It was still the same post office, and it was still the junction of late night and dawn, and Wei Lai sent the reply letter he had written again.

Although he also felt that this was ridiculous, in the letter, he still explained the ins and outs completely.

On the other side, it was also an early morning morning, and the mail courier came to the door again and delivered the letter to Jiang Lan's hand.

Leaning against the attic window, she opened the envelope and read it word for word.

"While it's really unbelievable that I'm saying that, I'm really the one who lives in 2012."

"I don't know why I can see your diary in the dark compartment, or why your reply is on the desk."

"The only thing that can be explained is that, for some reason that we don't know, through this desk cabinet and the post office, we have a connection that transcends time and space, and allows us to communicate."

"It's funny, isn't it?"

“……”

There is no doubt that this connection that has crossed the years and spanned time and space has made both young people feel wonderful and excited, and there is also a forbidden thrill that peeks into the mystery.

They began a frequent correspondence.

"It's so unfair to me that you knew my secret and read my diary without my knowledge, and you should share your secret with me."

"What will the future look like in a century, is China strong, is there still a war, is there still a concession in the magic capital, and have we driven out the foreigners? Who was the president at that time, how did you live at that time, and was there anything new? ”

"There's so much I want to know......"

"Now China is very powerful, we are one of the most powerful countries in the world, no country can bully us, but we don't have a president, this matter is very complicated to say......"

"The development of technology is very fast, the telephone is no longer the fastest way to communicate, we have the Internet, not only can talk, but also video, video is ......"

The two exchanged frequently through letters.

This kind of communication across time and space, which seems to be fateful, gradually gave rise to some special feelings between the two.

Although the two have never met, it does not affect them to understand each other and understand each other's world through words.

However, Wei Lai's state of falling in love made his mother start to worry.

One evening, as Wei Lai was hurrying out to deliver a letter, his mother stopped him.

"Wei Lai, you can't do this anymore."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're in love with a woman who lived a hundred years ago!"

"Mom, we're just writing letters, just friends."

"You're writing love letters!"

Faced with his mother's questioning, Wei Lai could not argue, muttered open his mouth, and stopped talking.

His mother's words woke him up.

Perhaps, it was time for him to re-examine the emotions that he should not have had in his heart recently.

Jiang Lan was born in the late Qing Dynasty and witnessed the establishment of the Republic of China, while he was born at the end of the 20th century and grew up in the 21st century.

Returning to the bedroom to calm down, looking at a letter written to him by Feng Jianglan, Wei Lai struggled with himself for a long time, and had to admit that he did have some feelings that he shouldn't have.

It was fruitless.

In the wee hours of the morning, he drove the car alone, aimlessly in the empty lane.

Reason told him that he should stop the loss in time and should not continue to write to Jiang Lan.

Perhaps both sides should be calm and calm.

At this point, the postman who would arrive at Jiang Lan's house on time every day would no longer appear.

Jiang Lan waited downstairs every day, but she couldn't wait for letters anymore, she wrote to Wei Lai one after another, asking him what was wrong, but all of them were lost.

She was smart, and soon thought of the answer as well.

"Are you afraid that our relationship will not bear fruit?"

One late one night, when Wei Lai saw this paper in the dark compartment of the drawer, he finally couldn't control his heart, and wrote a reply letter with trembling hands.

"I'm afraid that my feelings for you will get out of control, and this is not the right thing to do."

The next day, he received a long reply.

"You're underestimating me, Mr. Wei."

"You and I both know very well that we are people who are destined not to belong to each other, and this is a cruel and impossible fact."

"We've never met, we've never even heard each other's voices, we just correspond with each other, and we share with each other some of the troubles and secrets that we can't tell others, and there's nothing wrong with that."

Jiang Lan's words made Wei Lai feel a little shaken, maybe just like she said, both of them are destined not to have anything with each other, and they can restrain some feelings that they shouldn't have.

So, he reconnected with Jiang Lan again.

At the same time, he was also eager to know what Jiang Lan's future was like, and drove to the address on the envelope again.

It was the same resident nanny last time who opened the door, but this time, under Wei Lai's repeated pleas, she still led Wei Lai into the house, and met a gray-haired grandmother on the second floor.

When he saw his grandmother lying in bed and unable to take care of herself, he felt an unprecedented panic and regret in his heart.

"Are you Jiang Lan?"

Just when he was worried and couldn't breathe, the old woman lying on the bed shook her head: "My name is Jiang Hui, Jiang Lan is my aunt, how do you know this name?" ”

A sense of happiness like the aftermath of the catastrophe came to Wei Lai's heart, and he let out a long breath, and his face was full of smiles again.

He didn't know why his emotions fluctuated so violently.

It's just that when he wanted to ask more about Jiang Lan, the old grandmother denied that she was old and didn't remember most of the things in the past.

The on-site nanny also explained that the employer had Alzheimer's disease and that her children had died, so she was hired to take care of her with the help of relatives.

Wei Lai, who couldn't get more useful clues, could only leave here in disappointment.

However, just as he went downstairs, an inexplicable feeling came over him.

At the same time, Jiang Lan a hundred years ago was also walking up the stairs, and she was also stunned on the wooden staircase.

It's just that a staircase is new and beautiful, but the other is already full of vicissitudes and a sense of heaviness.

At this time, it seemed that they had truly crossed the long river of time, and although they couldn't see each other, they both raised their hands in unison, as if they had touched something.

The picture on the big screen is divided into two halves, one up and down, and the two people who are on and off at the same time, with their palms stretched out at the same time, meet in the middle.

As if they had really touched each other, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

At this time, the background music played again, but a new song was changed.

"I'm sure I said I loved you hundreds of years ago."

"It's just that you forgot, and I didn't remember either."

"I'm sure I said I loved you hundreds of years ago."

"It's just that you forgot, and I didn't remember either." (End of chapter)