No, it's not like that, things have to go back to a month ago, that is, when Ning Qianyun just moved in.

That day, Ning Qianyun, as usual, sat in front of the computer to revise the short stories he had written before, and worked until more than 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

But when he walked downstairs, he happened to meet a tall and thin postman, who rode a yellow electric car, came at a speed, hurriedly stuffed a letter into Ning Qianyun's hand, and sped away again.

This is an unpostmarked letter, the sender is named Ding Yi, and the content of the letter is very ordinary, nothing more than the feelings of a reader confiding in his favorite author the story.

Ning Qianyun didn't care about it at that time, and received such a letter more than once or twice, so it was okay to reply to the letter in a hurry.

It wasn't until she, whose gender was already indicated in the first letter, and the second letter, which told a story, that Ning Qianyun began to want to stop, and even began to look forward to her letter.

"I am a bitter woman, I was born in a small village in the northeast, when I was a child, my family was poor, my father and mother could not afford to raise so many babies, so I sold the youngest me to a family in the next village, I was only 7 years old at that time, I had a new father, and a thirty-year-old silly husband, but the new father and mother are good to me, and there will be good food for me first, and the family life is quite harmonious."

This is the beginning of the second letter, which is unremarkable, but what follows is in vain.

"I thought my life would be spent like this, but one day, my stupid husband suddenly got a strange disease, and his whole body was covered with purple-black pockmarks, which spread to the whole body, which was very scary and terrifying, and until now, I have often been awakened by such images in my dreams. The bride and dad spent all their money in order to treat their son, and not only that, but they disappeared. For me, it was gone, because when I woke up that day, they didn't know where they went and never came back. ”

"I was only thirteen years old, I was scared, I cried alone for a long time."

"It wasn't until it got dark that I sneaked out alone, but I suddenly found that this was not where I used to live, there were no people here, there were no grain piles, except for me, I am afraid there was not even a living thing, this is where, this is where, I walked on all the way alone, surrounded by crooked trees, crossed over, hooked back, behind the trees here, it seemed that there were people hiding behind, they were secretly looking at me, I glanced over, and they were gone again."

"Mr. Ning, I know that you have never been to the Northeast, but I think you should know that the temperature in the Northeast at night, especially in October, is very cold and cold, I have walked for a long time, every time I step on the stumps and fallen leaves under my feet, I can hear the sound of 'flocculent', and laughter, yes, I also heard laughter, screaming laughter, as if penetrating this endless night, and these old and living trees."

"I'm tired, I'm down."

"When I woke up, lying on a very comfortable bed, I opened my eyes and saw a lot of people around me, they were silent, and they were jumping with lifeless faces. I asked them where it was, and they shook their heads, and I repeated, and they shook their heads, and I told them that I was thirsty, and they brought me a bowl of water and two meat buns. ”

"I lay in bed for two days, and then while they were not looking, I secretly got out of bed and opened the closed window, to see where it was, and when I opened the window, everything was fine, there were so many cabins, there were many piles of grain, there were so many children running happily, and this should be a small village that no one knows, because I know that there are many such villages in the northeast, isolated from the world, and unknown."

"But it wasn't as simple as I thought it would be, because I found something very weird."

This is the content of the second letter, even though Ning Qianyun is a writer who writes stories, he himself has to admit that he is attracted to the storyline, so he hurriedly writes to her, hoping to know what happened next.

But Ding Yi seemed to be deliberately hanging his appetite, Ning Qianyun's letters had been sent out for almost half a month, and there had been no reply, and the anxious waiting made Ning Qianyun almost forget what he was living here for.

Today, Ding Yi's third letter finally came.

Ning Qianyun took out the previous letters from the drawer, and after reading them again, he carefully opened the third letter, the pale yellow letter paper had a unique fragrance, and the content of the letter was still the same as the content of the previous letter.

"To thank them for taking care of them, I took the initiative to help them do what I could, such as embroidering shoes, going up the mountain to pick vegetables, or helping them with their children. But I thought too simply, this village is not an ordinary village at all. The first time I felt something was wrong, I was helping a woman named Aunt Hua next door embroider a handkerchief, I would do a little needlework, before the father and mother were former educated youth, very educated, under their teaching, also knew some words, so, Aunt Hua asked me to help her embroider a few words on the handkerchief, I promised. ”

"She said, help me embroider 'single-mindedly, everything is just for **, I am a little puzzled, and it is not that era, how can there be such a slogan, I wanted to ask her, but I turned my head and saw that there was "**Anthology" on the table at her house, and a set of 65-style military uniforms, I was surprised, but as soon as I saw Aunt Hua's eyes, I didn't dare to speak, so I had to obediently help her embroider."

"It wasn't until the afternoon that I embroidered the words on the handkerchief, and when I saw that Aunt Hua was missing the house, I looked around alone, but the "** Anthology" on the desktop seemed to have magic power, and it was constantly inducing me to open it. I confessed that I was fascinated, and I turned page by page and began to read the words on it, my throat trying to read every word of the book aloud as if it were not listening. ”

"I turned to the last page, and there were a few beautiful lines of pencil writing, which were about the after-reading of the anthology, and they were all words of praise and praise, but when I saw the last line, I was stunned, and it said, 'We rescued a little girl in the woods today, she was very cute, so before going to bed, I wrote this special post-reading feeling, **Hooray!' The payment was made on October 25, 1970. ”

"I suddenly remembered that I had been here for so long, and I had not paid attention to the date of the old yellow calendar, and when I looked up, I just saw that the old yellow calendar was being blown by the cold north wind, and the date on it was October 25, 1970."

"Mr. Ning, maybe you don't believe all this I said, I didn't believe it at first, but what happened next made me have to believe it, I'm scared, I'm really scared, I don't know what to do, Mr. Ning, if you receive the letter, please reply to me as soon as possible."

Third letter, end.

Ning Qianyun carefully stuffed the letter back into the envelope, pressed the temples on his forehead, the dim lamp made his face look bad, and the dark circles under his eyes bulged as if he had never slept before.

He was sleepy and fell asleep.

This time, he still dreamed of that person, but, compared to before, he knew that this person was a woman, her hair was very long and long, and she was dragging more than 1 meter on the ground, she had a bronze key in her hand, she came in quietly and sat next to him, she opened her mouth, and there was a bloodshot eye in her mouth, looking at him with a blink.

But just as he was about to wake up, she left silently.

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