Red lake leaves

Chapter 16 Receipt of the letter home

Lu Sicheng inadvertently received a letter from home:

"Sicheng:

Son, that's good! How to learn? Since you left, you didn't write a letter to your home, we really miss you, tell you an unfortunate news, I heard that Liu Yemei is getting married, and found a thirty-year-old man, and the marriage has not been done yet, because she is still waiting for you, she has given birth to a baby boy, and her father has died...... I said that if you two can't do it, if you don't believe it, you can go to school with peace of mind, and don't come back for the Spring Festival, so as not to cause extraneous branches. Your mother and I are fine, don't worry, as for you and Liu Yemei, I may hurt you a little, it's all for your good, and you won't come home after you leave, are you angry? Son, don't go to your heart, everything will be fine, you don't care about Liu Yemei's affairs, remember - don't make extraneous branches! ”

Lu Sicheng read the letter in the falling snowflakes, his eyes were hazy and blurry, he didn't think about why Liu Yemei didn't reply, he just wanted Liu Yemei to be so ruthless, as long as he waited for me, why did he agree to marry another man; With tears in his eyes, he was angry, and he only knew the contents of a letter from home; He wrote a reply to Liu Yemei:

"May:

Luckily? I've written so many letters to you, and I haven't seen you reply, and today I received a letter from home saying that you are going to get married, and it's okay for a thirty-year-old man, is it true? Mei, let you wait for me, why did you agree to marry another man, you are so ruthless, if there is no family letter, I am still thinking about you bitterly......

If the two of us are not suitable, we will break up, who will go whose way, don't worry, why don't you write me a letter, how many letters I have written, and I won't reply to a single letter, do you have another purpose......

Break up, break up here, don't wait for me ......! ”

Lu Sicheng braved the wind and snow and sent this letter with tears in his eyes. But he knew in his heart that without Ye Mei, he still had Zhang Yan, a good medicine to soothe his wounds...... Besides, he seems to have Zhang Yan, a beautiful young girl, in his heart, who has been conquered by Zhang Yan's gentleness and sexiness, and he wants to make a choice of love......

The winter wind is bleak and merciless, cold and ruined. Liu Yemei was still waiting in endless pain and helplessness, and her mother had urged her several times to marry her child and marry 30-year-old Chen Minghui, but she strongly refused again and again...... Her last glimmer of hope was to go to Lu Sicheng's house and ask his father and mother if they could get Lu Sicheng's message or address, and she wanted to ask everything about Lu Sicheng...... It is also her last glimmer of hope, her last choice of fate...... Love's choice......

The sky that originally spread thousands of miles of white clouds was swept by a cold and biting cold wind in an instant, Liu Yemei staggered on the country road, making her weak body tremble, the fallen leaves were scattered in the sky, and she couldn't see the direction clearly, the dark clouds were like breaking the ink jar that broke the costume, and it was pressed on the top of Liu Yemei's head, and suddenly the snow-white petals fluttered like needles and pierced her frozen red cheeks; She endured the cold and pinprick pain and continued to walk...... In an instant, he became a snowman in the snow...... Her beautiful eyebrows, and the tips of the hair between her scattered eyebrows were also frozen by the cold air she exhaled for a while, like a layer of white frost mist...... The coldness of the heart, the pain of the heart, the loneliness of the heart...... She reluctantly accepted all the hardships that life had brought her......

She mustered up the courage and finally knocked on the door of Sicheng's house.

"Bell...... Bell bell ......! ”

"Who?" She heard the sound of stepping on the snow "squeak......! ”

"I-me!" Ye Mei responded.

"Squeak-" The door opened.

"Who are you? I don't know you! Lu Sicheng's mother looked at the snowman in front of her with surprised eyes.

"Aunt-I'm Ye Mei, Liu Yemei!" Liu Yemei patted the snow on her body and wiped the snow on her face.

"Who the hell are you? I don't know you! She was about to close the courtyard door.

"Auntie—can you let me in?" Liu Yemei pushed the door that was about to be closed.

"W-okay!" Her gaze was a little surprised.

Liu Yemei was ecstatic and followed her into the courtyard, and there was a sound of "creaking-creaking-creaking" stepping on the snow behind her. Liu Yemei patted the snow on her body, took off her black cotton coat, and followed her into the house.

Lu Sicheng's mother looked at Liu Yemei, who had a beautiful posture, and woke up her sleeping wife, Lu Sicheng's father.

The snow on Liu Yemei's long hair melted in the temperature of the fire in the house, the snow or tears on her face slowly dripped down, the pink red lips, and the beauty of the hibiscus out of the water, although it was a cold winter, she couldn't hide her beautiful charm, sexy and charming figure......

