Attn: Chen Xifan

Sender: Hu Zhonghai

Teacher Hu sent him a courier?

Chen Xifan raised his eyebrows, and after entering the house, he sat on the sofa in the living room to dismantle the express.

Very quickly, the outer packaging carton of the express was opened, it is estimated that it is afraid of breaking, and several layers of anti-collision sponge are stuffed inside. Chen Xifan took it all out and found that there was a transparent wishing bottle inside.

If you look closely, it looks like there is a piece of stationery in the bottle.

Chen Xifan's breath stagnated, unscrewed the bottle, and took out the stationery.

Over the years, the letter has turned yellow, and there is a slight dampness, and even the contents on it are a little blurred.

But Chen Xifan still recognized it at a glance, it was Qi Xia's handwriting.

My heart stopped, and the fluttering piece of paper in my hand suddenly took on a heavy weight.

In the past few years, the unknown thoughts have come to life.

This letter, written seven years ago, finally reached the recipient after countless days and nights, spring and winter, and after several rounds.

It is so heavy, with the imprint of time, for a while, Chen Xifan's heart fluctuated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

His hands trembled slightly, and after a pause, he unfolded the piece of paper, laid it out, and read it word by word:

Chen Xifan, a student from the fifth class of the third year of high school:

Hello, I am Qi Xia, who has been in the same class with you for more than a year.

When you read this letter, you may be surprised and wonder, but no matter what your mood, please read it patiently, because I have some very important things to tell you.

I don't know if you still remember the first time we met, you thought it was in Baita Lane, right?

Not really.

The first time we met was in the summer of 2011 at Arashiki Summer Camp.

I also went to that summer camp, although I didn't have much presence. On that day, the teacher who led the team gave everyone a number plate and asked them to visit the aquarium in pairs.

I'm number seven, you're number sixteen, we became teammates, we went to the aquarium together, we photographed the jellyfish beluga whale, and you handed me a bottle of mineral water.

You may not believe it, but I really am that humble little chubby.

Seeing this, as smart as you are, you may have guessed the purpose of my letter.

Yes, this is a confessional letter.

Forgive me for telling you in such a way, because I know that I probably don't have the courage to say it in front of you.

When did you start liking you?

To be exact, I don't know.

It could be the day of summer camp, when you called me "Classmate Seven", or it could be the day you first arrived in Baita Lane, when you helped me block the snowball.

The exact time is no longer traceable, but on the day of school, I knew that you were also in Class 5, and it was as if the stars in the whole sky had fallen on me, and I felt like I had been hit by luck.

The east of the ear, the west of the west river and the moon, the stars are shining.

I've always remembered your name since I was fifteen years old. It's also the same as other girls.,Superficial.,I don't like you anymore.。

I like the way you look in your school uniform, with a big, dull school uniform that looks great on you. As soon as you appeared, everything around you darkened.

I like the way you study hard, the sun falls on your head, the wind is no longer arrogant, and you don't know anything about your test papers.

I also like the way you play basketball, you often play on the second playground and wear a blue jersey with a white t-shirt underneath. Every afternoon, I would take a detour and deliberately pass by there, and once you hit a three-pointer to complete the kill, and I gave you a round of applause, but unfortunately you didn't see it.

Fortunately, you didn't see it, I was sweating all over my body when I was cleaning that day, and I was very embarrassed.

And you are running on the playground, your clothes blown into a bulge by the wind, your back is tall and thin, surrounded by applause and cheers.

Sometimes, I feel like you're close. You are always surrounded by a lot of people, and I envy them when they talk to you and ask you about your homework during class.

But sometimes, I feel that you are far away.

The smile in your eyes always seems to be faint, and the long shadow rejects people from thousands of miles away. Once, I was holding a math problem and wanted to ask you, but when I passed by your seat, I gave up again.

It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't reach your end, so I'm always so careful that I need to hide even the gaze that I look at you.

I know I don't have the ability to stand with you, or the ability to catch your eye, but I've been following your back for too long.

