1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 139 That Belated Love Letter (Subscription Request)

"Tick tock..."

The curtains were drawn in the secluded girls' dormitory, making it seem a little dim. Only a bright light sneaked in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the girl's clear black eyes.

The sound of water dripping from the faucet came from the pool on the balcony. From time to time, I could hear footsteps from upstairs and the shrill and distorted voices of girls. It seemed particularly quiet.

Just like at this moment, Zhao Ruixue had the feeling of seeing the words in front of her after she skimmed the first line of the title page message.

Like when Zhao Ruixue was still a teenager, on a rainy summer night, it was damp and sultry, the coolness of the rain and the moonlight above her head fell on her heart, and the quiet feeling was just like what that guy wrote in the book, about to sink into the calm lake.

Behind the silence, there was a tightness in her chest, the kind that made it hard to breathe. Zhao Ruixue felt as if her mouth and nose were covered by something.

Is it water?

It could have been the light snow, but she soon realized it was her stiff, cold hands, but she didn't intend to care anymore.

She wanted to continue watching.

"It seems that the child made this snow? He still likes snow so much..."

After burning incense, Mrs. Andai looked up at the sky with an inexplicable tone and a hint of loss.

Mrs. Andai remembered that when Shu was in elementary school in Otaru, every winter he would build a snowman under the tree in the yard, and insert two cleanly washed carrots, still dripping with water, into the snowman's body;

The coat buttons that served as eyes were so dim;

There is also the red scarf that he bought for his tenth birthday. It has become much smaller now, but it still looks so bright.

It's like creating a friend for yourself.

"Yes, after all, he is such a lonely and cold person. Maybe when faced with such a situation, he can only use the trick of making it snow to welcome the guests, right?"

Hiroko stood in front of the tombstone and said with a smile.

Hearing what Ashu’s mother said, she suddenly thought of the day before the mountain climbing, or maybe two days before?
It's been so long that I can't remember it clearly.

At that time, Ashu found her, with an embarrassed and shy blush on his face, and pulled her hand and ran up the mountain.

I seem to have the impression that it was a snowy day, and the snowflakes fell on the two people's tightly clasped hands and melted into water.

When they reached the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance in silence for a long time, and finally took out the engagement ring and proposed to her.

Unfortunately, who knew that the bad news would come so suddenly and so unexpectedly.

Thinking about it, it’s been three or four years, and even its appearance seems to have become blurry.

"I am such a cold-hearted woman..."

Hiroko sighed and laughed at himself in his heart.

She offered a bouquet of incense, but it was quickly blown out by a grain of snow.

Her chest tightened. Was this his prank?

……

"It seems like I shouldn't take off my clothes."

After reading the first paragraph, Zhao Ruixue curled up in the quilt, her body felt a little cold, and she thought with a little regret.

As an excellent student of Chinese literature, her sensitivity to words is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Although it's only a few hundred words, I have already outlined the outline of a story in my mind.

The dead fiancé and the gradually forgotten fiancée, are they talking about the regrets between these two people?
Comrade Xiao Cheng, a story written in this way does not have much artistic value.

Hehe...

Seeing this, Zhao Ruixue was somewhat glad that she didn't see what she wanted to see, so much so that she still had the mind and energy to secretly "cricket" Comrade Xiao Cheng behind his back.

But soon, there was a loud bang.

Zhao Ruixue turned the page, and the story changed in an instant.

Hiroko drove Mrs. Andai back to the bedroom of her dead lover.

It was snowing outside the window, but the firewood in the fireplace brought a long-lost warmth. The two sat on the sofa and chatted. Suddenly, Mrs. Ande seemed to remember something, "Oh! I remember there is a photo album in the child's room. Do you want to see it? There is also a photo of his first love in it. It is a little girl who looks very much like you. Do you want to see it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up from the soft sofa and took out a photo album from the drawer of the table by the window. The dark brown cover was stained with a thin layer of dust.

Mrs. Andai seemed to be asking a question, but in fact she did not give Hiroko any room for choice, as if there was some unique meaning behind it.

"is it?"

Hiroko was a little curious, so she moved closer and looked at the yellowed edge of the photo with a searching look, and found the girl that the lady had pointed out just now, "She doesn't look like her."

"Don't they say that men look for girlfriends based on the looks of their first love?"

Suddenly, the water boiled, and Mrs. Andai pushed her into her arms and turned away.

