In the end, Tang Jingshu was sent to the hospital in time and saved his life.

After recovering from the illness, she wrote the last letter to Du Xiaobai, which contained the last old memories of the man Tang Jingshu.

At that time, because of her father's death, she was taking care of her mother who was overly sad and depressed at home. The man Tang Jingshu suddenly visited her house. After she and he met each other, she was surprised by why the other party was not in school. The other party did not answer, but just gave her a book and asked her to help return the book to the library. After knowing that someone in her family passed away, he seemed to comfort her, but he became gentler. She felt novel and a little happy, and was considering whether to change his attitude to him in the new semester, but learned that he had transferred to school.

After the letter was sent to Du Xiaobai, Du Xiaobai also replied to the last letter. After being grateful to her, Du Xiaobai added a sentence at the end of the letter: "Is the name on the loan card really his name?"

Tang Jingshu was confused when the door of the house was suddenly ringed.

It was the library schoolgirl I met when I was taking photos at school. They came together in groups and brought a book. When Tang Jingshu saw this book, he suddenly thought of it. This was the book that the man Tang Jingshu asked her to help me return when he met him for the last time.

The school asked her to take out a loan book card to read it.

She took it out. The first line on the card was still the familiar name, [Tang Jingshu].

Before they could scold the prankster in their hearts, the schoolgirls whispered: "Back, look at the back."

Tang Jingshu turned the borrowing card to the back.

She was stunned.

On the back of the borrowing book card, there is a young female student. This female student is exactly her.

She instantly understood the words Du Xiaobai said in the letter [Is the name on the loan card really his name?]; she understood why that person wrote so many names on the loan card; she understood why he glared at her angrily after introducing her to the girl who refused; she understood why he always fought with those people; she understood that after the exam, she waited for his arrival in the bicycle shed until evening, and he came over very late; she understood why he always liked to bully her...

She understood, but what's the use?

Tang Jingshu's nose felt sour, and she smiled embarrassedly in front of the schoolgirls, but found that no matter how much she smiled, she couldn't hide the sorrow in her heart. She stopped laughing. She held the book in front of her chest, her eyes red, and her eyes looked at the mountains in the distance.

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Weng Nanxi took a deep breath.

My vision blurred at some point.

She has long been over the age of crying for love stories. After studying hundreds of love movies, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a stern heart.

But now, tears just flowed down so uncontrollably.

She has never completely understood what the character thinks and what the director wants and what she thinks like now.

In the story, Tang Jingshu followed the letters and found memories of the past, and finally borrowed a painting on the book card, which made her suddenly understand the feelings that were not sure whether it was love, so she quietly slipped over.

The same is true for her. With Han Jue's songs one after another, more and more memories that she thought she had forgotten came back to her heart. After knowing the content of the suicide note, she finally admitted that she had failed and sad, and admitted that she was indeed moved by her sincerity. The feelings she ignored at the beginning were gathered in her heart bit by bit. From then on, those memories that she thought were extremely bad and were angry when she thought of it, suddenly had a new meaning.

Unfortunately, even if she fits the role, she can't stand on the stage.

Just like Tang Jingshu in the story, she never had time to do anything to the missed relationship. She was also too late.

After she vowed to climb to a high place, no matter what she missed or abandoned in her life, who took a detour or had no time to meet, threw away precious things, or got something, she would never really feel a pity. She wouldn't waste time regretting or annoyance.

At that time, Han Jue was like a coat of the wrong size to her. She had really gained warmth, but she thought it was not gorgeous enough and not fit enough. But many years later, when she had many gorgeous coats, she no longer had the chance to feel the warmth she had in the past.

She realized later on what it felt like to be true regret and annoyance.

Weng Nanxi looked at the photo of her smiling at him on the desk, and was stunned. Until the coldness of the tears on her face woke her up after the temperature of the tears, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the brighter sky outside the window, and found that she had been sitting in the study all night.

He looked back at the potted plant next to the photo, stroked the thick leaves, and whispered in a nasal voice: "Don't tell others."

Plants cannot answer human questions. Weng Nanxi controls the swaying of the leaves up and down, imitating humans, and nodding, feeling that he is in a better mood.

