In the lazy spring afternoon, she opened the envelope in her hand.
【Yours sincerely, Miss Miyamoto:】
【Wang Zhanxin and Shu Mei】
[It’s a cold winter day, are you okay? I’m sorry for writing to you suddenly. Please forgive me for being rude. It would be a great honor for me to be able to appreciate your elegance at night.]
[When I first saw her, I was startled by the phantom. I still recall her beautiful face, and my thoughts are hard to calm down day and night.]
[When I think of you when I am busy, I feel like the waves hitting the rocks; when I think of you when I am free, I feel like the falling leaves in the courtyard.]
【Looking at the sun, the day brings spring thoughts, poverty cannot destroy the light you bring to me.】
[When I dream at night, I always dream of wings flying upward, and the stars on the night sky are all your eyes.]
【Unconsciously dreaming, waking up from the dream and wandering; being alone, feeling sad.】
[When I miss you at the intersection of day and night, I wonder if you can feel this love?]
[Haha, such a sudden revelation of feelings is really unspeakable, and my face is completely red. To this day, I am still an unknown novelist. I have been writing novels for many years, but I am still empty-handed. But I heard that you The recent news must be more difficult for you than me, so I am sending you two thousand yen with this letter. Please accept this shabby feeling.】
[The name of the new work is "The Great Gatsby". Can it be sold to support the family? To be honest, I am not sure, but I am eager to get something. This will give me the courage to approach you. 】
[Ms. Miyamoto, happiness depends on your choice. Untie the shackles of your soul. You are like a sweet flower. Please let yourself grow like a flower... Please spread your wings and release yourself. 】
[The words here are all from the bottom of my heart; if you don’t like it, you can avoid it]
[It’s cold in spring, so take care of yourself]
[I will send you a letter later]
Signature: [Mr. Shi Shen]
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Yukiko Miyamoto put down the envelope and blinked.
The smooth white floor was suffused with moisture, water was dripping from the faucet in the kitchen, and the flower bags on the branches outside the window were in full bloom, covered with a layer of shy pink spring by the afternoon sun.
The glass is soft and light, and the floating dust is brilliant.
The weather is as beautiful as a kiss.
Miyamoto Yukiko lowered her head, stared at the elegant handwriting on the letter, and smiled slightly.
These sentences made her sincerely marvel at them, her heartstrings were gently touched, a warm breath overflowed from her chest, and she felt comfortable all over her body.
I really want to copy it and use it as a bookmark, Miyamoto Yukiko thought in her heart.
"Who wrote the letter?" Yuxian Zhisheng washed an apple for her.
"A novelist." Xuezi took the apple, took a bite, and whispered with a red face.
"Can I take a look?"
"It's possible, but you can't understand it."
"It doesn't hurt to take a look." Yu Xian took the envelope and read it over.
"What a talented man," he said, and handed the letter back.
"That's right! Very talented! I'm dreaming, and I'm wandering when I wake up; I'm alone and sad. He's talking about himself, and it's like he's talking about me." Miyamoto Yukiko covered the envelope to her heart, feeling as if she had found it. Smiling preciously.
"Most of the sweet words spoken by novelists are false, but don't be fooled by their nonsense." Yu Xian made himself a cup of coffee and said.
"Are you envious of other people's talents?" Yukiko Miyamoto said with a narrow smile.
"A bit." Yuxian said naively.
She liked the words of the letter very much, but she was not very interested in the writer.
When I was a girl, I also received many love letters. Some of them were kept for a long time and I don’t know where they went. Some of them were opened with the intention of being naughty and fun, and there were beautiful sentences.
She excerpted them, but the final fate of these love letters was that they were thrown into the trash can. At that time, she was interested in sweet words, but not at all interested in this group of peers.
It was the same now. After seeing this letter, she remembered her youth and girlhood, and couldn't help but become playful. She wanted to tease Yu Xian's childishness and see his reaction.
"I didn't expect that besides you, there is another person in this world who cares about me so much, and he is also a novelist. Although I like reading, I have never been in contact with anyone who is a novelist." Xuezi deliberately pulled me.
Long tone, sneaking a peek at his reaction.
