It's not good to be a widow [Comprehensive]

Seeing that it was a letter, Bai Feifei and Lianxing laughed at the same time. Not only did they not ask any more questions, but they immediately found an excuse and left.

Lu Jinglu's heart was shaking, but she didn't react. When she regained her senses and looked at the place where the two of them were sitting, she realized that she was the only one left in the room.

There are more than a dozen boxes lined up on the ground, including clothing, toys, and even swords.

But all of these added up, Lu Jinglu was not as surprised as the letters at hand.

I was so pleasantly surprised that even if no one else was present, just looking at this densely packed box alone, my face burned unconsciously.

After a long time, she calmed down a bit, took out the front one, opened it and read it.

Ye Gucheng is not a talkative person, and it is the same when he writes a letter. After opening it, it is only a thin page with a few sentences.

The first letter stated that he had passed through Luzhou with his attendants and Yan Wu, but it was too late to stay in an inn, so he had to sleep in the countryside.

"The mountain wind is raging in the middle of the night, I toss and turn without sleep, I look up at the stars, the starry sky is so beautiful, I think of you."

He looked at the stars and thought of her, and then he picked up a pen to write down his feelings at that moment.

Afterwards, he continued to run on Jiangnan Road, heading towards Songjiang. When he saw autumn leaves falling and flowers falling, and Bailu Qingshuang, he would also think of her.

Lu Jinglu tore open five or six of them in a row, and the sentence she saw the most was "Thinking of you again".

The four words are straightforward and without pretentiousness. They don't look like love stories at all, but they make her cry and laugh at the same time. She wants to read on, but she is a little bit reluctant to read them all at once.

After struggling for a long time, she rubbed her eyes and took a few more, thinking that at least she would see if he encountered anything after he changed the waterway in Songjiang.

It may be because after switching to the waterway, there is no need to ride horses day and night. The last few letters were obviously not written in a hurry. The ink on them changed from dark to light and then from light to dark several times.

Lu Jinglu just looked at these ink marks, and felt that he was sitting in the cabin with a pen and wanted to write a few more sentences.

He wrote that he still practiced sword as usual, but he spent a lot of time on the boat, so besides practicing sword, he would also teach Yan Wu some basic moves.

In the end, it reminded him of her more easily than flowers, plants, trees, stars, moon, frost and dew. After all, when she was still in South China Sea, he had taught her internal strength and swordsmanship like this.

Lu Jinglu looked at it, and felt that this person probably really can't write love letters, and it's fine to just write those few sentences. Later, he began to compare her and Yan Wu's study progress, and praised Yan Wu. Born with unique bones, he is an excellent material for martial arts.

However, this kind of irritating content did not appear many times after all, because after three days on board, the two sword servants who had been with him for many years found out that he wrote to her every day.

The Sword Attendant suggested that while he was still at sea, far away from the unguarded mess in the South China Sea that would immediately turn into a mess, he could personally do something for the young master, so as to promote the relationship between father and daughter when he went next time.

From the time Ye Gucheng can remember, all his memories are related to swords, and he has no concept of "playing" at all, so he has no awareness that children need toys.

If the sword waiter hadn't reminded him, he probably wouldn't have remembered it at all.

And after the sword waiter reminded him, he didn't know what to do because he didn't have any experience in this field.

In the end, Yan Wu, who was nearly five years old, gave a bunch of reference objects, such as the rattle that almost every child had when they were young, and the Jiulianhuan that almost every child could not walk when they saw it on the street.

After Ye Gucheng listened to his opinion, he started to do it.

He wrote in the letter that he had specially searched for a carving knife to do it at first, but it turned out to be difficult to carve, and then he replaced it with his own sword, and he could carve any shape he wanted.

"Although it can't be called expensive and exquisite, it's still my heart, and I hope she will be happy when she gets it in the future."

When Lu Jinglu saw this, he couldn't help but moved the letter to the two boxes containing the toys, and took a closer look at these gadgets he made with his own hands.

Looking at it, my heart softened again, I only hated that I was not in front of him now, I couldn't praise him personally, and I couldn't hug him personally.

Why is this person like this, she thought with downcast eyelashes, it almost made her cry when she left, and it was even more extreme when she wrote the letter.

It was so excessive, such a letter that could make people cry, she couldn't bear to let go of a single word.

It took her a whole half a day to read them one by one, and then carefully put them back in their original place without even crumpling the paper.

The last letter was written on New Year's Eve, and it was extremely long, covering three big sheets of paper; the content was also rambling, very unlike him.

He wrote that he had re-enacted the city regulations on caravans docking in Hong Kong, that he was still investigating the real mastermind behind this matter, and that he had entrusted Chu Liuxiang to bring her something.

He also wrote that the New Year's Eve in Baiyun City was very lively, but he was alone in the mansion, and he actually felt that it was more difficult than when he was sleeping in the wilderness at this time last year.

At the end of the letter, he wrote that in addition to making toys for his daughter and A Fei, he also carved a mahogany hairpin with his own hands for her.

The reason why I didn't mention it in the previous letter is because I feel that the carving is not good, and I can't help but stop and re-carve when the carving is almost finished.

On the night of watching the New Year's Eve alone, he finally carved out a tree that was barely satisfactory, and put it in a box together with clothes and toys.

Lu Jinglu closed the letter and began to search for the mahogany hairpin he mentioned.

After searching five or six times, I finally found a slender jade box in a box containing pearls and spices.

She picked up the jade box and opened it, and sure enough, she saw a slender mahogany hairpin.

Carved into the shape of a willow leaf, the edges and corners are smooth and round. It is by no means a sharp tool that can be cut out directly. It must have been polished for a long time and patiently.

There was a small character engraved on the tail of the hairpin, and she rubbed it carefully for a long time before she recognized the word "green".

In a trance, the voice of him calling her name in a low voice sounded in her mind.

She finally belatedly began to miss him.

Either I was worried when I didn't know his situation before, or I simply missed him.

Miss him.

Want to see him, want to stand in front of him, want to hug him, want to kiss him, want to cry loudly in his arms, wait for him to coax her well, and then never leave him again.

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