my naughty female president

Snow!Finally stopped!

A night of heavy snow has wrapped the whole world in white!

White, everything is white...

Like the white silk on Anne's coffin!

The whole world seems to be silently mourning for Anne... After it hurt my Anne mercilessly, I will confess to her...

I hardly know how I accompanied Annie's body back to the small town from the county hospital!My soul seems to have gone to the endless void with Annie, and what is left is just a body!
I put Anne's coffin in the silversmith's shop.Wei Lai is not here, I have already asked Dabin to take her to Boss Li's house in advance, and entrusted him to take care of Wei Lai for me temporarily. She knew her Aunt Anne was dead...

People from the town who I knew well came to worship one after another, they were silent, they showed sadness, they wanted to comfort me, but they all hesitated to speak...

They know that all words of comfort are futile for me, and they know that this kind of pain will never heal, so they chose to remain silent!
When the night was thick, the worshipers had already left, and I was like a puppet who couldn't even treat them to a meal!

Everyone left, and I was the only one in the empty mourning hall.I was afraid that Wei Lai would be scared if he didn't see me all day, so I asked Dabin to stay with her!

I stroked Anne's coffin, and suddenly felt that the world was so cold that my fingers almost lost their sense of touch!

I wanted to see Anne again, but the coffin was closed, and I suddenly realized that I would never see Anne again!My heart suddenly became extremely sad, and I fell on Annie's coffin, crying out in pain!

it's late...

The severe cold of the night made my remaining soul gradually wake up from the numbness, and I suddenly realized that I still have things to do!

So I walked alone through the creaking snow to Annie's bar!I want to clear out Anne's belongings before she is buried, and I want to know if there is anything dear to her that needs to be buried with her...

Gently pushing away Anne's room, a familiar smell floated out of it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, because I knew that this smell would only get weaker and weaker in this room without the owner...

I turned on the light silently!The small room was a bit deserted, and the wind blowing in from the door made the photos hanging in the room shake slightly.Looking at my sad or happy expression in the photos, my heart is full of sad memories...

I stepped into the room and came to Anne's desk. A camera was quietly placed on the desk. It was the Canon camera I gave her many years ago, and it still looks brand new!
Under the camera is a photo that she has not had time to seal. This is her last work in the world...

In the photo, I was sitting quietly on the stone bench in the monastery, my face was slightly covered by my messy hair, I looked at Wei Lai in front of me with a half-smile, she was holding a porcelain bowl and feeding The group of wild pigeons, the flock of pigeons surrounded her and bowed their heads to peck...

This is her last photo, and it is still her unchanging theme...

I gently opened the first drawer of the desk, and there was a stack of photos inside. I picked it up and looked at it carefully. In each photo, Annie was standing solemnly, but the background was different...

I looked at the stack of photos one by one, and my mood gradually became distant. She stood beside an old tree full of khatas at the Tanggula Pass, she stood beside the boundary marker engraved with Nepalese characters, and she stood beside the Red River On the edge of the meadow with wildflowers...

She has even been to Lop Nur, the Himalayas, Bayinbulak, and crossed the Taklamakan Desert with a camel caravan...

Only then did I realize that Anne had traveled such a long distance and visited such distant places in these years, places I had never even dreamed of!

I know that it is not dreams that support her through these difficult journeys, but the despair from the bottom of her heart. Perhaps only in this way can she be less sensitive to the sadness in her heart and temporarily forget the ties in her heart...

I can even foresee how she completed such an arduous journey, because I saw her face with dry skin and chapped lips on the saline-alkali land in Lop Nur, I saw her face black and purple with cold in the Himalayan Camp No. [-], I saw her In the Taklamakan Desert with a face covered with a veil, a funnel-shaped tornado is in the distance...

I opened the second drawer again!There are several thick diaries inside...

I opened the title page, on which was written the start and end times of this diary.

I flipped a page casually, and it was written in beautiful pen writing: "November [-], [-], overcast. Today is my birthday, but what I want to talk about is not my birthday, but the date I met. There was a boy in the class who had never spoken before, his name was Wei Jinsheng.

"I met him that night when I passed by the small park in front of the classroom dormitory building. I have never seen a person so sad before. His sadness made me unconsciously want to get closer. When I walked by him My footsteps stopped uncontrollably, he sat quietly on the flower pond and gnawed on the steamed buns. Although he didn't make a sound, I knew he was crying!
"His appearance made me a little distressed. I handed him the cake in my hand, but he knocked it over. He yelled at me angrily: 'Should the poor be bullied? I don't want you to be pitiful!'

"I don't know why he said such a thing, I don't know what happened to him, but his appearance scared me, so I ran away..."

This diary ends here!

Of course I remember, it was the time when my mother gave me living expenses when I was in the third year of high school. She brought a basket of eggs saved at home to the city to sell for more money, but was confiscated by the urban management!