Her family does not feed her. First, she thinks that animals make the home messy, second, she doesn't have time to wipe their poop and urine, third, she doesn't want to respond to the feelings of unconditional trust, and she can't bear it, nor do she want to bear it.

Raising plants is much more convenient. The green wavelength relieves eye fatigue, produces oxygen during the day, and can also act as a tree hole when you are bored.

Weng Nanxi got up and moved the potted plants to the window. A gap was opened in the window, and the wind slipped in, and the flowers and leaves were swaying like living things.

Weng Nanxi remembered the other plants in her home. They were taken care of by her cousin, and she felt relieved. The happy tree at the door felt much taller.

Thinking of the happiness tree, Weng Nanxi remembered the original intention of buying it. Because she was upset that she missed the suicide note and completely lost the opportunity for many things. So when she bought a potted plant, she bought a happy tree like a sheep that was broken up, put it outside the door and made a mailbox.

mailbox.

Receive the letter.

Weng Nanxi's fingertips rubbed the script suddenly stopped.

Perhaps because she had just finished reading a script for a letter exchange, Weng Nanxi suddenly wanted to see her mailbox. She had a premonition that maybe something was waiting for her there.

Weng Nanxi walked out of the study room and came to the door. Opened the door, and the tree of happiness stood there quietly.

Weng Nanxi felt her heartbeat began to increase frequency, and she didn't know whether it was a warning from her body after all night or what she was expecting. She pushed down the flower pot of the Happy Tree slanted, revealing a space at the bottom. She reached out and touched it quickly.

I didn't find anything.

Touch it again, the ground was empty and nothing was stuck on the bottom of the flower pot.

Weng Nanxi was so sad that he pulled his hand away. The part of the flower pot lifted suddenly fell to the ground, making a "bang" sound.

Weng Nanxi smiled tiredly and patted the dust on his hands.

What am I looking forward to when I should have expected?

There was a slight pace in the room behind me, and my cousin ran out when she heard the movement of the flower pot.

"Sister?" Weng Yao stood in the distance and asked. It was not clear in the morning, and after the curtains were pulled in the room, it was no different from late at night.

Weng Nanxi turned on the lights in the entrance hall, closed the door, and walked in.

"Sister, what were you doing just now?" Weng Yao saw the person clearly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing. See if there is any letter." Weng Nanxi said.

Weng Yao was about to say something, but suddenly he found that his cousin's face seemed to be wrong, his eyes were slightly swollen, as if he had just cried.

"Sister, have you been all night?" Weng Yao complained: "You are the skin care product owner. Your boss has poor skin, so how can you sell the products?"

Weng Nanxi smiled and said, "You go and make breakfast."

"So early?"

"I'll go out at 7 o'clock. There is still one hour left. Let's talk to you briefly about the script."

"I'll go right away." Weng Yao nodded and asked tentatively: "Sister, how do you feel about the script?"

Weng Nanxi was silent for a moment and said, "It's a classic. You're lucky."

Weng Yao smiled happily.

"Don't be too happy too early," said Weng Nanxi, "It's a good thing and a pressure.

"If you act well this time, before you meet the next classic project, the image of the girl Tang Jingshu will accompany you for a long time. If you don't act well, classics will still be classics, but you will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, and then you will be annoyed forever. Why didn't you act well at the beginning?"

Weng Yao immediately looked at Weng Nanxi with help.

Weng Nanxi asked Weng Yao to make breakfast quickly and talk about it after dinner.

Leaving her cousin to the kitchen to make breakfast, Weng Nanxi returned to the study. It was almost six o'clock. The screen of the mobile phone was still stuck in the chat software, and the message that had not been sent was still there. Weng Nanxi looked at the content posted by the other party. After a few seconds, she deleted these words, not only deleted the words, but also deleted the other party.

No one can be a substitute for anyone.

The past is over after all.

Weng Nanxi no longer tries to fight against memories.

Those memories of getting along with Han Jue are her precious wealth. No one can replace it.

She doesn’t know whether she can meet another person who loves her in the future. If she meets it, it’s great. If she doesn’t meet it, it doesn’t matter.
Chapter completed!