On the table, there was a photo, he reached out to pick it up, and looked at the photo with dark eyes. In the photo, it was him, and there was a woman standing next to him, which was a clear look, which was taken when they got married.

He sat at the table, looking at the photo, his eyes resting on Jing Qingran's face the most. Jing Qingran was dressed in a white wedding dress, smiling sweetly and happily.

In the photo, he is dressed in a black dress, and his usually expressionless face is also dyed with a beautiful smile like ice and snow rippling in spring.

This photo can be used as a desktop, 360 degrees without dead ends.

It turned out that Jing Qingran was happy to marry him, and it seemed that he was quite happy.

It was a long time before he put the picture back on the table.

Looking around this room, it was clean and tidy, there were not many things on display, but they were all the best things, cool tones, completely cool tones.

He sat down at the table, watching quietly, and before long, he reached out and pulled the drawer open, and there was a wad of paper, white paper, black handwriting.

He took the paper in his hand and looked at the words on it.

The text was written with a fountain pen, and the handwriting was beautiful, strong and powerful, and it was thin and golden, and he could no longer remember who wrote it.

It reads: When you read this letter, perhaps, I am no longer there, I know you will cry, don't cry, this earth will turn without anyone.

I think you'll read this letter, if, you come here to read it.

Or maybe you won't see the letter, because you won't come here to read it.

I'm dead, and I'm lying to you, and what's the use of telling you if you don't let go of it yourself? I don't want you to be sad for me, this kind of thing can be hidden for a few days, it's a few days, I know you're pregnant, I'm sorry, forgive me for being so selfish, I want you to give birth to the child and raise him well, and in the end, you are with other men, it doesn't matter, you just have a good time.

If I'm still here, no one can snatch you away from me, but unfortunately, I'm no longer there. This sentence should not have been said, I am useless, I can't be by your side for the rest of my life......

If, there is an afterlife, I will definitely meet you, and then, marry you.

In the end, there were only three words written, no date, no speech, no writer's signature, only one person's name, and it was impossible to distinguish whether this person was the writer or the person the writer wanted to write to her.

Black handwriting, written: Jing Qingran, these three words.

This is a letter that is not destined to be sent.

It was also less like a letter and more like a note, stored in a drawer by the owner, waiting for the discovery of the person he thought.

In the end, he found out on his own.

There are three pieces of paper at the back, which are confessions and gift lists.

The list of gifts is long, and it says that a person needs to give gifts for a lifetime.

From the time this person is twenty-seven years old, New Year's, birthdays, a special day, every three days of the year, what gifts to give, it is clearly written.

Last month, the first gift was given away, and the person inexplicably accepted it.

If, the person who receives gifts every year, one day sees this list of gifts, I don't know if he will shed tears......

It does not write who the gift is for, but the gift is exactly the same every year, with all the care and meticulousness.

The gift is prepared by him, put it in one place, let the person he trust the most, and every time it comes, he entrusts someone from the courier company to send it anonymously.

(Important things should be said twice, and if you have a vote, just vote for two.) ）