Today is the weekend, the weather is sunny, there are people coming and going in the mall, and there is a lot of traffic.
Mingyao stood in the dazzling shopping mall, inspecting the surrounding environment, her eyes showing a little confusion.
She suddenly forgot what she was going to do...
Mingyao gently rubbed her temples and frowned slightly.
"It's strange. My memory seems to have declined a lot recently..."
Mingyao's eyes lit up when she looked at the mannequins outside the men's clothing store.
She remembered!
Huo Yan's birthday is coming soon, and she is here to buy her a birthday gift today...
When she was about to enter the store, someone not far away called her.
"Mingyao! Are you coming to go shopping too?"
A beautiful and fashionable girl waved to her, walked up to her quickly, looked at her with concern, and asked softly.
"You, how are you lately?"
"..."
Mingyao was stunned for a moment.
She couldn't remember who the girl in front of her was...
Do they know each other?
Bai Han looked at Mingyao who was in a daze, with a trace of pity in his eyes.
She still remembers the day when she and Huo Xiao met them at a coffee shop near the art exhibition. Mingyao and Huo Xiao's brother were sitting together, and the deep affection flowing between them could be seen without sweet words.
At that time, she was still very envious of this talented and beautiful young couple.
It was just a twist of fate. I didn't expect that they would be separated forever...
Bai Han looked at Mingyao's pale face, pulled her into a dessert shop, found a seat to sit down, and carefully ordered a cup of hot milk for her.
"Actually, I can understand your mood at this time..."
Bai Han sighed. When she was in school, she had a very close friend who passed away early due to illness. She was still sad for a long time at that time.
"...Everyone has to go through this moment. The more you lose, the stronger you have to be. The happiness of the living is the greatest comfort to the deceased. Even for him, you have to make yourself happy..."
"..." Mingyao looked at her in confusion, blinking her eyelashes.
What is she saying?
What is gone?
Who is talking about?
Mingyao's hand holding the cup began to tremble unconsciously, as if she heard the sound of something breaking, and a chill poured into her body from the soles of her feet.
"...I, I don't know what you are talking about..."
She shook her head, stood up from her seat, ignored Bai Han who called her from behind, and left in a hurry.
Mingyao walked quickly outside the mall, flagged down a taxi, and returned to their home. As soon as they entered, they hurried up to the study on the second floor.
Seeing the familiar layout and smelling the familiar fragrance of ink, Mingyao's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
She sat on the chair and suddenly noticed a thin layer of dust falling on the desk.
She touched it with her fingers and found several clear fingerprints on the table, which made Mingyao feel a little strange.
Huo Yan is obviously a very clean person.
Mingyao took out a few wet wipes, wiped the table carefully, and sorted the books and notebooks on the table. She didn't dare to put them around, so she opened the drawer and planned to put the books in first and then take them out after cleaning them. come out.
The drawer was opened. There was no debris inside, only an envelope.
There are several words written on the envelope:
To Mingyao.
This is Huo Yan's handwriting.
Mingyao stiffened, as if restrained by an invisible force and unable to move. Her throat was dry, a huge premonition gripped her, fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her whole body was shrouded in icy fear.
She stood there for a long time, then blinked her dry eyes, stretched out her hand, and opened the letter with trembling fingertips.
"Dear Yaoyao, Zhan Xinjia.
Now I am writing this letter in my study, and I don’t know how to finish it.
This letter is probably the last letter I write to you.
You complained before, why I stopped writing to you after we got married. Do you think I don’t love you anymore?
In fact, what I wrote was just that the words I wrote unconsciously became very artificial, so disgusting that even I couldn't stand it, and in the end I destroyed them all myself.
But please don’t doubt my love for you. Words are not enough to express one ten thousandth of my feelings for you.
From an early age, I was ready to leave at any time. But fate was merciful and allowed me to feel pure love and beauty before I left this world.
I have a wealthy family, family members who love me, and people I love deeply. Who wouldn’t think this is an enviable life?
I don’t need to wait until the last moment of my life, I already understand that the time with you is the happiest day in my life, and those memories will always be in my heart.
