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Everything in the thatched cottage has changed, and the letters connect the main storyline into a thread.

Ji Wenxia lowered his head, pinched a corner of the letter with his fingers, and read out the contents of the letter: "My health has been deteriorating recently, and I have a dull pain in my upper abdomen. I found out that my stomach cancer is in the late stage. I think I don’t have much time left, and the thing I can’t let go of is my son. If one day I leave, I hope you will take care of him based on our friendship of more than ten years. .”

Signed, great writer.

Ji Wenxia always felt that he had heard the term advanced gastric cancer somewhere, and it took him a long time to remember that it was Shen Tinghe who said that the old drama player named Zhong Langlin was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer three or four years ago. , and died not long after.

He paused and looked up at Shen Tinghe.Obviously, Shen Tinghe fell silent after hearing that the gastric cancer was terminal.

After a while, he heard Shen Tinghe ask in a low voice: "Look at what's written in those letters at the back."

"Oh," Ji Wenxia reacted, put the letter just now on the table, and flipped through the letters below, but as soon as he thought about it, he realized that these were the writing instructions given by the great writer to Code K, "It's just some The great writer’s guidance to K, as well as congratulations on the publication, and then asked him when he expects to finish writing "Kondo’s Life 2"..."

"The bottom letter is from last year. It said that his ex-wife died of a failed operation. He took his son home. In the end, he didn't know whether the child was not educated well or deliberately against him. He gave him pocket money every week. He also lied to the teacher that his father would not give him any money, that he had no money to ride in the car and had no money to eat, and ended up taking hundreds of dollars from the teacher, skipping class and playing games, that’s all.”

When he said these words, Shen Tinghe noticed that there were many new books on the bookshelf, and walked over: "So now, the story has progressed to the point where K has honed his sword for ten years, and finally got his start by writing novels and published them A lot of books."

There is now a whole row of books on his bookshelf. The covers are very uniform. They are all from the same publishing house. They should be series of novels, and the pen names are all code-named K.

"——The earliest book was printed in the second year of our last round. Since then, he has kept in touch with the great writer. The great writer is dying of stomach cancer, so I speculate that when the timeline is refreshed tomorrow night, everyone The writer is gone."

The timeline of the show is refreshed every night, and they have a lot of clues here and there, and they still don't know the whole story.

Ji Wenxia put down the letter: "Knowing these seems to be useless for the time being, and now I am suddenly a little confused about what this story wants to tell."

Originally thought it was a story of a person who was involved in a murder case and fled to the mountains, but it turned out to be a depressed patient writing novels silently in the mountains. With the support of a great writer, he gained both fame and fortune in ten years.

Ji Wenxia said: "There is a feeling that it was exciting at first, but suddenly it becomes very ordinary when we get here. There is no suspense."

Unless they found enough clues.

Shen Tinghe casually smiled and asked, "Don't you prefer exciting things?"

Ji Wenxia didn't expect him to ask this question, he was stunned for a second, then his lips curled up, and he lazily opened his hands and said, "Of course, it's fun when it's exciting."

Just like he likes to play racing cars, likes to challenge the characters of different personalities, and likes to sing songs of various styles.

I like to rush forward without any scruples when I know Shen Tinghe is not easy to open up to him.

He thought about it, Gu Yu said that Shen Tinghe had an ex-boyfriend, and Shen Tinghe said no, so there must be something strange between them.

If this matter had been left to Ji Wenxia, ​​he probably would have rushed up to pour out everything regardless of 21, and then chose another day to buy a ring that seemed expensive at first glance and asked, "Do you think this love can be talked about?" up.

However, Shen Tinghe is not a very proactive person to some extent. He will let you know that he has a crush on you, but he is not good at approaching you in the most suitable way.So he had to be cheeky and let Shen Tinghe take the initiative to take a step towards him.

"Then look for clues carefully," Shen Tinghe said, "The story will not be that simple."

Apart from "getting rich overnight", there seems to be no other changes in this thatched cottage.

Ji Wenxia suddenly remembered the collapsed bed that the two of them slept on last night, and immediately walked into the small room with anticipation: "Since the code name K is rich now, why not replace the broken wooden bed?"

Then, he saw that the wooden bed in the room was still collapsed, miserable and miserable.

"..." Ji Wenxia said, "Is this man an iron cock? He won't even change the bed for us!"

Shen Tinghe knew that he was scolding the program crew as soon as he heard it, and said amusedly: "They just want us to sleep on the floor together."

Ji Wenxia held back a word: "They just want us to sleep together."

Shen Tinghe: "..."

Remove the word "on the ground", and suddenly there is some connotation.

The plank bed has suffered like this, and I will definitely not be able to sleep.

They had no choice but to move the brown mattress to the ground, and take down the only pillow and thick quilt.

"This place will be captured by the camera," Ji Wenxia said, "There is no privacy."

The people in the program team are probably very "perplexed". You just recorded the program for three days and slept on the floor, why do you feel that your privacy has been violated.

Shen Tinghe was momentarily at a loss for words, but couldn't help laughing.

It's not a good feeling for two big men to sleep on a narrow brown mattress at night.

In particular, Ji Wenxia is not a person who sleeps very well. He can roll the quilt, and without knowing it, he will roll all the quilts of the people next to him onto himself, like a sushi roll.

So Shen Tinghe woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, and turned his head to realize that someone had snatched all the quilts away.

Shen Tinghe's eyes were sleepy, he narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt, trying to pull the quilt out.

However, Ji Wenxia hugged the quilt tightly.

"Hey, wake up." Shen Tinghe gently pushed his back, trying to arouse the consciousness of the person in front of him, but it was useless at all, the other person remained motionless, and he let out a helpless laugh in his sleepy voice, "Share me half of the quilt, okay?"

