Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Chapter 237, Mi Jian, is this a coincidence?

The white paper was spread out, Zhang Xuan picked up the pen and started writing without any emotions brewing.

When writing letters to Mi Jian, he never had to entertain emotions. In his two lifetimes, he always seemed to have endless things to say. Even if those words were trivial thoughts, I believe Mi Jian would not dislike them.

Write:

See you soon, be happy when you see the letter.

I used to say that I always wanted to write to you, but when I picked up the pen just now, I realized that this was the first time in my life that I had written to you.

Please forgive me for being such a loud mouthed person.

I am writing to you suddenly this time because I have just experienced a life and death. This time I took the Tu154 passenger plane from Yangcheng to Shanghai...

After describing what happened on the plane in detail, Zhang Xuan paused and then wrote:

It is said that one can decipher everything in the world between life and death, and can achieve profound enlightenment. I think I had an epiphany at the moment when I wrote my suicide note.

You know, at that moment I could only hold 6 people in my mind: my dear mother, my two sisters with completely opposite personalities, my uncle who treated me like his own son, and... and you.

In fact, I have always wanted to tell you a secret. I have dreamed often over the years, often the same dream.

There are only you and me in the dream, and our conversations in the dream are always the same.

The dream scene seems to be decades later, in a cemetery...

In your dream, you murmured to yourself to the tombstone: "Many people ask me if I have no regrets after being single all my life. I tell them that you choose your own path and live a free and unrestrained life. There is nothing to regret."

Then you sighed to me and said, "You know, if I really regret anything, it's that I feel sorry for my mother.

She gave me an excellent face and excellent genes, but they were interrupted by me and could not be passed on. "

Describe the most unforgettable memory from your previous life in the form of a dream.

Zhang Xuan continued to write: I don’t know why I have such a dream, why this dream is so absurd, why I always have the same dream, so that I can’t tell whether it is a dream or reality.

You know, when I was on the plane, I especially wanted to say three words to you. I didn’t want to leave any regrets when I was dying.

But when I wrote this, I committed the old habit again, always restraining myself after a whim, but it doesn't matter, some things are the same whether I say them or not. You are so smart and you have already understood.

I have a lot to say to you, but if I tell you everything, how can I finish writing these letters?

So let’s keep the story short, and let me give you a final reminder: If something unexpected happens to me one day, please don’t refuse my kindness.

After writing the letter, Zhang Xuan checked it again, and then the signature and date were all correct.

Gonggong neatly formatted the letter, and Gonggong neatly placed the pen.

Zhang Xuan rubbed his swollen temples and sighed in his heart: He has been reborn. Logically speaking, he should be blessed with good luck and good luck. He is the son of destiny.

But the fact is that he is not the son of destiny. Damn it, he almost died this time.

Life and death are unpredictable, don’t leave any regrets. This is Zhang Xuan's heart-wrenching realization after leaving the gate of hell.

In fact, it's hypocritical to say it. We've been together for two lifetimes, so there's nothing we can't look away from, right?

But some things are said to be one thing but done in another way. Perhaps this is a common problem among people. They like to find a reason for themselves to be bad people.

Moreover, if he followed the path of his previous life, it would still take many years for Mi Jian's reserved temperament to slowly accept him.

But after experiencing the plane incident, he has seen through it. He doesn't know which one will come first, good or bad. He is not the protagonist of this world. He does not have the aura of luck shrouded by gods and gods. When encountering something unusual, he still has to do whatever he wants. .

I don’t want to wait any longer. I am so busy now and I will definitely have to fly frequently in the future. What if there is an accident?

Fold Yomi's letter, take out a spare registered letter from the drawer, put the letter in, seal the opening with glue, and affix the stamp.

Think for a while...

Zhang Xuan's eyes fell on the suicide note again. After thinking about it, he took a new piece of paper and started writing a letter to Lilith.

In the past, he would never have taken the initiative to write a letter to this Huniu, because it was a clear way to get into trouble.

Because this is tantamount to giving the other party steps, Lilith will definitely seize the opportunity to make further progress.

But after this incident, what else can’t be figured out...

Xiaoxiao filled two pages of the letter, and he didn't bother to check it, so he folded it and put it in the envelope.

Lock the door, take the umbrella and go downstairs.

When he was about to go down the stone steps, Lao Deng shouted: "Zhang Xuan, where are you going?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "Send a letter."

Lao Deng asked: "Have you had dinner?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "No."

Lao Deng extended an invitation: "Send the letter and reply quickly. Come to my place for some food later."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand, glanced at Lu Ni next to him and refused: "No, I have been full of love recently, and I am not suitable to get along with bachelors like you."

