Dear girl

December 2016, 12.

At 10:30 in the morning, Song Xinci came out of the Yangchuan Daily Building and walked into a nearby Apple store. Without saying a word, she pointed to the experience machine on the display cabinet. The staff looked inquiringly, and she nodded wearily.

It was only when I made the payment that I realized that Lao Song had suspended her supplementary card, so I should have thought of it.Song Xinci borrowed the staff's mobile phone to call Xu Lang.

Xu Lang's mobile phone number has not changed for ten years, and he is familiar with it.

Xu Lang has been watching the news for the past few days and has been wanting to contact Song Xinci. When he received the call, he rushed over immediately.

After paying the money, he looked at Song Xinci worriedly: "Go to the hospital first."

Song Xinci waved his hand at him: "work-work-room."

"You don't want to die." Xu Lang squeezed her arm, pulled Song Xinci into the car without any explanation, and sent him to the hospital.

Song Xinci didn't have much strength, so he thought about going to the hospital first, and stared out the car window in a daze along the way.

Pharyngitis, the doctor said that if it came later, it would endanger the vocal cords. Although a small operation can fix it, it is undoubtedly a bad news for Song Xinci.

But, fortunately, it came in time. Song Xinci hung up two bottles of water, and his throat felt much more comfortable.

Xu Lang bought her a meal outside and came back, sat on the side and patted her on the shoulder: "It's okay, boss, the big deal is a long-term resistance war. I don't believe that Uncle Song can kill you."

Coming out of the closet was long forgotten by Song Xinci. Song Xinci took a sip of porridge and said, "Brother Lang, do me a favor."

"Despite your orders."

Song Xinci usually spent a lot of money, but under the old Song's policy, he didn't dare to let go of his hands and feet to become a singer and answer announcements. One song is not enough to buy a speaker.I don't know who drove the car away, and I took a taxi with tens of dollars all over my body, and there are still a few steel coins left.

That guy Zhang Yan adopted the strategy of selling at low prices as soon as he came up. Song's Hosiery continued to lose money, and it was reversing every month.Not only that, Zhang Ya is still stretching the front line and making clothing. According to her estimation, it will start to make a profit in about half a year, and it will guarantee a return of capital in less than three months.

As for the investment company controlled by Song's Hosiery Industry, Lao Song has not transferred the shares, so it is currently an empty shell.

Although there is no liquid capital, there are other movable assets.For example, watches, bags, jewelry, etc., it is no problem to sell several million.Song Xinci asked Xu Lang to help her sell these things. She planned to go abroad to find Xia Yao, but she couldn't find the ID card and passport that were kept in the studio.

Cheng Yang came back from the outside, saw her looking for a while, and remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Boss, your dad came here yesterday, will you..."

Song Xinci glared at him: "Who asked you to open the door for him."

Cheng Yang expressed his grievance: "Boss, are you okay, I'm watching the news..."

Song Xinci didn't want to talk anymore, but when he heard this: "News? What news?"

"You don't know yet, but you are famous." Cheng Yang took out his phone, tapped the screen a few times and handed it to Song Xinci.

Xu Lang came out of the bathroom at this moment: "I think there is someone behind the scenes."

Song Xinci was sitting on a chair, and a big title appeared on the screen—Rich Second Generation VS Local Snake: A Struggle for Money and Power

... Song Xinci finished reading the report in a very speechless manner. It just described the conflict between them and Fu Chunrong Financial Company that day, with a video attached.Song Xinci's personal information was picked up, and most of the netizens supported her, so most of them were praises, and of course some were against her.

There was also her photo in the report, a student ID card and a group photo of her graduation. The mosaic was not printed. Believe it or not, I will sue you.

