svetikya Chapter 521 Letters He Wrote at Different Times
Chapter 521 Letters He Wrote at Different Times
"Oh, of course I know you're not coming for me." Wendy smiled and once again played a different ballad, reciting stories from the past.
"Thank you very much..." I was very happy that the other party could understand me. After all, with my personality, even if I was not understood, there was nothing I could do about it. I always spoke badly to people close to me because I would not suffer any punishment if I said so to people close to me.
For those who are close to you, it is like this. Those who are close to you can know all your pain and beauty, can know the arrival of tomorrow, can know everything, but everything contains a concept...
If you often say bad things to the person you like, one day they will leave you.
Humans are not machines. Their ability to interpret pain has its limits. When in prolonged pain, humans will always do irrational things.
The old nursery rhyme ended, and the time for sadness should also end. Thinking that I should know every citizen, I asked, "Did my Lord of Lawrence leave me a letter?"
"Oh? Of course! Don't worry, the letter will be kept by the wind elf, so it is the best preserved one~" The letter that was not spoken was almost burned by the flames. It was really strange, why would this letter be hidden in such a deep place?
Those guys didn't want to look through the body, which resulted in the letter not being found.
The letter was hidden, but the emotion was not hidden well.
I gently touched the strange fire mark with my fingers... It was very beautiful and I didn't want to open it.
This is a letter that will never be opened. What a wonderful ending to the story...
No wonder such an ending would be criticized as a bad ending...
Use your fingernail to slowly open the envelope, trying not to damage the outside as much as possible.
When I see the beautiful letter paper in front of me, I always sigh, "It's so beautiful! You are indeed the child I taught. Your handwriting is so beautiful..."
In fact, I don’t want to pay attention to this unreal feeling, it is too unforgettable.
Finally, I have praised everything that can be praised, praising the beauty of happiness, praising the beauty of these words, praising the dense and careful efforts, praising everything...
Finally I had to watch it carefully.
Seeing you in person:
I learned this phrase from the neighboring country because I thought you might like it. I'm sorry, I don't want to address you in a respectful tone now.
We haven't seen each other for so long, and I just can't believe that the person who died inexplicably could be yours. Maybe he's somewhere?
Maybe it's because I am indeed a bad kid... I am indeed not a good kid. I have my own ambitions and things I want to do. Along the way, I have unknowingly hurt innocent people.
I want to write this letter very long, but I don't seem to have enough time to write it.
I write this letter again, now I am writing it in the tone of a 25-year-old. I can’t remember how many years it has been since I last wrote this letter. I seem to miss you more and more… Now that I am gradually growing up, I understand how rare it is to prove myself to you in life. If there is really someone like you, or if I haven’t seen him for more than ten years?
I miss you more and more as time goes by. It surges into my dreams like a tide. I have dreamed of you many times. Alas... I seem to believe their words a little bit.
As I write this letter, I am now 45 years old.
Do you know who my last lover was? Yes, it was that lovely girl! After so long, I still fell in love with my lover at first sight. Our reunion at that time was also very beautiful, but unfortunately we were not so interested for long. I can only briefly describe the story. It was probably about an assassination attempt, the other party saved me, and then we fell in love with each other...
Of course, I don’t meet my lover very often, because he/she is a free bird. Even if he/she is willing to return to the nest temporarily, he/she will eventually yearn to fly to a higher and wider blue sky.
But it doesn’t matter, those stories are indeed interesting, and he would share letters with me from time to time. By the way, she and I have two children. One chose to accompany her to the outside world, and the other prefers the tranquility of home.
"It sounds so beautiful..." When I saw this sentence, I couldn't help but sigh. If the ending of the story is beautiful, it won't be so hard to accept and sad...
Calm down a little, just like when you see a very exciting part in a book, you need to slow down before continuing reading.
Teacher... This should be the last time I write this letter. I have just retired and I am 65 years old. To be honest, this is considered a relatively long age. Even if you are still alive now, you must be very old, right?
Teacher, I miss you very much...Alice misses you too...Do you remember? I saved many, many people and made everyone happy. Have I done well enough?
It's a pity that the child didn't choose to be like me in the end, but I am also glad for it, after all, he was able to bravely choose his own life...
In fact, there is no need to become something... This is what you said at that time. To be honest, I was not sure whether this sentence was correct before, but now I believe it.
Maybe people who have nothing in common can also be brave enough, right?
Thank you very much... In this long life, it is enough to have a brief encounter with you. Thank you very much for your teachings and your company...
At last……
Good night……
My dearest teacher...
At the bottom right of the letter, there was a line of small words written: That disrespectful student... Donoyamon
"When I feel unhappy, I will take out this letter and read it over and over again." Looking at the guy next to him, he smiled slightly, "After all, the emotion in this letter is too beautiful..."
"It does look like a good letter... Fortunately I stayed."
"Luckily I stayed...Luckily I really stayed..." He put the letter in the lining of his clothes and stood up. He felt a little dizzy because he had been squatting for too long. He lost his balance and accidentally knocked his head against the tombstone. He felt the pain only later. Emotions and pain had become numb...
"Are you okay?" Looking at the concerned expression, he shook his head. The next moment, the wound had recovered as before. For this scene, the other party was a little better than he had imagined, at least not in a terrible state.