"You're- Liu Yemei, right?" Lu Sicheng's father sat up from the bed and looked at Ye Mei with a strange gaze.

"Yes—uncle!" Ye Mei smiled slightly.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I want to ask about Sicheng's situation, has he sent you a letter?"

"Nothing—no!" Lu Sicheng's father looked a little panicked, he knew that although Sicheng had not come to the family letter, he had written a lot of letters to Liu Yemei, all of which he had read and burned, and he said to Ye Mei in a panic: "However, there was a letter from you a few days ago, which was sent from Beijing, and I brought it back by the way; I've already read the contents of the letter, and it seems like he wants to break up with you......! ”

Really——? Can you show me? Liu Yemei felt a burst of surprise and sadness in her heart......

"Yes! But take it back and see it! Lu Sicheng's father looked at Ye Mei with a strange gaze.

"Uh-huh——!" Liu Yemei nodded in surprise, tears flowed, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, and all hope could only be like this......

"I'll get you ......!" Lu Sicheng's father took out the contents of the letter from the drawer, but he did not give Ye Mei the envelope......

"Give-remember, take it back and look at ——!" Lu Sicheng's father handed the contents of the letter to Ye Mei.

"Thank you, thank you, uncle——!" Liu Yemei smiled and nodded hurriedly with tears in her eyes.

"No need to ——!"

"Hey, uncle, where's the envelope?"

"Oh—envelopes? I lost it on the road that day, what do you want it for? No, I didn't keep the contents of the letter for you! Lu Sicheng's father said strangely.

"W-do you have his address?"

Oh - I didn't care, maybe it was on the envelope! We don't have his address, and he never writes home.

"Oh-yes!" Liu Yemei was skeptical. She held the letter tightly, for fear that Lu Sicheng's father would take it back again, so she hurriedly said, "Uncle, aunt, then I'll go first!" She hurried out of Lu Sicheng's house...... The sound of the snow behind him was so intense - creak, creak, creak......

She braved the wind and snow, couldn't wait to open the letter, and what she saw was the last letter Sicheng wrote to her, which was the letter about the breakup; She doubted, she wept, but the handwriting was clearly thoughtful, she thought, she thought deeply; Sicheng has written me a lot of letters, what about the letters? Yes - yes, it's Lu Sicheng's father who is manipulating everything, yes - it's him, she finally has a clear eye; But she knew that it was too late, too late, even Lu Sicheng knew that I was going to marry a thirty-year-old man, who told Sicheng the news? Yes - it's him - it's his Lu Sicheng's father, no wonder Sicheng said that I was ruthless...... Said you want to break up with me...... It's too late, it's too late...... She was helpless, she was helpless, she cried, she cried loudly...... Tears slid down with the cold snowflakes and flowed down her neck, cold, endless cold, her heart was dead, completely dead, her glimmer of hope was shattered, like a bulging balloon suddenly deflated, she lay on the snowy snow, the cold snowflakes blew down on her face, she seemed unconscious, she felt her tears run dry, frozen on her cheeks, her neck...... She hates Sicheng, she hates Sicheng's whole family; There was only hatred in her eyes, the heart-rending hatred; Tender and lingering hatred, painful and helpless hatred, heartbroken hatred, passionate hatred, cold and merciless hatred, heartbroken hatred, dreams shattered, rivers of blood hatred...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... The hatred that runs dry with tears, the hatred that worries the stomach, the hatred that never dies, the hatred that is tender...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... The hatred of life and death...... Gnashing teeth of hatred...... Sad and helpless hate...... Tearful hatred...... Cold and heartfelt hatred...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... But she never knew that Lu Sicheng had a new love, the newcomer laughed, the old man cried, and she only hated her, hated ...... Hate...... Hate......

The relentless snow covered all her bodies, she clutched the letter in her hand tightly, the merciless snow boiling, fluttering and sprinkling finally obscured the last glimmer of light on the horizon, and the snow-covered earth brought a faint cold light to the endless dark night, illuminating the snowdrifts that she highlighted on the path...... She didn't know anything, she felt her soul floating, floating...... Drifted to a foreign sky......

She woke up from the warm bed: "Mother——! Her eyes went dark and fainted again...... She felt like her body wasn't listening...... Numbness all over the body...... My heart is broken......

That night, if it had not been for her mother carrying her back from the snow, she would have died, that is, in the early winter, and if it had been the day of the 39th, when her mother arrived, she would have died...... I don't know how many hours she lay in the snow...... She is sad, she is in pain, she is helpless...... Heaven always mercilessly tortured her young fate......

Hate...... Gnashing teeth of hatred...... Grief-stricken hate...... Death is not a hate...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... Hate...... Broken dreams of merciless hatred...... Death is not a hate......