She picked up a pen and wrote the address on her wrist.

A few hours later, she said goodbye to her wife and on her way home, she wrote the following letter:
Are you OK?
I'm fine. - Hiroko Watanabe

Stand on tiptoe and put it into the cold green mailbox.

"If it's a prank, then I'll play it too. He'll definitely be happy."

A hint of excitement and joy ignited in Hiroko's heart, and her whole heart seemed to come alive.

……

"How are you? I'm fine..."

Zhao Ruixue's heart tightened, as if a pair of large hands suddenly grabbed her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

It wasn't because of sadness or pain, but simply because I was moved by Hiroko's deep and loving mischief.

Seeing this, she had already guessed that the story of this article might start from this letter sent to heaven?
From the place of birth to the place of death, from the living to the dead, all because of love.

"This girl will definitely receive the letter, right? After all, she loves him so much."

Zhao Ruixue murmured, and she suddenly felt a sense of empathy.

A letter to heaven?
What a heavy longing this is. Zhao Ruixue admires Bozi very much. Whether receiving a reply or not, it is a heavy burden.

If I were willing to send a letter to Southern Xinjiang, without so many immature and awkward thoughts, without so much ridiculous self-esteem, without so much worry...

Will there be different results?

Zhao Ruixue regretted it, she had regretted it a long time ago, but she just refused to admit it.

The story continues.

Sure enough, several weeks later, Hiroko received a letter. She thought it was returned by the postman, but the signature on the letter was indeed Fujii Itsuki.

"Hello, I'm fine too, I just have a cold."

She was so excited that she wanted to show it to Qiu Ye.

She found Qiu Ye who worked in a glass workshop and told him about the incident, but he obviously denied it.

"It's boring. There are still people doing this kind of thing. It must be someone's prank."

"But I'm very happy."

"do not do that……"

"Don't say that..."

The two hugged each other and kissed. At first, Hiroko was a little hesitant and resisted, but later she began to respond.

"I still can't forget this girl."

Seeing this, Zhao Ruixue smiled. Although she thought it was normal, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Just like she hadn't seen Cheng Kaiyan for four or five years, Zhao Ruixue almost forgot the face of the boy who shone in her girlhood.

It was only last year when she was admitted to university and returned to the city and saw his mother, Aunt Yuxiu, that she secretly ran into her room and saw the photo and only then did she remember it.

Those who will no longer appear in your life are really easy to be forgotten unless you take the initiative to contact them.

It has nothing to do with love or not.

It's really a natural thing.

Zhao Ruixue saw it very clearly and soberly, and that was why she was able to accept the sense of distance that the guy had towards her that permeated deep in his bones.

She was just a little sad, that's all, but that was okay.

But back to the story, there is no doubt that Hiroko and Shu are both very romantic people. If they get together, they will definitely be a perfect match. On the contrary, Akiba is a bit dull and doesn't understand romance. She thinks these two people are definitely not suitable, even though Akiba is very tolerant.

Zhao Ruixue turns the page and the story continues.

With the exchange of letters.

Qiu Ye finally couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to expose the true face of this enemy.

Yes, it's the enemy.

He secretly wrote a letter asking the other party to prove his identity. A photo was sent and the truth was revealed, but this caused a quarrel between the two.

The latecomer in a relationship, even if he uses all his strength, will never be able to compare to that person.

The two of them planned to go to Otaru to take a look.

After wandering around Otaru, I found the cottage, but the protagonist was not there.

As she walked down the street, Hiroko saw a young woman who looked very much like herself.

He turned around and shouted, "Fujii Itsuki!"

But when the man turned around, he only saw a huge crowd of people.

The two had never met, but this incident resolved Hiroko's long-lost knot in her heart. That person was really dead and it was impossible for him to come back.

However, Hiroko still has many questions in her mind. She seems to have seen a treasure chest buried in her memories, and the key to open the treasure chest is in the mind of a woman who is very similar to herself.

"If you want me to tell Guan to join him, the fastest way is to send you my head."

……

"It's not as sad as I imagined..."

Zhao Ruixue rubbed her hands and thought as she looked at the words in the book.

Perhaps my hands still felt cold, so I thought about it and endured the biting coldness as I put my hands into my soft underwear. The back of my hands pressed against my chest, which was as soft as jelly, and I could vaguely feel my heart beating restlessly.

