The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

The third person I met was Sister Zhi Qiu.

How can I describe it? Sister Zhi Qiu gives me the feeling of suddenly walking into a heated room in winter, or the first mouthful of hot porridge when I'm hungry—it's a real and tangible warmth.

Invite me to dinner, listen to me talk, and chat with me.

Moreover, in your presence, I always feel like I don't have to worry about anything, because Sister Zhi Qiu's reliability makes me want to rely on her.

And when you joked with me that day about taking care of me, I admit, I was indeed tempted.

After all, that was the first time in my life that someone had expressed that I could be taken care of in such a domineering way.

Even though I knew it was a joke, the feeling was real.

Finally, there's Xiao Nuan.

My first impression of Xiao Nuan might be a little surprising.

I think you're probably the easiest one to get along with.

After all, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is just a matter of putting tomatoes and eggs together and frying them. How difficult can someone who doesn't even care about the saltiness be to get along with?

As it turns out, I was only half right back then.

You are indeed not picky about how much you need in life, but on the other hand, you are very serious and meticulous.

Although you sometimes make harsh remarks, that's precisely what makes you so endearing.

I remember every single one of my first meetings with you all very clearly.

Xiaoxue's cuteness, Xiaqing's relaxed nature, Zhiqiu's warmth, and Xiaonuan's purity.

Like four beams of light, each a different color but equally dazzling, they shone into my somewhat gloomy life at the time, illuminating everything.

Everything that happened afterward—the happy moments, the sad moments, the moments that left me helpless, the moments that warmed my heart to the point of tears… all these little moments we shared together made one thing clearer to me.

The kind of passionate love in movies may be very appealing, but what I've always wanted is a love like ours.

It's that feeling of peace and reassurance that comes from knowing you're right next door, even if you're separated by a wall when you wake up in the morning.

It's the kind of feeling where I can know what you're thinking just from a glance or a gesture.

It's that feeling where even if we see each other every day, when we go back to our rooms at night, we still look forward to seeing each other again tomorrow.

It's that feeling of wanting to spend every day, every month, every year with you all.

I really like and cherish our current relationship.

It means you don't have to deliberately please each other, you don't have to carefully pretend, you don't have to maintain a dignified appearance at all times, and you don't have to be afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing and being disliked or neglected.

We can be together without any reservations, and when we're tired, we can lean on each other comfortably and be each other's recharge banks.

If you encounter something bothering you, you can talk about it and know that someone will listen.

When you're in a bad mood, you don't have to force yourself to be nice.

In front of you, I can be the most relaxed and authentic version of myself.

As I write this, it suddenly dawns on me that we've never had a single argument since we met. Isn't that amazing?

I have never thought about living a life of great wealth and luxury, nor do I expect my future to be glamorous or dazzling, and I am not greedy for a windfall.

The future I want is actually very simple: to spend every day with you all.

When I wake up in the morning, I have you all by my side, so I don't have to eat alone in the cold morning.

When I get home from get off work in the evening, there's a light on for me. You're all waiting for me, and I can say to you, "I'm home."

Three meals a day, the changing seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, year after year.

With you all by my side, living a down-to-earth life and spending the rest of my days in peace is enough.

In the days to come, we won't have to force ourselves to change for each other, nor will we have to deliberately cater to each other.

I like you all, not because you can bring me any benefits, nor because you can become anything else for me.

I like you all, because you are who you are.

For the rest of my life, whether it's wind or rain, prosperity or ordinariness, I want to hold your hands steadily and walk forward slowly and calmly.

I'll be there for you through all the ordinary days.

I will share all the hardships of life with you.

I will stay with you through all the years to come.

In this life, I've made up my mind about you, and I won't easily change it. I will love you well, stay with you, never leave you, and be with you year after year.

This last paragraph is copied from the internet. Although it's not appropriate to copy love letters from the internet, I still felt that I needed some nice-sounding words to express my feelings.

Although this passage was copied, I can assure you that these words are absolutely what I truly think.

By the end, I've pretty much exhausted all my ideas. If you still haven't had enough, well, there's nothing more I can do.

Unless you're willing to continue renting this room to me, I'll explain it to you slowly later.

So, my beloved landlords, would you be willing to rent your houses to me?

……

The image of myself on the letter appeared somewhat blurry in the morning light.

It wasn't that the light was too dim, but rather that her own eyes were already filled with tears.

There were too many tears, and in the end, I couldn't hold them back, and they fell.

One drop, two places, fell on the paper, leaving her mark.

Her hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

These words, though seemingly clumsy, were incredibly sincere, and they all seeped into her heart.

This is what it feels like to be seen so clearly and accepted so completely by someone.

That's Ye Shu's feeling.

My heart is filled with a sweet and happy feeling, so full that it can hardly contain it.

She had to take another deep breath to calm her uncontrollable tears and racing heart.

Just then, the white envelope that she had casually placed on the edge of the bed slipped to the floor because of her movement.

She wiped away her tears and bent down to pick them up.

When the envelope was lifted, something seemed to slip out and fall onto the carpet.

It seems to be... money.

Eight red banknotes, looking quite new, lay there on the carpet.

She understood Ye Shu's meaning in an instant.

rent.

She looked at the eight hundred yuan, then suddenly burst into laughter through her tears.

This idiot... After writing a heartfelt love letter, he actually stuffed this month's rent into it. What a spoilsport!

But it was precisely these eight hundred yuan that brought the two together, leading to their meeting, acquaintance, understanding, and love.

She smiled, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

But this time, the tears weren't salty, they were tears of happiness.

Ye Shu will never know which one of her was holding this letter and eight hundred yuan on this Valentine's Day morning, tears streaming down her face and then breaking into a smile.

Is she the one who can analyze the emotional logic between the lines?

Is she the one who might rush over to find him?

Is it that gentle, calm, yet somewhat dangerous woman?

Is she the same person who is thoughtful, sensitive, yet has the courage to change?

Perhaps, they are all of those things.

When Ye Shu wrote those three words "I give you" on the paper, when she read those memories that belonged only to them, when tears blurred the paper, when she picked up the eight hundred yuan and smiled through her tears...

All boundaries have become blurred.

It doesn't matter which one she is reading anymore.

Because of the sincerity conveyed in their words, and the effort they put into embracing them, the sunlight shining ever brighter outside the window has entered the hearts they share.

She gently pressed the stack of letters and the eight hundred yuan to her chest.

Close your eyes, and you can feel the heartbeat of the person who wrote this letter through the paper, as well as the warmth of entrusting vows and sincerity.

The sun shines brightly, and I hold a love letter in my heart.

This, perhaps, is the meaning of Valentine's Day.