A letter from a strange man

Jing Ling didn't actually fall asleep, he just fell into memories, about his mother, about his college days, about Zhang Hui.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't written to that abandoned mailbox for a long time.

Probably because of the intersection with Zhang Hui in real life, he may no longer need a method that is a little bit smarter than Jing Hong's diary writing but not so smart to soothe the emptiness in his emotional world.

He has Zhang Hui's phone number and WeChat, he also has a common job with Zhang Hui, and he still has many opportunities and reasons to meet Zhang Hui.

But he still clicked on his private mailbox uncontrollably, pouring out here like countless days and nights in the past.

It is scientifically said that it takes 21 days for a person to form a habit. He has written monologue emails intermittently for nearly ten years. This is not only his habit, but has become a part of his life.

In the first year when he was used to sending emails to this mailbox, after he sent the ninth email to this mailbox, he also knew that the other party’s mailbox should be deserted, because Zhang Hui didn’t see it and pretended not to see it. Even if he refuses or comforts someone, it is absolutely impossible for him to remain silent.

So he has been talking freely here since then, looking for a little comfort in the lonely years.

After Jing Ling poured herself a cup of warm water and took the medicine, she began typing the first word.

"How is it going?

I am very happy recently, you must not know that this happiness has something to do with you, I finally see you again.

Your face hasn't changed much, but your temperament seems to be calmer and more charming.

I dare not get too close to you, lest you accidentally hear my heartbeat, every beat of it is because of you.

I'm so happy that I talk to you and you finally look me in the eye and smile at me.

You finally had only me in your eyes for a moment. Although I looked a little embarrassed when I met you again, if you can remember me in this way, it is enough.

I really want to do something for you, something that makes you happier.

But after all, I'm not your friend, so I can only watch from a certain distance, but I have this job opportunity, and I can see what you look like when you are working. Just thinking about it makes me very happy.

But I'm a little worried, it's your painstaking effort, I'm afraid that if I mess it up it will make you unhappy, and if you're unhappy, I must be even more unhappy.

In short, I must do what you want!For you, I am willing to give everything I can, as long as you smile at me more, look into my eyes and call my name, I will be very, very satisfied!

And you called me 'Elf', a big man probably wouldn't like being called that.

But I want to tell you quietly, I like it very much, the kind of liking that makes me cry.

Because my mother likes to call me that, and no one has called me that for a long time since my mother left.

Thank you, please take care of me in the days to come.

I want to be closer to you, I'm so greedy. "

When I clicked send, the time on the screen showed 23:[-] am.

Jing Ling stretched his waist, he was holding his mobile phone and was going to take a bath while listening to music, but when he turned on the screen, he glanced at the prompt message, and was stunned.

He found that Zhang Hui's Instagram account and Weibo account, which he had been spying on for a long time, followed his account successively at 2122:[-].

Trembling, Jing Ling clicked on his Weibo and Instagram homepages, he even thought he was hallucinating again.

If people really want something too much, when they really get it, they will doubt whether it is true, and then confirm it repeatedly.

Jing Ling's fingers were a little cold. He clicked on Zhang Hui's homepage and clicked Follow, and then the frame turned into a double arrow, showing "Follow each other".

From now on, will he be able to pay attention to Zhang Hui's life in an open and honest manner?

Thinking of this, Jing Ling felt like honey was overflowing in her heart, and the sudden surprise made him feel overwhelmed with joy.

Those obscure moods and emotions seem to gradually soak into the sunshine.

Even though she didn't drink, Jing Ling actually felt a little dizzy, as if she was slightly drunk.

……

After Zhang Hui followed Jing Ling's Instagram account, he originally wanted to put down his phone to take a shower and then go to bed, but when he just put down his phone, he heard a notification that he had received an email.

It's so late, could it be an overseas mail?He clicked on it, and it turned out to be his previous account, was it him?That strange man?

He was a little busy recently, and didn't have time to read that email, nor did he have time to reply, but he didn't expect to receive another email.

He opened curiously.

"How is it going……"

When he finished reading the full text, he couldn't believe it, and he read the meaningful email carefully again, instead of browsing it like a story.

The amount of information in each sentence is so large, plus what happened recently and Jing Ling he met, those dodging eyes, flustered affectionate, shy expressions, and those feelings of dependence that he thought he was thinking too much.

Connected together, he finally believed in the voice in his heart. The other party who had written him letters for nearly ten years was the junior brother he met recently, Jing Ling.

This man who has been writing hopeless letters to his abandoned mailbox for more than ten years, this man who regards him as a dream when he was young, this strange man who seems to love him very much, is Jing Ling.

He lit a cigarette and began to recall things related to Jing Ling. He found that there were almost no memories of Jing Ling in college, as vague as any passerby who passed him by.

Thinking about it made his head ache, he found that his impression of Jing Ling stayed at Meng Lixun's wedding, that Jing Ling who was staring at him closely.

Jing Ling was watching him by the side of the road waiting for the car.

In the dark bar, Jing Ling was quietly lying in his arms and tugging at the hem of his shirt.

That Jing Ling who woke up on his bed with a look of bewilderment.

Finally, he was able to explain clearly Jing Ling's complicated eyes and dodging expression when he looked at him.

Zhang Hui exhaled the last puff of smoke, and sighed slightly after crushing it out.

This relationship is too complicated, he can see that Jing Ling is as innocent as a child in terms of feelings, and he seems to have crossed paths with him in the past, but he doesn't remember it.

Undoubtedly, his feelings have been hurt, and the past cannot be undone no matter what, so how will he treat him in the future so as not to continue to hurt him?

What Zhang Hui can think of now is what he wants to do the most. Let’s read all the emails Zhang Hui wrote to him first, and search for the part about Jing Ling in his memory. He doesn’t believe that a person can appear out of thin air in his memory. , or disappear a person out of thin air.

He clicked on the next letter he had read last time, and the content in it reminded him of some of the past.

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The first small climax of this article, the elf revealed his stuff (grievance face)