Fawn

On the evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Xiaolu returned to the county seat.

During the New Year, only Wu Kui and Zhang Chunsheng were left at his home in the county seat.Although the two of them have always talked non-speculatively, but Zhang Chunsheng is silent and can make arrangements and is willing to work. Wu Kui sits back and enjoys his success, so he tolerates this dark dull gourd.From New Year's Eve to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the two of them, together with a group of orderlies stationed in the courtyard, lived happily ever after. First, wine and meat are free to eat, as much as you want, and you can eat whatever you want; Second, money is worth spending. Before leaving, Xiao Lu also gave them red envelopes. The red envelopes are not too thin, and they are enough for a table of cards to play for a night; Sufficient, Wu Kui ran out to set off firecrackers from the afternoon of New Year's Eve. He asked him to set off all kinds of firecrackers, and sent soldiers to buy them again when they were all gone. The firecrackers outside the courtyard gate were filled with bright red firecracker crumbs. how thick.

The people in the yard had such a fat year for the first time in their lives, and they were dizzy with joy. They didn't want the camp to come back early, so they had to stop their fun and work hard again.

Wu Kui and Zhang Chunsheng were also surprised, but after Zhang Chunsheng's surprise was over, he resumed his old job with peace of mind and began to take care of Xiaolu's daily life.On the morning of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Wu Kui didn't dare to go outside the courtyard and set off marijuana.Standing in the yard and catching Zhang Chunsheng, he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Zhang, why do I think our camp is not looking right?"

Zhang Chunsheng opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, because seeing Xiao Lu's face was so sullen from last night to this morning, something was wrong with his complexion.

Wu Kui looked forward at the window of the main room: "Why is it written again? What did he write?"

Zhang Chunsheng replied in a low voice: "I don't know, isn't this just the beginning of writing?"

Xiao Lu spread out a piece of snow-white letter paper on the desk, and unscrewed the ink bottle and put it in front of him.He brought the letterhead back from Japan, not for the purpose of using it, but purely because it is beautiful.There are faint light gray grids printed on the white ground. Use a thicker pen dipped in black ink to write on it. After the words are written, there will be a kind of pure and solemn beauty.

Xiaolu wrote the word "He Jun" on the first line properly, and then his hands trembled so much that he couldn't write anymore.How is this written, he thought, how is this written?It's all right, so we won't meet if we don't meet?what is the reason?Of course it is impossible to tell the truth, but does he have to make up such a lie himself?Handing him a knife and forcing him to cut himself, does he have to sharpen another edge himself in order to die in a satisfactory way?

As if he had just suddenly realized it, he tremblingly put down the pen.He Ruolong suddenly remembered all the benefits, even the way he frowns, smiles and blinks.How much he loves this person, even He Ruolong himself doesn't understand, only he and God know!

God is sorry, he loves He Ruolong, and He Ruolong loves him too.Two people who love each other seem to be connected by blood. If a knife is cut in the middle, the blood will drip, and it will hurt people half to death.No matter how hard the knife is, no matter how weak the person is, the pain will be to death, the pain will be to death.

Cheng Tingli did not chop this knife; he handed the knife to him and asked him to chop it himself.

Slowly picking up the pen again, Xiaolu watched himself sharpen his knife and cut himself off.

With tears in his eyes, he wrote the most outrageous farewell letter. The words in the letter were unreasonable and rude.Every time he finished writing a sentence, he thought that this sentence was said to He Ruolong and was for He Ruolong to read, so he felt ashamed and wished he could die immediately.At the end of writing, he suddenly shed a huge tear.The teardrops wiped down a corner of the letter paper, startling him.He hurriedly wiped the tear-stained corner with his fingers, for fear that there would be tears on the letter paper.Perhaps it would be safest to re-transcribe, but he put down the pen, choked up, and blew on the wet corner, trying to dry it-it can't be re-transcribed, and such a letter should be written once in a lifetime.

Soon, the ink and tear stains dried together.

The thick-tip pen was dipped in black ink, and the words written were really good-looking; the wet corner was slightly wrinkled, which could not be seen at first glance.Folding the letter in three and stuffing it into the envelope, his body slowly slid down from the chair as if his bones had been pulled out.Sliding to the end and squatting on the ground, he hid behind the desk, closed his eyes and hugged his head.

He was very tired, and after writing this letter, he was going to die of exhaustion.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion at the gate of the courtyard.Zhang Chunsheng tapped lightly on the window pane of the study, and said aloud, "Ying Zuo, Captain He is here!"