"So, do you want to give it a try?"
"If you are disobedient in the future and always make me angry, there is no harm in giving it a try." Xuezi folded the letter and put it on the table.
Then she picked up the envelope, took out the two thousand yen contained in it, held it in her fingers, and showed it to him in a show-off manner.
"You are such a pauper. You dare to use this little money to show your shame." Yu Xian said naively.
"Don't say that to me. What if his novels become popular in the future? I won't be rich by then, and there won't be many men with such true temperament in society anymore," said Xuezi.
"That's true." Yu Xian nodded naively.
"If you want the money, return it to him tomorrow. I will never use his money. I can earn it myself." Xuezi stuffed the money into the envelope again.
Then she looked at the mailing address and was stunned.
The mailing address field was empty, and I only knew that it was sent from Daping Street in Narita District. As a result, I couldn't even write a thank you letter, let alone send the money back.
"Although ants are small, they are still meat. Just keep the money. Who makes that novelist admire you?" Yu Xian said naively.
Yukiko Miyamoto shook her head.
"There's no need to be so rigid. Our family is so short of money now. If we meet that guy one day in the future, wouldn't it be nice to return the money we earned to him, along with the interest. Besides, it's only two thousand yen.
Fortunately, that guy had the nerve to send it over."
This is the original intention of my writing, to help you bit by bit.
Miyamoto Yukiko hesitated for a while, then shook her head.
Yu Xian was so childish that the hand holding the coffee was shaking.
This big girl is really stubborn and scary.
"Besides, if that guy..."
"Please don't call him that, childish, where are your manners?" Miyamoto Yukiko interrupted him.
Yu Xian naive blinked his eyes, took a sip of coffee, and stopped talking.
Miyamoto Yukiko leaned on the sofa, picked up the apple, bit and chewed it gently, tilted her head thoughtfully, and swayed leisurely with her two long legs on the coffee table.
"If he is really popular in the future, do you plan to marry him?" After a while, Yu Xian asked softly.
"Isn't it good to marry him? If I can write novels and become famous, I can make a lot of money and have a status in society. Even if I don't learn figure skating from you, I will be able to live the life of a rich wife in the future and play golf with him every day.
He plays golf, and is picked up and dropped off by luxury cars when he goes out. Moreover, my husband is a novelist, so he is very respectable when it comes to public relations.”
Xuezi was a little angry. She didn't understand why Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly asked such a question. Did he not trust him so much? Since you asked, I will answer it for you. You want to cause trouble, right? Let's see who is angry with whom.
"But you don't plan to get married?"
"I changed my mind."
"Then you must give birth to the other person's child, right?"
"Live, live! It's none of your business!"
"you sure?"
"I am sure!"
"Xuezi, are you still angry about what happened in the morning?" Yuxian sighed childishly, "So by saying these nonsense, do you want to force me to work hard and make progress? Don't you feel that you are childish?"
"Huh." Miyamoto Yukiko turned her head.
As long as you know.
"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, it's really boring." Yukiko Miyamoto got up from the sofa and rummaged for something in front of the TV cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
"lighter."
"What to do with a lighter?"
"Burn the letter." Yukiko Miyamoto said without looking back.
Yu Xian was startled and put down the coffee cup in his hand: "Why did you burn the letter?"
"You don't really think that a letter from a stranger can impress me, do you? A thousand or ten thousand letters are useless."
"I've told you before. I don't plan to marry anyone in this life. It's enough to grow up with you. To be honest, the sentences in this letter are really good. I want you to copy them by hand.
It helped me filter out that novelist's atmosphere, but after thinking about it, I decided not to do it."
"People have to face life, right?"
"It is indeed beautiful, but to me, only you, the child, are real."
"I am your only one, have you forgotten?"
"So just burn it. I don't want to believe the nonsense the novelist said."
Yukiko Miyamoto stood up with great effort, "You said please spread your wings and release yourself to your heart's content... If you stand in front of me, I really want to beat this gangster up."
She has been sleeping soundly and eating well these past few days, her belly has grown, and she has lifted up her dress a little.
"Hiccup~" She gasped and hiccupped suddenly.
