A letter from a strange man

Zhang Hui recently met Meng Lixun, an ex-girlfriend from college whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The woman still had that pretty face, her belly was slightly protruding, and the man holding her arm was a gentle-looking man, who should be her boyfriend.

At that time, Zhang Hui was buying some daily necessities, and met them at the end of a row of shelves.

"Zhang Hui?" The woman asked with a questioning tone, her eyes fixed on his face.

Zhang Hui shifted his gaze to the woman's face, and smiled and nodded in response: "Long time no see, Li Xun."

It's really been a long time since the two broke up peacefully, and they completely lost contact during the time when Zhang Hui returned to China.

The woman smiled brightly: "Oh, it's been a long time. You seem to have been hacked a lot. By the way, I forgot to introduce you. This is my fiancé, Lao Zhao. I sent an invitation letter to your email two days ago, my husband. , This is Zhang Hui, my classmate in college."

Zhang Hui shook hands with his fiancé and exchanged a few pleasantries, then suddenly remembered something: "Ah, I'm sorry, I changed email addresses after going abroad, and I didn't see your wedding email. When is the wedding date?"

"Ah, it's this Saturday." Meng Lixun said.

Zhang Hui turned on her phone and looked at the itinerary. There was a date with her partner that night, and the day should be free, so she said to them, "I will be there to watch the ceremony, congratulations."

The day we met coincided with the second day Zhang Hui had just returned to China. The sky was cloudy all day long, and it had been raining for a whole day. Zhang Hui’s room did not draw the curtains, and it was five or six o’clock in the afternoon after three o’clock. Looking at the clock, the entire loft-style apartment is a blur of gray and blue.

There is only a warm yellow floor lamp in front of the workbench, the light reflects the flawless side face of a mature man, the sculpted facial lines, the knuckle fingers slowly rubbing the Adam's apple, the rimless glasses on the bridge of the nose are shining In the light of the computer screen, the man's eyes behind the glasses were glowing with amusement.

He was wearing comfortable home clothes, and he looked lazy and gentle, only his eyes were clear and calm.

His other hand slowly slid the mouse, and the screen was just an ordinary mailbox that had been abandoned for a long time. After returning home, he recalled the previous account number and password to log in. When he changed the account number, he notified some familiar classmates and friends , There may be some forgotten, but except for some good friends and classmates, everyone almost feels that they have little contact on weekdays.

But this account that has been abandoned for nearly ten years, apart from some advertisements and membership renewal notices for games and apps played in college, there is still an account that has been sending emails to this mailbox that will not reply.

Oh, it’s not continuous, he doesn’t post frequently, there are only a dozen or so in the past ten years, but the interesting thing is that in one year, the post is very concentrated, almost one post a month, and there are nearly four years in between Fault, there hasn't been one in the past four years, and the most recent one was three months ago.

The sender was a bit mysterious and did not leave his name, and each email began with: "To my dear you."

Zhang Hui didn't open one immediately to explore the stories and secrets in the letter. He lit a cigarette, turned his chair and stood up facing the balcony, stretching his shoulders and arms that were sore from staring at the computer for a long time.

Smoke rose slowly in front of the gray-blue curtain, and there was a road outside the window, and the green trees and passing vehicles underneath were shrouded in that blue haze.

"A letter from a strange woman?" Zhang recalled.

Someone will imitate this routine to confess to him?

Don't, Zhang recalled.

He read this novel by Zweig when he was in college. He used to feel worthless for the sacrificial love of that strange woman. He didn’t like people who lost themselves in love, so it didn’t matter to him for so many years. suffered injury.

It can be said that he is a bit unfeeling, but he is by no means a flirtatious person like the novelist. He thinks that he has never given others unnecessary hope, and has serious devotion and respect for each other in every relationship. , There was no hoarse quarrel and tearing when we broke up. They all blessed each other peacefully and said goodbye.

He doesn't remember that he gave a certain woman impossible hopes, and he doesn't believe that this is someone's prank. A prank that lasted for ten years is too boring, so what is it?

Originally, he didn't want to look at those emails that had passed the timeliness, but he didn't want to keep this matter in his heart all the time. When he thought about it in the future, he still wondered who's motive was it?

But when he opened the most recent letter with a tentative mind, he was a little startled, and his usually calm face also twitched a little bit, but only for a moment, he was Laughing, the dense long eyelashes fluttered and gently scratched the lens.

It's getting more interesting, he thought, when the first sentence of the email begins:

"I gave up my seat to a child on the subway, and the other party called me uncle. Thinking about how fast time flies, I have known you for almost ten years."

This turned out to be "a letter from a strange man".

ten years?It's from college days.

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