It's been so long that I almost forget how to start, and I don't know how to continue.

That's why I've decided to tell you what I mean.

To me, you're like the end of a story.

I revised it repeatedly, carefully considering every word, but I was unable to put pen to paper for a long time.

So, I leave the end of the story to you. Whether your dreams come true or you fail, it's up to you.

Finally, there is one more thing I want to confess to you, in fact, I am your Q/Q friend, classmate No. 7.

Forgive me for telling now, and I hope this doesn't bother you (and if it does, it's okay to delete me). Paid by: Qi Xia

- March 1, 2015

At this point, the letter is written with a few lines blank, followed by another paragraph, apparently written at a different time.

I have a crush on someone, the road is long, the door is narrow, and I walked on this road for a long time before I realized that your door had never been opened to me.

Chen Xifan, I finally decided to give up halfway through the matter of liking you.

May you have a bright future and a successful life.

You will never receive this letter, and there is no need to receive it.

Because of the end of the story, I already know.

Seventeen-year-old paper airplanes won't fly back, and I'm going to forget about you.

I've been trapped by you for too long, and I should move on.

Even so, I still feel lucky to be able to meet seven billion people in the sea.

This should be the last time you shed a tear, anyway, no one knows, anyway, after today, I don't like you.

Finally, let me say goodbye once again.

You say you like sunny weather,

Maybe the sun won't be shining all the time, so I hope you have no bleak wind in spring and no bitter snow in winter.

Every rainy day, there is a boat to cross your shore.

Paid by: Qi Xia

- July 30, 2015

Chapter 73

Chen Xifan likes the sunny weather.

Such weather is suitable for flying, but also for watching the sunset.

But during the years of university, it was rainy and gloomy every day in London.

Without sunlight, he often had the illusion that he was about to wither and mold.

Whenever he had a cumulonimbus cloud in his mind, no matter how late it was, he would drive to Eastbourne and take a hike on the White Cliffs to feel the sea breeze through his body.

Later, when I joined the airline, I did not take off in the rain, and when I landed, I also encountered many difficult situations, and even the situation was life-threatening, but every time, I was able to accurately turn the danger into a disaster.

He realized that a long time ago there was a girl who prayed for him so reverently.

There is no bleak wind in spring, and no bitter snow in winter.

He thought, he'd found every rainy day, the boat that crossed his shore.

At this moment, the sun outside the window is just right, the sycamore is full of green, the sky is blue, even the cicadas are reluctant to leave the midsummer, and the melodious chirping floats in.

The wind pours in through the window and through the chest, awakening the pain that has been building up for years.

Chen Xifan stood up, and at that moment, his body was torn, and he seemed to be about to break.

But he didn't care so much, and walked briskly through the living room, through the hallway, and pushed the door into the bedroom.

Qi Xia was still sleeping, she was lying on her side, her body bowed slightly, revealing a fair and quiet sleeping face.

It turned out that he had made her sad for so many years.

How many tears did she shed in those invisible moments?

He's probably the most bastard in the world.

Unable to restrain himself, Chen Xifan did not have time to take off his coat, but only took off his shoes, returned to the bed where he had still warmed up, and hugged the person in his arms.

His movements were a little hurried, and he didn't know the severity, and Qi Xia woke up in a flash.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Qi Xia was sleepy and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Chen Xifan just hugged her and did not answer.

He thought of the yellowed letter, and thought of the time when she had buried more than just a letter, and his heart ached again.

Quietly hugging Qi Xia for a while, Chen Xifan said, "I saw it." ”

"What do you see?"

"Your letter to me."

As soon as she woke up, Qi Xia's mind was still a little confused, she reacted for a while, and was surprised: "The letter buried in the soil? ”

Chen Xifan hummed.

Qi Xia suddenly sobered up, "You got it back?" ”

"A student in the attached school accidentally dug it up, and Mr. Hu sent it to me. You can rest assured, no one has seen it except me. ”

Qi Xia was a little relieved, a little stunned, and said softly: "Actually...... I can't remember the contents of that letter anymore. ”