see me die alone, with no one to send me to my death, and all I could see before I died was her beautiful face full of ridicule.

I won't let her succeed, and this is the last ploy I used to her before I die.

When she saw me die, she would make her signature gesture, and when she had laughed at the sky, she would come down to accompany me.

I can't help but feel a sense of desolation when I think of this, now that I have passed the seventies, there is no one around me who can put me in a coffin, and when I die, all the squires will organize men to trample my body, and my body will forever merge with the land.

I don't want to be a rotting corpse, so I have to be buried in the ground.

As I write this, I look out the window and see her standing in a cluster of orchids, and after all these years, her posture still tugs at my heartstrings.

She held a bouquet of budding orchids in her hand, and the distant sunset stretched her shadow very long, and she kept looking in the direction of the sunset.

I've seen this scene countless times, and every time I see her like this, I hate the man who haunts her.

It took me twenty-five years to fail to touch her, until I gave up everything, and all I got was a lonely old age.

The sunset in the courtyard was wrapped in fiery clouds, and I felt as if I was about to set, and she was finally able to wrap me up, and I was about to become a dead body at her disposal.

She thought I was paralyzed in bed a month ago, but that was all the trick I used against her.

Until now, I can still walk, and although my body is not getting worse day by day, I can walk anywhere in the house as long as I hold on to the wall.

I put a few venom-soaked camellia flowers inside her favorite chrysanthemum tea leaves, and I smeared some venom on the paper she used to smear her red lips.

When I die, she will definitely drink chrysanthemum tea and paint herself with beautiful makeup.

She will die beautifully under the same roof as me, and when we die, of course I will do my best to prepare.

Half a month ago, I had anticipated my own death, and if I had not died when the time had come, I would have taken my own life, because if I had survived, I would have no chance of taking revenge on her.

As a nephew, I bought off a fisherman in the village, and he would arrange my funeral, and my grave had been found, a very secret place, and the islanders did not like it.

She was still standing outside in the orchid bush, the dress was custom-made for him by the man, and every time she stood in the orchid bush at sunset, she would wear that exquisite Hanfu.

Her shadow has extended to my window, I wish it was her standing outside my window, there have been countless times when I have seen her walk to my room in the illusion, her smile is so beautiful, she walked to my window with an orchid in her hand, and said to me, this bouquet of orchids is for me.

It was all a hallucination, because she had never looked at me squarely, and we hadn't spoken a word since we landed on the island.

She was still standing there, the sun had completely set by this time, and there was only a glimmer of light outside, but her body could still be seen.

There were no flickering neon lights, and after the light was swallowed up by the night, I couldn't see her body anymore.

Before I die, I'm going to confess everything in this book, maybe I'll die if I can't finish this book, but that's okay, I'm completely prepared for someone to help me finish this story.

This person has always been there for me, she knows everything about me and everything about her.

But this person is not the person I trust the most, maybe my body was dragged down by her.

When I turned to look into the room, she was still there smiling at me, as if to laugh at my infatuation.

……

Commander Fang's font is gone here, and the font behind it is printed, but at this time, Xu Tiancai noticed that the sky was already dark.

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and at this time, winter in the eastern region is about to enter the night.

Xu Tian tried to glance out the window, as if he saw the scene described by Commander Fang.