The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 892 Be good, let me hug (10)

Inside the master bedroom.

Gu Chao sat by the window, with his back straight, propped up in front of the desk, holding a pen to write quietly, and laying out a sheet of letter paper in front of him. Neat.

Header, with a line of small characters for the title.

April 2002, [-].

The weather is fine today, and Grandma Wang, who sells vegetables at the door, is always saying hello to me. She must be old and always reminding me that I should buy a flower for you tomorrow.I saw a child at school today who had a pair of eyes very similar to yours. I couldn't help but take a second look. It was so similar that I almost mistook it.

Apart from these, today, as usual, there is nothing interesting. My parents are coming back from abroad, maybe next week, maybe next month.

I am trying to recall what happened every day, and I will tell you everything, hoping that you will take pity on me more and come back sooner.

Last night you appeared in my dream again, standing on the edge of the field smiling quietly, very beautiful.Everyone says that time can smooth everything out, and it can also take away all deep thoughts.

But I think this sentence is really sloppy, because I miss you and miss you forever.

I still blame you for making me miserable every day but unable to let go. Caring and thinking are the continuation of your life. I can't let them endure the same pain as me and become lonely and helpless in this world.

Jiang Tang, Gu Si Gu Nian is growing up healthily, if you don’t think about me, please think about them, come into my dreams more often, even in the illusory dreams, I would like to kiss you deeply.

Signed: Gu Chao.

After finishing writing, the man opened the box on the table, put the thin letter paper in it, and gently flattened it.

There were already piles of letter papers full of handwriting in the box, so full that it was almost impossible to hold down.

After Jiang Tang left, Gu Chao lived like a walking dead every day, in great pain.

It was Gu Si Gu Nian's crying that pulled him back from the brink of death, and he began to write letters from 1987 to 2002, letters that could never be sent.

I don't know if it's too much obsession or too much love.

Every night, he would habitually light a candle beside his bed and watch it burn out and turn into a pool of wax.

Today is no exception, the candle is lit, the man rests his arm on his pillow, quietly watching the flames jumping in front of him, recalling the past.

early morning.

Gu Chao sat up, went to the window and touched his pocket.

The cigarette case is empty.

The man frowned slightly and leaned against the wall with a deep sigh.

I don't know why, as soon as Gu Chao closed his eyes, he couldn't help thinking of those eyes in his mind. They were extremely bright and clean, and besides that, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

This feeling is like that of a person who is about to drown. Before dying, he vaguely sees the shore in front of him, and the weed that grows on the shore within reach.

It's so ethereal.

But it gave him ridiculous hopes.

There was a faint light in his clear and narrow eyes, and the next second, Gu Chao took out a coat from the cabinet and walked out of the house.

There is a 24-hour convenience store next to the university town. Gu Chao walked in and took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf. The salesperson was drowsy and said welcome.

After paying the money, the man went straight to the nearby garden with street lamps, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. The shadow of the man under the street lamp was stretched very long, his slightly thin body leaned against the flower bed, and his deep facial features hide in the shadows.

(End of this chapter)