"Did you see the forget-me-not in the envelope? Thank me with the highest gratitude. I specially asked someone to send this from Linjiang."

Zhang Mingyang looked at the small blue flower in his hand again, and then he remembered that it was a kind of flower called forget-me-not.

Due to the special flower language of forget-me-not, "eternal love, everlasting heart", this flower was very popular in the non-mainstream circles at that time, and pictures of forget-me-not were found in various diaries.

As a member of the non-mainstream in high school, Zhang Mingyang was once obsessed with this kind of flower. It seemed that only this flower could match the perfect love in his heart.

In my sophomore year of high school, I opened a garden in Linjiang, and there was a large forget-me-not in it.

It's a pity that he never visited the garden once until it was closed down.

Zhang Mingyang put down the flower in his hand and continued to look down.

"Actually, you don't need to thank me in particular. Of course, if you must thank me, let's go to the city together this weekend. After shopping, treat me to a barbecue. I know a new one. The girls in our class say it's very good.

Eat, I want to try it too."

There were two crossed-out words between "go to the city" and "play". Zhang Mingyang picked up the letter and looked at it carefully. After reading it, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

What Xu Duanran crossed out was the word "dating".

This paragraph was originally supposed to be "Let's go on a date in the city this weekend."

"When I think that after being friends for more than ten years, our relationship will suddenly change, I feel very uncomfortable. Can I refuse to agree? How about you pursue me first and give me a buffer time."

"You said that if we were together, would you be like Xu Mo, abandon me when you got tired of having me, would you quarrel with me, would you no longer be as good to me as you are now?

Already."

At the end of this sentence, Xu Duanran wrote several more words in succession, but each time she wrote one, she crossed it out again before adding any content.

"How about we stop being a couple first? I don't want to be separated from you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I'm afraid if we become a couple..."

The content of this sentence stops abruptly at the word "couple". There is a large blank space below, and the content is only at the bottom.

Zhang Mingyang spent a lot of effort to barely see the crossed out content.

"We will stay as we are now, and I will marry you directly after graduating from college."

The handwriting at the back became increasingly sloppy, as if it reflected Xu Duanran's state of mind at that time.

"Forget-me-not is so good. Her flower language is eternal love. If you like this kind of flower so much, does it mean that you also have eternal love for me?"

"Forget-me-not is what I want to say to you. I really want to be with you forever. I don't want to be separated from you."

The traces of the last few words were blurred by water stains, and they were covered with Xu Duanran's tears.

At the end, Xu Duanran did not write her name, she only wrote a line of small words.

"I like you too."

The signature time at the bottom is exactly one week after he sent the love letter.

This letter is also a love letter, a reply prepared by Xu Duanran for him.

But until the end, this reply was not delivered to him. The girl's feelings at that time were kept hidden from him year after year.

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In order to avoid separation, she refused everything to begin with.

If she had known that separation was the end, would she have chosen to start earlier?

Across time and space, he finally received this reply.

Zhang Mingyang put the letter paper back into the envelope, put the two letters back into the compartment, locked the box, and pushed the box back into the cabinet.

There is no treasure in the treasure box, only the girl's thoughts that have been buried in time.

He left the room, returned to the corridor, took out his cigarette case, and lit the last cigarette inside.

"Damn, that's quite a waste of smoke."

He couldn't remember how many boxes of Yellow Crane Tower he had bought during this period.

"Son, haven't you finished posting the couplets yet? Come and help me paste these blessing characters in the house!" Yan Hui shouted in the room.

"Come here!" Zhang Mingyang responded, throwing the half-smoked cigarette under his feet and stamping it out.

"I have to go downstairs to buy cigarettes soon..."

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