After I sent my mother away that night, I went back to school feeling extremely sad. I sat in the small garden in front of the teachers’ dormitory sadly and angrily, gnawing on a cold steamed bun my mother gave me!

I met Annie at that time. I clearly remember that day she was wearing a blue sarong and her long hair was tied into a ponytail. When she came to me, she stood in front of me hesitantly, and then she Handing me a box in her hand, she said, "Wei Jinsheng, today is my birthday, I'll give you this piece of cake!"

Although Annie is my classmate, I have never talked to her before. From my limited understanding of her, I know that she is a rich girl. This is from the calmness and calmness of her dress and gestures. The temperament of self-confidence can be seen.

Anne is beautiful and has excellent grades. It seems that everyone likes her, but all of them do not include me. I grew up in poverty and I have an innate dislike for the rich. Things escalated to the extreme after that!
I knocked over the cake she handed over, looked up at her angrily, and said the sentence mentioned in her diary.

This is the first sentence I said to Annie...

……

I slowly turned to the next page, and a sycamore leaf was quietly lying on the page. The moment this sycamore leaf came into view, my tears poured down again, and my body trembled so much that I could hardly stand up...

"November [-], [-], overcast.

"My birthday has passed, but today I received another birthday present. This gift is very special. It is a sycamore leaf. I never thought that people would give a sycamore leaf as a gift, but it makes me happy !
"I didn't even expect the person who gave me the gift to be Wei Jinsheng, who just talked to me for the first time last night. He knocked over my cake last night. I thought he must hate me, but I didn't expect him to give me a gift. I present.

"This really makes me happy!"

……

This sycamore leaf was made into a specimen by Annie. Although it had been dry for many years, it was still intact, not even a sharp corner was damaged!

I can even clearly see the handwriting I wrote on this sycamore leaf:...May you have a wonderful autumn...

……

After I knocked over the cake that Annie handed over that night, Annie stood there for a while, then squatted down to pick up the smashed piece of cake on the ground, and walked away silently without saying a word.

Anne's silence made me regret it for a moment. I thought she was kind-hearted, but she just happened to be affected by my inferiority complex and hatred of the rich. How innocent is she?

I turned my head to look at her, she had already walked away, her back looked a little thin under the light of the street lamp, my heart suddenly softened, I wanted to call her to stop, but I didn't have the courage!
I saw a sycamore leaf gently detached from the treetop, drifting down slowly, just landed on Anne's shoulder, stayed for a while and then fell to the ground.It's just that Annie didn't notice...

I picked up this leaf and looked up at the sycamore tree. The tree was already bare, but this leaf was the last fallen leaf.This leaf seems to be waiting for her here, to make up her back when she passes by...

So I picked up the leaf, and I put it in Anne's desk the next morning when no one came.I wrote on the leaf with a pen: When you left last night, I saw this leaf gently fall on your shoulder. It seemed to be waiting for you, but you didn’t realize it. I gave it to you, wishing You have a wonderful fall!

……

"November [-], [-], sunny.

"I'm so happy, because I stood behind Wei Jinsheng when I was queuing up to get food today. Although he didn't look back, I knew he knew I was standing behind him. A little bit, you're too skinny!'

"This is the first time he took the initiative to talk to me, and his voice is so nice!"

……

"December [-], [-], snow

"I feel like I've fallen in love with that person. What should I do? What should I do? Why am I happy whenever I see him? Why do I feel lost whenever he's out of sight? God! What should I do? I Should I confess to him? But he doesn't seem to like me, will he reject me? Wei Jinsheng! Wei Jinsheng! Do you know that a girl has fallen in love with you!"

……

I flipped through Annie's diary one by one, and at first she would write down some other things.In the end, it was almost all me...

Her happiness, her sadness, her throbbing, her sadness... The trivial bits and pieces are all me...

In a diary entry on April [-], [-], she wrote:
"I came to my brother's hometown today, and my brother's mother passed away...

"When I found my brother, he was sitting alone by my mother's grave. He looked so helpless. At that moment, I swore that I would take care of him for the rest of my life. This man made my heart ache!

"He said to me with tears in his eyes: 'No one calls him a dog boy anymore! Never again!'

"I really want to tell him, if he agrees, I'm willing to call him that!
"Brother, will I take care of you when your mother is gone?"

……

I suddenly thought of what Annie said to me when she was dying: "Brother, can I call you Gouwaer? Gouwaer, Gouwaer..."

It turns out that Annie's love for me has long been beyond love. Her love for me is more like the love and care of a mother for a child, and she never expects anything in return...

I looked at those slightly yellowed pages, from old to new, each one was as thick as a bible!It’s just that Annie’s Bible doesn’t have Christ, it’s just me…

It turned out that I had already become the God who controlled her destiny at that time...

Annie, Annie...