I have many, many more things to say to you.
After I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, I thought about writing many letters in advance and sending them to you one by one slowly by mail.
But then I realized that this approach was too selfish and would keep you immersed in the memories of the past.
In the late night, the wind is still and the grain is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Mingyao, after I leave, you only need to miss me for seven days. After seven days, please forget about me and start your new life bravely.
Hope we can meet again in heaven in the future.
If there is no heaven.
For me, the time I spend with you is as beautiful as heaven...
I will always love you Ayan”
The hand holding the letter kept shaking, and the world in front of me seemed to collapse in the blink of an eye. All the colors turned into black and white, like ruins.
A tear fell from her eyes. Mingyao suddenly covered her face with her hands and squatted down. Her thin back violently twitched, and a suppressed cry of pain flowed out from between her fingers.
She remembered.
Her lover is no longer alive.
During this time, she just didn't want to accept reality.
I just chose escape and self-deception...
The woman lay on the floor, crying heartbrokenly.
A gentle wind blew outside the study, seeming to gently comfort her.
**
The door was knocked lightly twice, and then gently pushed open.
A man in a suit walked in and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Huo, do you have anything to ask me about?"
"Help me go to the mall to pick up a necklace. I'll send you the address and contact information." Huo Xiao raised his head and said.
Secretary Zhou looked calm on the surface, but was a little shocked in his heart.
This is the first time he has received such a task.
"OK."
Huo Xiao thought for a while and added, "Buy me another bouquet of flowers, blue and purple platycodon."
"Okay, Mr. Huo."
Secretary Zhou secretly guessed.
Mr. Huo should have a date tonight, and the necklace and flowers are gifts for him.
I just don’t know, who is that woman?
He has never heard of Mr. Huo's ambiguous relationship...
Huo Xiao stood up, took out his black wallet, took out a card and gave it to him.
The movement was a bit fast, and something green fell out of the wallet.
The thing fell to the ground.
Secretary Zhou took a closer look and saw that it was a leaf bookmark.
He wanted to lean over and help the boss pick it up, but Huo Xiao moved faster than him. He squatted down and carefully picked up the leaf and put it in the palm of his hand. He blew it gently and put it back in his wallet cherishedly.
I didn’t expect Mr. Huo to be quite artistic.
Secretary Zhou thought to himself.
It was getting late, Huo Xiao drove home, got out of the car and took the bouquet and gift box from the passenger car.
Looking at the soft and fragrant petals, Huo Xiao pursed his lips, feeling a little shy.
He walked into the house, but it was not as warm as the previous few days. There was no steaming food, no woman coming up with a smile, only a dark and silent room.
Huo Xiao frowned and called softly: "Mingyao?"
No response.
Maybe he went shopping, he thought.
He turned on the light and saw a white envelope on the coffee table.
The hand holding the flower suddenly tightened, and the petals fell piece by piece.
Huo Xiao put the things in his hands on the table and raised his hand to open the letter.
The handwriting is beautiful, and it was indeed written by her.
There were only a few lines, which mainly expressed her apology to him and the embarrassment of facing him without words, and also conveyed the message that she was moving out.
Huo Xiao lowered his eyes and read it word for word in only ten seconds.
It seems that she has realized the reality of Huo Yan's death...
I don’t know what it feels like, first feeling empty, and then feeling relaxed as if the dust has settled.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, slowly folded the letter back according to the original crease, and put it back into the envelope.
fair enough.
Stages of psychological changes following the death of a loved one.
First comes denial, then loss and negativity, and finally acceptance.
This stage of denial is over, and then comes healing, and then slowly starting a new life.
He could understand the move of moving out from home. After all, there were too many memories about them in this home, and it was easy to get emotional.
Huo Xiao sat on the sofa, holding the envelope in his hand, his eyes filled with darkness.
He once saw Huo Yan's box in the study, which was full of letters written by Mingyao to him.
This was the first letter she wrote to him.
If there is a first letter, there will be a second letter...
He is Huo Xiao, he will not always be someone else's substitute.
Take your time, they still have plenty of time...
