Pen pals sound like a distant term at the moment, but back in the days when I was studying, the most advanced communication tool was just the kind of BB machine that could be pinned to the waist, and if anyone's BB machine was still a Chinese display, it must be a local tycoon, just by taking the machine from the waist to read mindfully, it was enough to dump the girls on campus. And because in adolescence, many classmates will also go to make friends with pen pals of the opposite sex in other schools or even other places, obviously now a few words can explain things clearly, but at that time you have to exhaust your literary brilliance to write a letter, and you will definitely choose that kind of beautiful stationery, which can explain your taste.

As a layman, I naturally have made pen pals as well. And the process of my pen pal and my relationship was relatively miserable. Because she was a student at another school, which was known for its abundance of beautiful women, I was full of anticipation from the first letter. And in the first letter she would give me, she repeatedly emphasized that her relatives, friends, teachers and classmates around her gave her a nickname, called "Little Jin Ming", because she looked like Jin Ming.

Wanjun, that's the goddess in the hearts of many young men! So I replied to her with great anticipation, and asked her to send me a photo as implicitly as possible, the reason I wrote is that in my heart I think you are more beautiful than Jin Ming, although you have lowered your status in every possible way and said that you are just her shadow, but I don't believe it!

No way, as someone who is not naturally good at coaxing girls, I have tried my best. Since then, in every reply to her letter, I will pinch the thickness of the letter after receiving it to feel if there is a photo. However, I still didn't receive a picture of her after many letters, and her rhetoric was to keep a little mystery first, so that we would feel good about each other. I am beautiful to you, let me write crooked words on a piece of torn paper, so I firmly replied to her that day, if there is no picture of you in the next reply, I will come directly to your school, your class.

I thought I must have scared her, so she wrote me back and sent me a picture. I was full of excitement and secretly tore open the letter and took out the photos inside when I was in the class teacher's class, but at that moment, my whole body was cold. I don't have the heart to read the content of the letter, I only remember that she left her BB phone number at the end of the letter, and said, only when you want me to call, when you don't want to, hum!

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At the risk of being asked to parents, I raised my hand to tell the teacher that I wanted to go to the bathroom, and then rushed to the school store where there was a pay phone and paged my pen pal faster than Liu Xiang. Soon she called back, sounding good, and I told her who I was, and I said I had received your picture.

The photo is actually a group photo, which should be a few classmates who have a good time with her. But no matter which angle I look at, I can't find a trace of Jin Ming, and these four girls look more ferocious than the other. So I held the photo with one hand and the phone in the other hand and said to her, "Is this classmate on the far left of the photo you?" Because that girl is a little better looking in comparison. As a result, she smiled and said, guess again? After my heart fell 100 meters, I asked her again, is the second from the left to be you? She still said guess.

And what about the third? You guess.

Yes! I know it, so you must be the fourth, right? At this moment, my heart is in despair, and the fourth girl happens to be the most unsightly one in this photo. She smiled and said, you guessed it, does my smile look like Jin Ming? Since I was already dead, I pretended to have a bad phone signal, and after a few consecutive feeds, I hung up the phone.

Since then I have never written back to her, I have never made another pen pal, and I have come to believe that even the most beautiful words are just appearances, unless you can see the flaws at a glance and find the truth of the matter in the flaws. And many of my classmates around me have developed boyfriend and girlfriend with their pen pals, but those good people often ask me, have you and your pen pals developed into boyfriend and girlfriend? Is she pretty? I usually shake my head in pain, and then say, how can people and ghosts have different paths?

I don't mean anything else by saying all this, but I would like to briefly share my unbearable years of pen pal dating. So when I saw Mr. Du's letters full of positive energy, I was deeply touched in my heart, and I also realized how big the gap between me and Mr. Du was, because he has been encouraging others with words, and I have been urging the photos, and in the end it was I who was hurt.

I went back and forth in the letters and photographs for any clues that would make it easier for me to understand, but it became more and more difficult for me to read. Just like some CCAV programs, when you are full of question marks, the host will generally give you a chance to ask for help from the audience outside the venue, so at this moment, after Zhao Jing saw that Hu Zongren and I were in a deep thought, she said to me, or, let's ask Mr. Du. Hu Zongren said, why do you ask, you said that we read your letter, and now you don't understand it, can you please answer it? Zhao Jing said, what can be done, otherwise he will wait for the haunted to kill him, and he must solve his family's affairs. Besides, this letter wasn't what we were going to read from the beginning, it's this female ghost... We only watched it under Zhang Hong's guidance, this is a key, otherwise if it didn't want us to see it, it would have warned us a long time ago.