But she soon stopped thinking like that. When the story and scenes that existed only in her memories were revealed through the letters exchanged between the two, she could no longer laugh.

Zhao Ruixue pursed her lips, and clenched her silver teeth tightly together, making a creaking sound. She was about to cry.

The cool temperament disappeared at this moment.

……

The story between the two people went something like this.

The first grade of Otaru City Ironai Junior High School has started. In the first class, the teacher invited everyone to introduce themselves. The students came on stage one by one to introduce their preferences and backgrounds, trying to win everyone's love in the class.

"Fujii Itsuki!"

The teacher called out a name, but two more people in the class stood up.

"To!"

"To!"

There was a very handsome boy and a pretty girl. After hearing the teacher's call, they stood up almost at the same time and shouted "Here" in unison.

"ε=(ο｀*))) Oh~ Same name?"

The teacher lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

However, the students in the class burst into laughter, and the originally tense atmosphere instantly eased a lot.

But the boy and girl deep in the center of the vortex don’t think so.

The days passed one by one, and although school days were still dull and boring, the two people with the same name seemed to bring a lot of joy to other students in the class.

Of course...it might be troublesome for both of them.

Whether it is handing out homework or test papers, or teachers calling on people to answer questions in class, it seems to be rather troublesome and embarrassing.

On this day, the class was choosing class leaders, and two of them were chosen to serve as administrators in the library. When the votes were being counted, the female classmate who was counting the votes drew a heart between their names.

Finally, the female Ashu started crying, and the male Ashu grabbed the boy who was making a fuss and beat him up on the podium.

But the two failed to change the outcome and were assigned to work as library administrators.

On a sunny afternoon, the library was still quiet and the air was filled with the smell of rotting wood.

"This guy is really weird. He always borrows so many books that no one reads."

The female Ashu was sitting at the table doing her work. She carefully looked up at the boy leaning against the window.

Although she was the one who worked every time she was on duty while that guy was slacking off and reading a book on the side, fortunately, without the booing of her classmates, she could barely accept it.

"what?"

The guy seemed to have heard her thoughts. He slowly raised his head while holding the book and looked over and asked.

"No...nothing?"

The girl was really scared.

"Don't you think it's too lonely and pitiful for so many books to lie quietly and obscurely on the bookshelf without anyone paying attention to them?"

The boy's soft lips with a fine fuzzy look turned up slightly as the girl's gaze rose, and the hoarse voice of adolescence reached her ears.

“Can a book still be lonely?”

"otherwise."

"But! This is not a reason for you to write your name on every library card!" the girl said angrily.

"Don't you think it's interesting? It's really fun to write your name on the library card of all the books you've read. I call this game Fujii Whirlwind."

He walked towards him.

The female Ashu pursed her lips subconsciously, and the fingers holding the pen turned a little white because of the force.

"Please review them. They are all from Fujii Itsuki. All of them, Admin~"

She looked up and saw the boy bending slightly, holding a pile of library cards in both hands and handing them to her.

The movements were gentle and seemed very polite.

"Humph! How childish!"

She sneered, put down her pen, snatched the library card from the boy, and prepared to register.

This guy is clearly adding to my workload!
Good~...Damn it!

I don’t know how much time passed, the boy returned to his previous position, and the girl rubbed her wrist and finished processing the library card.

A feeling of resentment rose in my heart, and I looked towards the familiar corner with a depressed look.

The golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains onto the wooden floor, leaving behind square-shaped light gratings that flutter left and right with the curtains.

A light cloud of dust was swaying in the air, and the air carried the smell of rotting books.

The boy in the black school uniform hid behind a curtain that was brightly exposed by the sunlight, leaned against a square stone pillar, and looked down at the book in his hands intently.

It is reminiscing about the fleeting years.

Those beautiful brown, amber eyes looked particularly stunning in the golden sunlight.

As if he had noticed something, the man turned his head and glanced at her.

The female Ashu stared at the scene blankly and swallowed subconsciously.

She just remembered that the scene was beautiful.

……

Zhao Ruixue stared at the text in a daze. The emotions accumulated in her heart erupted at this moment like a dormant volcano that had been silent for thousands of years.

"pat~"

Tears silently flowed from her eyes, across her beautiful oval face and charming nipples, and finally dripped onto the pages of the book.

"Why did you write this? Why..."

The girl's hoarse voice rang out under the quilt.

(End of this chapter)