There are several recommended links for the same event under the report:

——Looking at the Response Ability of my country's Public Security from the Mass Incident in Liuxia County

——Wang Xiangyong, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau of Liuxia County, was investigated: I believe in the decision of the organization

——Song Wentao, chairman of the board of directors of Zhengjin Group, was interviewed by reporters a few days ago: Thank you for your concern for my daughter

——Wang Qiang, secretary of the Disciplinary Inspection Commission of Yangchuan City: No tolerance for power-for-money transactions

It is a bit strange that none of these reports come from the local media in Yangchuan.However, Song Xinci was not in the mood to pursue it.

Song Xinci wore a khaki windbreaker and took a taxi to Xia Yao's residence.

Thanks to this report, I wore a black peaked cap, and the big eyes that used to be full of energy have become a quiet gray, just like the sky with a few dark clouds floating in the sky today.

It looked like it was going to rain.

The room is about the same as when I left, no, it needs to be tidy and empty.Everything was put away neatly and orderly, and there were several storage boxes piled up in the corner.

Song Xinci walked into the bedroom, opened the drawer under the desk, and took all three cameras away.

On the desk stood a beautiful box, and a sheet of paper weighed down by an inkwell.

Before she was ready to look, she found that there were small pieces of waste paper in the trash can.

Song Xinci squatted down, picked up the shredded paper, sat at the desk, and slowly put it together.

After an hour, it was done.The beautiful handwriting was broken into many petals and lay there fragilely. Song Xinci didn't even dare to breathe hard——

They say frogs have big lotus leaves

scarecrow will have spring

a light rain in the morning

At dusk a kite will be brought

A hot air balloon rises in the distance

It is covered with glass balls and crystal slippers

Magic like fruit flavored toffee

spread to the world

Astronaut is waving

The artist drew a picture of the universe

scientists make new discoveries

Busy people miss their childhood

I stand in the wilderness

it doesn't seem to make sense to go anywhere

why?Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't be there.Song Xinci's face was haggard, his shoulders drooped, and he looked weak.

There are two kinds of beautiful women who attract attention.One is the kind that walks with the wind, looks radiant, and has confident eyes that seem to shine in the crowd. This is the old Song Xinci; the other is immersed in one's own sadness, as if suffering The fragile appearance, the eyes full of thoughts under the curved eyelashes, really want to pull anyone passing by, this is the current Song Xinci.

Just like a hedgehog, the softest part is used to hug the one you love, and the sharpest part is used to defend against foreign enemies.

Song Xinci sat for a while, took away the ink bottle:

--new word

When you read this letter, I will probably already be abroad.I should have discussed such an important decision with you, I'm sorry, I made the decision without authorization.

While cleaning up the kitchen, I found a blown oven.Picture yourself running around the house in your apron and I can hardly believe how lucky I am.You are a wonderful person, the way you bow your head slightly when you play the guitar can make me melt in winter.In your eyes, I have seen the most brilliant starlight in the world, so I crossed out the life plan I wrote in junior high school to go to see the aurora.

Everyone yearns for a beautiful place, and you appear in my life with all the colors I can think of.But life is an unpredictable thing.I've tried, but still can't figure it out.I beg you, don't try to understand me.I don't want the rain to wet your hair, because some things are inevitable, and this is how people exist.You have to try to accept the things you can't change, which will make your life happier.I hope you are happy.

In 40 days, you will be 23 years old.Happy birthday to you in advance.Obviously I've had experience turning 23, so I can give you some advice on how to live a good 23.First of all, you have to drink a glass of milk every night, it will make you have a good dream.Secondly, if you are too lazy to boil hot water, remember to wear an extra layer of clothes when you go out.It's too late to choose a gift for you this year, so I put the things I've been debating whether to give you or not into the box on the left.If you can't help but be curious, you can open it ahead of time.What to do, I feel a little out of hand.

I tried so hard to make you proud of me, I'm sorry I couldn't.I have to tell you frankly that my decision was not due to my bravery, but to my cowardice.

If this winter is particularly cold, go on a trip.

Dear, no matter how I return, I only belong to you.

The author has something to say: According to the author’s personal experience, the difficulty of writing letters > writing songs > writing modern poems~