Lu Ni laughed angrily, stared at his back and scolded: "Zhang Xuan, you are itchy, right?"

Zhang Xuan replied cheerfully: "If you have the energy, don't rush me. Think about how to help Lao Deng get out of singles. By the way, you can also help yourself."

Lu Ni stamped her feet: "Zhang Xuan, get back here."

Zhang Xuan smiled and waved again and left.

After running outside the school, Zhang Xuan mailed two letters first.

Then eat spicy beef noodles and drink some soup, which will make your whole body warm and comfortable.

When I returned to school, I bought a bag of Shuangling's favorite fruits from the fruit stall, carried them through the north gate in a hurry, and rushed to the accounting class.

When approaching the small auditorium, Zhang Xuan suddenly heard a voice.

"Wen Hui, this "White Deer Plain" was given to my uncle by Mr. Chen Zhongshi. You can see that it is signed by Mr. Chen Zhongshi. I know you like to read this book, so I will give it to you today."

A young man with myopic glasses and a middle-parted comb was chatting around Wen Hui. He looked surprisingly good.

Wen Hui politely refused: "Sorry, I do like Mr. Chen's books, but I already have the signed copy. You can keep it for yourself."

Hearing what Wen Hui said, the boy looked regretful, then opened the book and said, "I also like this book, but there are some parts in the text that I don't understand thoroughly. Can you help me analyze it?"

Wen Hui took a step back without leaving a trace: "I'm sorry, it's getting late, I have to go."

The boy closed the book and said hurriedly: "Then let me give it to you. A girl at night is not safe."

Wen Hui took a step back and refused again: "No, the person to pick me up has already arrived."

Zhang Xuan, "..."

I wanted to stand and watch a show, but I didn't expect that I would be taken advantage of.

When Wenhui walked to Zhang Xuan, she stood there quietly and motionless. The boy who was following him hesitated and stopped, staring at Zhang Xuan and looking up and down for a while, and then left with a confused look on his face.

Seeing the boy leave sadly, Zhang Xuan asked jokingly: "Admirer?"

Wen Hui smiled brightly and didn't answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Zhang Xuan took a step forward and asked, "It's already dark, why are you here?"

Wen Hui followed to the teaching building and replied: "Rehearse the program in the small auditorium."

"How come I don't know about the activities of the hospital?"

"It's not a management activity, it's a school chorus."

"Piano playing?"

"Um."

"Where are Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu? Why didn't they accompany you this time?"

"Recently, the instructors and student unions are strict about their attendance. They study in the evening."

At this point, the two of them suddenly didn't know what to say, and fell into silence as they walked.

When he was about to arrive at the teaching building, Zhang Xuan thought of something and suddenly asked: "Do you have a signed copy of "White Deer Plain"?"

Wen Hui smiled knowingly and replied, "No."

"Then have you read this book?"

"Yeah, I read it three times."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan turned around and said, "That's because I really like it."

Wen Hui was confused, slightly raised her head to look at him, and nodded lightly.

Zhang Xuan continued walking, "Have you seen "The Wind"?"

Wen Hui stared at his back in confusion, then thought for a moment and asked: "What is "The Sound of the Wind"? Is it a new literary work?"

Zhang Xuan almost staggered and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

I don’t want to talk to her this week, and I don’t want to talk to this woman next month.

Damn, that's so shocking.

Arriving at the accounting class, Zhang Xuan opened the door and sat down next to Du Shuangling in a familiar manner under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes.

Putting the fruit on the ground, Zhang Xuan snatched her paper and pen and wrote: Report, I'm back.

Du Shuangling read it and wrote with concern: Did the trip go smoothly?

Zhang Xuan replied: It went well, I just miss you a little.

Du Shuangling's face felt a little hot. She glanced around with her peripheral vision and wrote happily: How much do you want?

Zhang Xuan wrote: How much do you think? This cannot be described in words. Are you going to rent a house with me now, or are you going to meet me tonight?

Du Shuangling's face instantly became hot, and she wrote resentfully: You don't love me.

Zhang Xuan was stunned, and he counted with his fingers. Oops, Comrade Shuangling's relatives came today. No, they should have come yesterday.

Depressing!

He came here with high spirits and returned with no joy. The old man was deliberately in low spirits.

"Mi Jian, your letter!"

At noon, Mi Jian returned to the dormitory after class. Not long after she sat down, a roommate came in from outside and handed her a letter.

Mi Jian didn't sleep well last night and was a little sleepy now. But the next second I thought of something, I stood up, took the letter, looked at it and walked out of the dormitory.

