"But after all these years, I still miss her so much. The guy in front of him finished the last sip of beer in his glass.

"But you don't know her name, and you don't know where she is now, so even if I write the letter for you, she won't see it. I put down the pen in my hand, "And it's been so many years, maybe she's no longer alive." ”

"Hmmm... I understand. Your lifespan is short. But what if she happens to be passing by one day?" The guy in front of me looked like a miniature human, it was wearing a turban, and I couldn't see its face clearly, standing next to me, and it tapped a glass as tall as it, "One more glass." ”

"I'm not in a bar, I want to drink and go out and turn right. I pointed outside, "If you want to write a letter, just write it and put it in the store first." ”

"Okay," the turban figure bent slightly, his hands in his sleeves, and looked respectful, "Do you think this thing can be used as a reward?" It took out a green stone the size of a soybean from its bosom, "The Qiong stone I found from my hometown, you humans should call it jade, and it is said that humans like these things very much." ”

"Well, yes, the boss should like it, just put it in the box under the bell when you go. I picked up the pen again, "Want to talk to her about something?"

The turban figure rubbed his hands, "Hmm... Let's get straight to the beginning, I don't know what her name is. ”

"Okay, you can say it. "I left a line blank on the paper.

"How are you doing?"

"Have you found someone to stay with?"

"Do you remember the sunset by the ears of wheat many years ago?"

"A few words in a hurry, talk about missing the table..."

"It would be nice to see you again. ”

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There were not a few words in total, but the turban villain spoke for more than an hour, but I was not in a hurry, just say a sentence about it, and I will write a sentence.

"Where's the payment?" I asked.

"Just write, the little man in the turban who got lost sixty years ago. It thought for a long time before answering me.

"Good. "Make up the date, I folded the letterhead," you go and pick an envelope. I pointed to the envelope pattern on the wall.

The little man in the turban stood on the table and pointed to the one with the golden wheat field printed on the wall, "That's it, she can see it when you see it." ”

I took off the envelope of its choice and put the folded letter inside, "How can you be sure she knows it at a glance, and I don't even know what she looks like, maybe this letter has been asleep." ”

"She must know," the turban figure put her hands back into her sleeves, "I was originally a youkai in the rice field, but that year I accidentally got into the wheat field when I was out and out, the wheat field was high and dangerous, I was chased by a dog, and I didn't know where I was when I got out of danger, and she picked me up." ”

"She's in the wheat field too?"

The turban figure lowered his head slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed, "This is her grandfather's wheat field, and she will come here every summer vacation to spend the summer." It was sunset when she found me. As if caught in a memory, it stretched out its hand and gestured in a circle, "She was still a little girl at that time, probably because it was hot, her face was flushed, and she was as beautiful as the sunset that day." ”

I took the beer out of the fridge and poured it another glass, "So you haven't seen it since?"

"Of course not," the turban man bowed to me, "thank you for your beer." We talked for a long time that day, and she didn't seem to be afraid of me because I was a youkai, and she laughed when I told her the story that happened in the rice field, and in return, she sent me back to the rice field. "Every summer after that, I would wait for her in the wheat field, and she would show up on time every year as promised, and I would take her to watch the birds dance, listen to the frogs, pick the sweetest fruits, and take her to all kinds of beautiful places unknown to man, and so we spent several summers together." ”

"You've known each other for so long, and you haven't remembered her name?" I put the envelope in the drawer.

The turban villain sighed, "It's not that I didn't remember, but I didn't have time to ask." For us yokai, the name is an important thing, and we will only tell each other when we trust each other completely. "Later, as she grew taller, her hair grew longer, and her eyes became more and more like stars in the sky, and I found the most beautiful rice in the rice field, and knitted it into a bracelet that would not dry up and gave it to her, and when she took it, her face was flushed, and it was the same as when we first met, and I decided that if she came with a bracelet next year, I would ask her name." ”

I listened silently to him, and I could already think of the final ending.

"But, as I said, she never came. The turban villain's tone was a little self-deprecating, "I'll wait, wait, wait, she hasn't come for ten summers, I'm worried that something will happen to her, so I'll come to your human city to find her." ”

"And then?" I asked.

"Later, I got lost again, but this time in your human city, the city is really terrifying, it is noisy everywhere, and there are strange smells and dangerous steel monsters, but this time no one took me back, so I stayed in the city, looking for her from place to place. It should have remembered some bad memories, and the turban villain was silent for a long time, "Until one day, I was sitting at the foot of the steps of the park and heard a mother and daughter chatting, and I didn't know that you humans are going to get married when they reach a certain age." With that, the turban sat down on the table with his legs crossed, looking down at his shoes.

"That's supposed to be married, and there's a lot to do when you're married, so there's not much time to find you. "I want to comfort it, but I don't know what to say, people and youkai are not the same.

"Well, although I don't know very well, judging from the conversation between the mother and daughter, getting married should be a very happy thing, and I don't want to disturb her happiness anymore. ”

Originally, I wanted to ask, but seeing its lonely appearance, I controlled my curiosity.

"That letter, if you see her, please help me forward it. I don't know what she's like now..." After saying that, the turban figure stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, "Thank you for the wine, sorry for bothering me for so long, so I'll take my leave first." Another deep bow.

"It's okay, it's what I'm supposed to do. I stood up, "Can you tell me your name if it's convenient?" We usually leave the customer's name in the store so that there is something to contact in the future, of course, we will keep it confidential for the customer, and if it is not convenient, it is okay to have a pseudonym." ”

The turban villain hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, it's okay to tell you, my name is Qingsu." With that, the turban figure jumped on the container with the bell and turned back to wave goodbye to me.

The bell jingled Lingling a few times, and the turban villain disappeared like this. I took out the letter from the drawer with the golden wheat field on it and pasted it with a post-it note with the word "green millet" written on it.

This is my job, my name is Ye Ke, I am twenty years old, I am a sophomore, Tianbei groceries are my part-time job, as you can see, my main job is night duty, every night at twelve o'clock is the time when the grocery store closes, I close the door, hang the bell on the last container, sort out the day's ledger and the next day's to-do, if nothing happens, I can sleep in the bed in the grocery store warehouse until dawn.

But as soon as the bell rings in the container, my late-night work begins. I am a ghostwriter, I write letters for customers who need them, and sometimes I also help them deliver things and chat with them, after all, for our guests, there will always be some unspeakable words, unseen people, untouchable memories, and we need someone like me who can see them to convey them for them.