"like……"
A voice came out, and after a while, only a sigh echoed in the room.
As the letters left for him are guessed, Portilia's hundreds of years of life experience and growth traces are slowly revealed in front of the end of the season. From the tenderness and innocence revealed in the initial letters, to the later Maturity and sophistication in handling things.
Although there are no gorgeous words in each letter, it is just homely talk, and there is nowhere to say that can only be written in the letter, and can only be left to my own thoughts.
But at the end of the season, from every letter, we can read the thoughts and expectations from the other party.
At some point, Portelia learned to play the piano because she wanted to play it for the end of the season.
I don’t know when Portelia learned to make clothes because she wanted to wear the clothes she made at the end of the season.
I don’t know when, Portelia learned to draw because she wanted to draw everything she remembered about the end of the season.
I don’t know when...
It seems that this silly girl has learned a lot of things, but none of them can be separated from the end of the season, and the end of the season is everything to her.
"At the end of the day, my grandfather Alexander was captured and I must save him!
wait for me! I will definitely rescue him and then still wait for your return! No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you!
Love you Portilia! "
This is Portilia's last letter.
After reading it, the silent Ji Mo put the letters away, closed the boxes containing the letters, and put the boxes back on the shelves one by one.
Seven thousand five hundred and thirty one letters, a full seven thousand five hundred and thirty letters!
Ji Mo read every letter carefully, folded it carefully and put it away.
Every time he read a letter, his heart felt a little heavier and a little warmer.
And when he finished reading, he was wrapped in the warmth and heaviness, as if he was suffocating. Every time he took a breath, it became very difficult and painful, until the heaviness and warmth were stored in his heart and became After feeling intense heartache, he took two sharp breaths to calm himself down again.
There were still a few boxes left, so I opened them at the end of the season and looked at them.
There are some paintings and some photos inside.
The content of the paintings is very simple. Except for Ji Mo himself, most of them are portraits of a family of three painted by Portelia, and a few are landscape paintings.
He in the painting looks very much like himself. No wonder Erica, who has never seen herself before, can recognize her.
And the painting of a family of three...
It is more like a family portrait, starting from the way he held Erica when he was a child, to the way Erica holds him and Portelia when he grows up.
These paintings seemed to be the happiest moments that Portelia imagined in her mind. She used a paintbrush to paint the pictures in her mind little by little.
At the end of the season, he reached out and brushed the painting. He seemed to see Portelia holding a paintbrush, sitting in front of the easel, with a slight smile, painting the picture of hope she had longed for, bit by bit, so peacefully. Yet it made him pity so much.
A painting was unfolded by Ji Mo, closed again by him, and finally carefully packed away and put back into the box and returned to its original place.
Finally, he picked up a relatively small number of photos and looked at their contents.
Most of the photos were of mother and daughter, and only a few were group photos. The only people recognized at the end of the season were Jason and Alexander. But after seeing a full-body portrait at the end of the season, they couldn't help but be stunned. one time.
On the green grass, a woman in a white dress sat quietly against a big tree with white petals flying.
Her white-blond hair was simply tied back by a golden ribbon, and she wore a beautiful flower ring on her head, showing her softness.
A few naughty strands of hair seemed to have been blown up by the wind, flying around the face. The person in the photo ignored it, but held a long knife in both hands and used his unfocused golden eyes. Looking into the distance, he seems to have seen something. His sword-like eyebrows are slightly raised, giving the whole person a sense of domineering. The slight smile that appears at the corner of the mouth brings a touch of tenderness to the whole person. .
"Portelia..." Ji Mo murmured and did not put the photo back. Instead, he put it directly into his personal space without even thinking about it.
In the end, the only things that he hadn't seen yet were the film reels. But he looked at the ancient movie projector and pressed his forehead. He didn't know how to use it.
At this moment, the door had been closed for who knows how long but someone pushed it open from the outside. Ji Mo raised his head, nodded to the person, and showed a gentle smile. It was Erica.
"I'm afraid you'll damage these things!" Looking at Ji Mo holding a film tray but not knowing how to use it, Aaliya said coldly, walked straight to Ji Mo and took it from Ji Mo's hand. Then, I turned on the projector and the projection screen in front of me, and turned off the lights in the room.
Suddenly, the sound of the projector's rotation was heard in the room, and a vivid picture appeared on the projection screen.
"Dear Mo, have you seen me? Hehe, this thing is called a movie. It's a very magical thing. How about it? Are you surprised?"
After a burst of triumphant laughter, Portelia left the screen. It took more than half a minute before she pulled someone over and ran over.
With a domineering push on her daughter, Portilia held her in front of the camera. With a smile, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and like a queen who could not resist, she ordered: "Erica, you and your Dad, say a few words!".
Erica in the picture curled her lips and turned her head to one side, but Portelia twitched the corners of her mouth, roughly grabbed her daughter's face, and twisted it straight, her face was gentle but filled with coldness. The word came out slowly from his mouth.
"obedient……"
Crunch! Erica stiffened, turned her head quickly, squeezed out an ugly smile, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and shouted loudly: "Dad, come and take care of this crazy bitch like you, you are already like this After a long time, I will be oppressed to death!".
"Damn girl!" Portelia laughed and cursed, letting go of Erica, but Erica put her face directly in front of the camera, completely blocking the camera, and said loudly: "Come back quickly, a flower The old woman who has been obsessed with you for more than five hundred years is waiting for you, come back quickly..."
After saying this, Erica's voice dropped rapidly, and her black eyes in front of the camera became blurry, and she whispered: "I also want to see if you are as perfect as she said, but I want to , my Erica’s father should be the most outstanding man in the world, even though I have never really met you...".
"When will you come back? We really miss you, Dad..."