Although it was a bit strong, I still felt that Zhao Jing was quite right, so I said to her, then call and say that we have solved it, and let him come back for acceptance. Because I'm afraid that if I want him to solve it directly with the ghost face to face, I'm afraid Mr. Du doesn't have the guts. Zhao Jing sneered and said, is this how you deceive your customers on weekdays? I rebuked, how can this be called a deception? This is obviously for his sake, for fear that he will be scared!

So Zhao Jing called, and she even added fuel and said that we have helped you clean the house to ensure that you live comfortably. This woman, drawing inferences from others, is more powerful at deceiving people than me. After hanging up the phone, Hu Zongren whispered a few words to Zhang Hong's ghost, probably saying that it should not be in a hurry, and it would definitely be given a placement. After finishing speaking, Zhang Hong stretched out his hand, closed the wardrobe door, and locked himself in the cabinet.

The three of us waited downstairs for Mr. Du to come back, and it was about twenty minutes before he opened the door and came in. Zhao Jing smiled and asked him, "Your hands are empty, where is the water you bought?" Mr. Du was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't hide his joy after his house was cleaned, and he hurriedly asked us, have we already done it? At this moment, Hu Zongren had slowly moved to the door, his posture was like a ghost, and then he locked the door and blocked the door.

Mr. Du looked at us and looked at us very right, so as if he realized something, he began to want to break through Hu Zongren's blockade and escape, but how could he be the opponent of Hu Zongren, a warlock like Hu Zongren, but Hu Zongren was very polite to him, just hugged Mr. Du from behind, his arms were locked tightly, and then said to Mr. Du softly, we didn't mean to trick you back, but if there is no you in this matter, I'm afraid we can't solve it alone, and we still need to tie the bell to solve it. Although Hu Zongren's tone was gentle, when he thought of the excitement he had for Mr. Du just now, I still felt a little embarrassed by the scene in front of me.

After struggling for a while, Mr. Du finally realized that he was not an opponent, so he gave up struggling. Hu Zongren let go of him, and I asked Mr. Du to sit down beside me, and then explained to him as much detail as possible what we had just encountered, and said that we had found a pile of letters on the bedside table, and read them without permission. When Mr. Du heard this, he was very angry at our rude behavior, and he pointed at our noses and shouted, "Do you know that you are breaking the law?" I can sue you for violating someone's privacy. Hu Zongren said that he had violated your privacy, and he didn't secretly photograph you peeing.

Mr. Du was still indignant, and the only reason he didn't rush up to beat us was because he knew he couldn't beat us. So I said to Mr. Du, that ghost has been found, it has always been in your closet, it is Zhang Hong.

As soon as I said this, Mr. Du looked at me for a long time, and his expression seemed to be full of disbelief. After a long while, he said to me in a trembling voice, Zhang... Zhang Hong? How could it be her? You mean, she's dead? Hu Zongren replied to Mr. Du, of course he died, and he couldn't die anymore, otherwise how could he become a ghost. Mr. Du suddenly seemed a little excited, he slapped the arm of the sofa and stood up, and said loudly, how can this be? She... How did she die.

Judging from Mr. Du's reaction, Zhang Hong is a very important person to him, perhaps a lover, which makes it difficult for him to accept Zhang Hong's death. However, because I have seen the photos, I know that Zhang Hong is not good-looking, but there are many people with unique tastes in this world, and maybe Mr. Du also likes this one. I stood up and pulled Mr. Du to sit down, and then said to him, please accept the reality, I read your letter, I think you are probably lovers, but there are some sentences in you I really don't understand, seeing that you don't know about her death, I think you must have not been in touch for a long time, maybe it's your ex-girlfriend, but what I don't understand is that you wrote the letter for what you wrote at the beginning, but it was completely preserved.

Mr. Du covered his face with his hands, seemed to calm down a little, and then he said, you misunderstood, we have never been lovers.