A letter from a strange man

After returning to China, Zhang Hui did something that he had been thinking about for a long time. He wanted to write a reply to Jing Ling, using the old mailbox.

He wants to tell him that I am willing to listen to all your thoughts and accept all your past.

Thinking about something, the screen dimmed, reflecting his smiling face, because he remembered just now.

When I sent Jing Ling home just now, I was downstairs in his house.

The two were reluctant to leave first, Jing Ling wanted to watch him go first, and he also wanted to watch Jing Ling go upstairs, so they entangled downstairs for a long time without saying anything, hugging each other, in this temperature drop Exchange body temperature in the solar terms.

In the end, it was Zhang Hui who blew mischievously in his ear, Jing Ling's body trembled, and Zhang Hui said softly in his ear: "If you don't go upstairs again, come home with me."

It's a hint of temptation.

He originally thought that Jing Ling would jump out of his arms shyly and run upstairs like a frightened rabbit, but the fact surprised him a little. circled on the back.

Zhang Hui wanted to tease him, but he was teased instead. The person in his arms responded to him with his movements. He wanted to go home with him. This little thing is broken.

Zhang Hui bit his earlobe, and sucked it gently, Jing Ling's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He slapped Jing Ling's ass pretending to punish him, they all knew what would happen when Jing Ling returned home with him.

After the trip to Japan, we got closer physically and mentally, only the last step was missing.

But Zhang Hui didn't want it at this point in time, he knew that Jing Ling was very tired now, and the wound in his heart hadn't healed yet, so he was willing to wait for him, wait for him to come out completely, full of longing and honesty.

His lips were still pressed against Jing Ling's earlobe: "Go up, get a good sleep, don't be in a hurry baby, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

Jing Ling stared at him in shame, then stood on tiptoe and bit his lower lip, turned around and ran upstairs.

Zhang Hui smiled and stroked his lower lip. Is his elf blaming him for not satisfying him?So longing for that kind of thing?

The corners of his eyes were even more smiling, he waited downstairs until the lights of Jing Ling's house came on, and a small figure suddenly appeared on the balcony, and that small figure kept waving at him.

Zhang Hui sent his WeChat: [hug], and then left.

When he got home, he opened WeChat and found that Jing Ling had sent him a message: [I'm about to cry].

He smiled and sat on the sofa. His baby was getting cuter and cuter. He replied: "Good boy, my husband will fuck you sooner or later."

Jing Ling didn't reply to him, probably because she was shy.

There is no reply until now, probably due to sleep.

After sliding the mouse, the screen lights up, but the document is still blank.

He was hesitating about what to write. In fact, he already had a draft outline in his mind, but those words and expressions, compared with Jing Ling's decades of heart, seemed so pale.

In fact, he is not very provocative, and he doesn't often talk about love, so this matter is not a small challenge for him.

Just when he was struggling for nearly an hour but only wrote down 65 words solemnly, he received an email from Jing Lingxin.

Zhang Hui felt a little surprised, didn't sleep?

After he opened the letter, what he saw was a photo of him and him at the foot of Mount Fuji, with Jing Ling in his arms, smiling from the bottom of his heart.

There is another sentence at the bottom: "I told Mr. Fujishan, let him bless my Mr. Zhang, may he be safe every year, everything goes smoothly, and happiness forever."

Although he had already guessed that his wish would be related to him, what he didn't expect was that his wish had nothing to do with himself.

How could his elf be so silly?A heart is cute and sincere, how can you not learn to be a little selfish.

He deleted everything he had written before, and it was useless to say those innocuous words, he only wrote one sentence.

"Mr. Fujisan said: Mr. Zhang loves his elves very much."

He hoped that Jing Ling, who woke up tomorrow morning, would read his reply letter and be able to know clearly his feelings for him.

When Zhang Hui was packing his luggage, he suddenly saw the file bag that Nozawa Jiro asked him to hand over to Jing Ling, but he hadn't had time to read it yet.

After opening it, he was a little shocked by Nozawa Jiro's paranoia. A thick stack of photos was scattered on his desk. It can be seen that most of them were candid shots, and only a few of them were Jing Ling looking at the camera.

The white frame at the bottom of each photo marked the year, month, and day. He arranged the scattered photos along the timeline, and many, many Jing Ling that he had never seen before appeared in front of him. 25 years old.

In all the photos, none of them were smiling, and he thought of the group photo under Mount Fuji, where Jing Ling smiled heartily and earnestly, and his heart ached even more for him in those years.

He found that most of them were Jing Ling who was waiting for the train at the station. She wore a coat all year round, probably to protect herself, always wearing earphones, carrying a camera on her back, and her eyes were misty and lonely.

He lightly touched Jing Ling's face in the picture, and suddenly regretted not letting Jing Ling go home with him.

At this moment, the door was suddenly slammed, as if he had used all his strength but couldn't use it. He looked at the clock, and it was already four o'clock in the morning. Who could it be?

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