This was the first time my roommate saw this happening. Then she turned her head and said to the others: "Girls, my intuition tells me that something is wrong."

Another immediately asked: "Where did it come from?"

"CUHK."

"That must be a handsome guy."

"Why do you say that."

"Because CUHK is worse than our Peking University..."

"..."

"..."

Mi Jian didn't know what the heated chat was about in the dormitory.

She found a deserted lawn, sat down, and began to carefully read the cover of the registered letter.

After staring at the familiar handwriting on the envelope for a while, the sleepiness on his face seemed to dissipate a lot.

Start opening the letter.

There are three pieces of letter paper.

The content of the first piece of paper was written by Zhang Xuan about the plane crash.

Halfway through, Mi Jian squeezed the letter hard with her fingers, almost losing her grip on the letter.

After calming down his mind, Mi Jian forced himself to continue reading.

Time passed slowly. When he finished reading the first piece of letter, Mi Jian suddenly stood up and touched every pocket on his body, but couldn't find the IC card.

Then he hurried back to the dormitory. After finding the IC card in his bag, he hurried again and came to an empty phone booth.

Insert card, dial...

Start making phone calls to Mr. Zhang Xuan to rent an apartment.

But after a series of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, ding" series of numbers, when her finger pressed the last "pound" key, she suddenly stopped again.

Mijian stopped.

He stood in silence at the phone booth for a few minutes, then quietly took out his IC card.

Returning to the grass, he took out the letter from his pocket and began to read the second page of the letter.

The second page of the letter contains not many words. It writes about my state of mind when I had the enlightenment on the plane, as well as my thoughts and will at that moment.

After Mi Jian finished reading, he saw no movement for a long time.

There is no movement in the hands, no movement in the feet, no movement in the body, no movement in the eyes, as if the breath has frozen. From a close look, it looks like the person in the painting, but from a distance, it looks like a bottle of statue.

Like this, I don’t know how long it took, but it was a long time anyway...

At a certain moment, Mi Jian came to his senses and switched to the third page of letter paper.

On the last piece of paper, Zhang Xuan wrote a dream, a cemetery scene.

This time Mi saw it much more smoothly and almost finished reading it in one breath.

But after reading it, Mi Jian's mood became more complicated.

I read it carefully three times.

The state of mind also changed three times.

Mi Jian finally hugged his knees with both hands and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the face at CUHK under the same sky, and the "horoscope" she saw years ago.

The fortune teller told her: Flowers will bloom again one day, and young people are impermanent. There is an obstacle between you and the person of your choice. If you cannot overcome this obstacle, you will easily end up alone.

And in Zhang Xuan's dream: he is single all his life.

Die alone…

Single...

Two people, two mouths, one meaning.

Is this a coincidence?

Mi Jian hugged his knees and stayed on the grass all afternoon, always thinking about the "suicide note" in his mind.

There is a question that comes over and over in my mind: There is an obstacle between you and the person of your choice. If you cannot overcome this obstacle, you will easily end up alone...

The night is getting darker and the lanterns are starting to turn on.

Mi Jian returned to the dormitory, found a letter that had been used only once and had been dusty for a long time from the drawer, and put it in his bag.

Then put a pen and a book.

When the drawer was halfway closed, Mi Jian paused, opened it again, reached into the innermost corner, and took out a paper-wrapped candy.

This paper-wrapped candy is made of green colored paper. I hold it in my hand and put it quietly in my pocket.

At this time, a roommate asked: "Mi Jian, are you going to the library?"

Mi Jian closed the drawer and replied, "Yes, do you want to come with us?"

The roommate shook the book in his hand and said proudly: "It goes without saying, how have you missed me?"

Mi Jian smiled charmingly, and the two of them left the dormitory side by side and went to the library.

On the way, my roommate asked: "Are you okay today?"

Mi Jian replied: "It's okay."

The roommate didn’t believe it, “Is it really okay?”

"Well, it's okay." Mi Jian said.

The roommate still didn't believe it, so he held her arm and said, "You never missed class before. But this afternoon you missed four classes in a row. When the teacher called on you, I shouted "arrive" for you. I'm such a good person."

Mi Jian smiled and said: "Good man, thank you."

The roommate asked jokingly: "How can I thank you?"

Mi Jian said: "I'll treat you to dinner."

The roommate shook his head, "Okay, hee hee, I'll shout "I'm here" for you next time, oh~ just feel free to miss class, and just call your lover."

Mi Jian pursed his lips, then smiled.

ps: The airplane incident was found on Zhihu. It was not fabricated. It did happen. As for the parachute, it was also the memory of the old man in the story.

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