I Love You, It's Not About You

Chapter 67: His past

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His cell phone rang in the room suddenly, interrupting our conversation.

"Hello?" He answered the phone, his expression slowly changed, "Yingqian..."

"What's the matter?" I looked at him worriedly. Could it be that the fellow Qiao Mu brought the monsters into trouble again

Wan Tengfeng ended the call and said in a deep voice, "I'll go out first."

"Wait..." When I was about to say that I was going too, Wan Tengfeng had already gone out, only the milky white door was still shaking.

He who has been cherishing the past, even if the other party is just a shadow, can make him anxious.

I accidentally noticed the light blue envelope on the desk, and I picked it up carefully.

There is no zip code on the envelope, only the words "TO Feng's future girlfriend".

What a strange letter!

Suddenly, with curiosity, I opened the envelope nervously.

God, forgive me!

Juanxiu's font:

Maple’s dear girlfriend:

When you open this letter, it means that Feng has passed away. This is my only wish after leaving. I hope you will take good care of him for me and take care of him for yourself.

Feng is really the most...best man in the world! He is gentle, considerate, strong, brave... Hehe, because he is so perfect, on the contrary, he can't find a better word to describe him.

However, it feels really good to be with him, right

He will always encourage you when you are frustrated; comfort you when you are angry; let you when you are strong; surprise you when you are bored; lend you shoulders when you are helpless; amuse you when you are free... such a cute, warm and handsome Boy, don't make him sad!

Wish you happiness forever

BYEBYE

Qianya from Heaven

O(∩_∩)O

Looking at the last emoji on the letter paper, I was suddenly sad.

Sister Qianya, I want to know how much courage did you, who are about to pass away, write this letter so briskly and hide your sadness so invisible

Under the envelope, a diary was pressed.

Eight years old: I met Feng on the street, he gently took my hand and brought me back to his home

Nine years old: He Feng went to the north to see the first snow

Ten years old: Feng cut an ugly hairstyle for me for the first time

Eleven years old: Feng fought me the first fight in my life, leaving a shallow scar on his forehead

Twelve years old: Feng hooked my finger and said, always together

Thirteen years old: Feng quarreled with his father for me

Fourteen years old: Feng gave me a puppy

Fifteen years old: Let’s watch "Blue Life and Death" together

Sixteen years old: Feng cooks for me for the first time

Seventeen years old: The puppy that Feng gave me died

Eighteen years old: Swing on Feng's bicycle and listen to him hum "Fairy Tale"

Nineteen years old: Maple’s Valentine’s Day has to be celebrated by himself

Twenty years old: Maple, don't miss me

21 years old: Maple, I am very happy in heaven

I looked distressedly at the half-typed ellipsis and three drops of scorching dark red blood on the paper.

Although I have never participated in their beautiful times, I am very touched.

I began to believe that if you love someone, you can really love him to the last second of life.

On the A4 paper under the diary, half of the smiling face of a boy is drawn.

It is Wan Teng Maple.

It seems that it is a work that has not had time to finish the painting.

I stretched out my hand and stroked "his" hair, forehead, face... Suddenly I wanted to finish this painting.

Next day

I hid in the room carefully depicting Wan Tengfeng's smiling face, as if I was alone in their past time.

Watching snow together, hooking little fingers together, teasing puppies together, riding bicycles together...

The ending is quick and thorough, and the story is sad and beautiful.

Although the person is no longer there, the story is still there. In Wan Tengfeng's heart, there is still love for Qianya's sister, just as Qianya's soul will always be with Wan Tengfeng until he gets old, just for the reunion in heaven. Maybe at that time, behind Qianya's sister, the white wings of an angel had grown, and the wrinkled maple looked helplessly at the still young and beautiful sister Qianya who was beaten into reincarnation before she could say a word. The ending is regrettable, but those waiting times must be the most beautiful memories. Because in my memory... you are always there...