Such a scene is inexplicably joyful, almost like talking to myself.

A sober person, facing a sleeping person, as if discussing with him, patiently asked him if it would be okay to share the quilt.

Ji Wenxia didn't move, as if silently resisting sharing the same bed with someone.

Shen Tinghe failed to communicate with Ji Wenxia's sleeping soul, and he couldn't stay in the cold all night, so he had to grab the quilt with his hands and wait for the quilt to be snatched away before covering Ji Wenxia with half of it.

At this moment, as he pulled the quilt, Ji Wenxia rolled onto him along the quilt.

The warm breath was close at hand, hitting his face.

Shen Tinghe seemed to be fixed by something, his eyes froze, his eyes fell on Ji Wenxia's handsome face, swept along his fluttering nose and lips, there was a feeling of being hugged tightly for no reason Feel.

In such an instant, Shen Tinghe's hands had pulled half of the thick quilt out, he slowly leaned out, rolled up the quilt to cover Ji Wenxia, ​​and stuffed it between the thin back and the brown mat in the gap.

Tossed and turned, did not fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Ji Wenxia was woken up by a knock on the door outside the house.

He was about to ask "Who", when suddenly he was shocked, opened his eyes, and thought that besides him and Shen Tinghe, there were only Fang Yan and the others here.

But if there were no accidents, no one would knock on their door at this time!

Ji Wenxia: "Shen Tinghe, wake up, someone is knocking on the door."

After throwing away these words, he got up straight away, strode towards the dilapidated wooden door, pushed open the door of the thatched cottage, and saw a letter lying alone on the ground.

He bent down, picked up the letter, and saw the red stamp on the envelope.

As he expected, he opened the envelope and saw the words "great writer" signed.

However, the time is five years after the letter they saw on the desk last night!

Ji Wenxia felt palpitations, grabbed the letter and walked into the thatched cottage, and saw Shen Tinghe walking towards him with his coat folded, he ran over like a gust of wind, panting slightly: "Brother, we miscalculated the time."

Who said that the time of the envelope on the desk must be their current time.

Shen Tinghe was gradually realizing what he was talking about, and saw him directly poke the signature of the letter, making the line of words suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

"—To be precise, the letter we saw last night was five years ago."

Not ten years have passed, but 15 years have passed.

"Five years, with advanced gastric cancer, the great writer may have passed away long ago, and the survival rate of advanced gastric cancer is not high."

Shen Tinghe remained calm, looking for any clues in the thatched cottage that could prove anything that happened over the years.

Ji Wenxia was about to ask him what basis he had, when he suddenly remembered that he might have spent the last moments of his life with that senior Zhong Langlin, and of course he knew everything about cancer.

Shen Tinghe: "What was written in this letter?"

Ji Wenxia: "To borrow money, great writers ask K to borrow money."

Shen Tinghe: "How much to borrow."

Ji Wenxia: "Thirty thousand."

Shen Tinghe: "What reason?"

Ji Wenxia: "Cure."

They can't tell how far K's era has developed now. It is unknown what changes will happen in the deep mountains and old forests in 15 years.

Ji Wenxia felt that the most realistic logic could be used to solve this matter, and he said calmly: "Five years, in fact, maybe the great writer is still alive, and the treatment of cancer will cost a lot of money. It's not that his savings for many years are not enough. Something weird, or—"

He put down the letter in his hand and speculated in a bad direction: "The great writer didn't have cancer at all."

Because the code name k has become famous, they simply find a reason to treat k as a cash machine.

With more than ten years of friendship, it was very difficult for K to refuse.

Shen Tinghe said, "It's unlikely."

Ji Wenxia asked, "Why?"

Shen Tinghe said: "Because he is not short of money, do you remember the book "Walking in the World" we saw here the night before?"

Ji Wenxia gave a low "hmm", waiting for Shen Tinghe's next words.

Shen Tinghe said: "That book is the autobiography of a great writer who spent half of his life doing charity. He mentioned in it that he donated 200 million yuan to the village to build primary schools, and he also created a charity foundation, which allocates hundreds of thousands of yuan every year. Subsidizing college students in impoverished mountainous areas and building bridges in their hometowns, it is impossible to spend money for medical treatment.”

Ji Wenxia was slightly stunned, and walked to the bookshelf without saying a word, slid his fingers across the side of a book, and quickly found the "Walking in the World".

The moment he took out the book, thin sheets of letter paper fell out of the book and scattered all over the floor.

Shen Tinghe stepped forward and bent down to pick it up, his eyes searching for the information he wanted: "The earliest letter and the letter from the great writer saying that he had advanced gastric cancer were sent on the same day."

Ji Wenxia asked with a strong premonition: "What's the content?"

Shen Tinghe: "Borrow money."

Shen Tinghe: "At first it was [-], but then I asked for more one after another. Finally, today's [-]. Every letter will be sent here every other month."

It is equivalent to saying that if K did not refuse, then he may have sent millions of dollars to great writers in the past five years!

At the same time, in another hut.

Facing the letter that appeared at the door this morning, Fang Yan and He Yan had no clue.

Fang Yan said: "This story is very simple. It is that the great writer got cancer five years ago, and he is still sick now. In order to cure the cancer, he went bankrupt and had to borrow money from K. Then what?"

They have never found out what the bloody knife means, so they can only rule out the complicated clues first, and use the existing clues to speculate on the conclusion.

He Yan said: "It can't be that simple."

Fang Yan said, "What do you think?"

He Yan said calmly: "I think he is dead, the person who sent the letter is not a great writer."

Fang Yan had goosebumps all over his body: "He Yan, don't scare me."

If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible at all!