This is caused by standing up immediately after squatting for a while, and is almost a common trouble for fat women.
Yu Xian immediately collapsed on the sofa with a childish smile.
Miyamoto Yukiko came over angrily, picked up the cushion and threw it on him: "Don't laugh at me."
"I know, I know, giggle~" Yu Xian continued laughing while hugging the soft cushion.
"But you didn't eat much for lunch?"
"Well, it's too expensive. I won't eat there in the future."
"Xuezi, who used to take you there?"
"My grandfather, father, and mother all took me there. I was still young at that time. I just thought it was delicious and I remembered it. Do you think it tastes good? Which one is there for lunch?"
"I think it's not as delicious as the instant noodles you make."
"Thank you, I'm very happy." Yukiko Miyamoto said.
"Thank you for making me happy. If you are happy, I will only be happier than you." Yu Xian said naively, "When I grow up and make money, can I take you there too?"
"I will be happy to keep the appointment." Xuezi said.
The warm afternoon sun was shining on the floor, and the two people suddenly stopped talking.
But just sitting there, not talking, is very beautiful.
"Xuezi, why don't we think we are borrowing money from him?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Didn't this guy say that he will send letters again? Maybe he will send money next time. Then we will keep the money and put the letters aside without reading them. If I can't make any money in the future,
As for the money, we won’t give him the money. If I can make a lot of money in the future, we will return the money to him.”
——Although it’s still my money after you turn it around.
And you can feel free to use this money to pay off debts. If you pay off a debt, I will find a way to get the money back. You will be soft-hearted to those scoundrels, but I won't, I will let them count.
Return it.
"Children."
"Um?"
"I don't think it's like you to be able to say such things." Xuezi said seriously.
Yu Xian's childish eyes blinked, shrank back, and then they all muttered, "What's the point?"
Miyamoto Yukiko sat back on the sofa, pulled the paper tube, picked up the lighter and prepared to burn the letter.
"Are we really going to burn it?" Yuxian Zhisheng thought she was joking.
"Yeah." Yukiko Miyamoto nodded.
From the bottom of her heart, she liked these beautiful words very much, but it would be better if the novelist wrote these words to other women, so that she could copy them down for her collection with peace of mind.
She doesn't want to be the heroine in other people's hearts, which will make her very unhappy.
Even she found this strange. Watching the handsome male protagonist on TV buy a rose for the female protagonist, she would applaud happily. Seeing two people getting engaged, she would be sincerely happy. Seeing two people elope despite the pressure of their elders.
, she would open a can of beer and cheer.
But if it is a handsome male protagonist who gives her flowers.
She would probably kick him into the ditch with a blank look on his face.
There are such strange human beings in this world. When they see others falling in love, they laugh like fools. When they fall in love, their days are like a waste of time. They wish they could break up right after they started dating. Every time the other party sends a text message, they wish they could forget each other.
Find me and give me a good beating. Please don't disturb my single aristocratic life. Please stay away.
All I can say is that I still don’t love it enough.
After all, there are so many people in the world, and the one with the same soul can only be one among billions. Many people are like this, falling in love for no apparent reason, getting married in a haphazard manner, and then living under the same roof under the pretext of love.
It's just that after living together for a long time, we will feel very good.
Happiness itself is not something difficult to find, but most of the time happiness is not what people expect. People cannot always ignore the people around them because of what they want to pursue.
Yukiko Miyamoto understands this very well.
That's why I decided to be a colorless person.
Colorless and transparent.
You don’t need to outline your life in advance.
Just enjoy the moment.
When it rains, it rains; when there is wind, it blows.
With my feather baby.
Yukiko Miyamoto pressed the lighter and started burning the letter without hesitation.
The letter paper was gradually engulfed in flames.
Yu Xian's childlike childish eyes reflected the sparks, and he stared at the waste in the trash can. He couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
He couldn't say whether he was happy or disappointed, but he did see that this big girl who valued herself more than her life only wanted to raise herself well, and she would never fall in love with anyone in her life.
I won't send the letter, because it will be burned anyway.
Just protect her well from now on.
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PS. Have you eaten enough sweets? Let’s have fun playing piano tomorrow.
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