1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 404 Greetings, we will meet in the spring.

"Holy crap! Who is it?! Who's in my house?"

The next day, March 27th, early in the morning.

When Cheng Kaiyan woke up, she was completely bewildered.

He was horrified to discover that there was a figure outside the open glass window, with two hands gripping the window and two dark eyes staring intently at him, almost giving him a heart attack.

Cheng Kaiyan's worldview almost collapsed. This is a light-hearted era worldview, not some suspenseful and bizarre worldview!

People with mental illnesses, psychopaths, and murderers, can't they just die somewhere far away?!

"Smile! Smile!"

"Are you awake? Your aunt needs to talk to you."

Cheng Kaiyan gasped for breath of the fresh, damp morning air, and then he noticed that the strange figure by the window was actually speaking in Aunt Zhao's voice!

Masaka—did she murder Aunt Zhao?! And then target me?
"Ahem... Aunt Zhao? Why aren't you sleeping this early in the morning? Are you here eavesdropping?"

Cheng Kaiyan shook her head, banishing the unrealistic and whimsical ideas that had been swirling in her mind when she first woke up that morning.

"What the hell are you listening to! There's not even a snoring sound!"

Seeing that Cheng Kaiyan had woken up, Aunt Zhao ripped open the window and curtains and shouted in an annoyed tone.

If their gate hadn't been locked, I wouldn't be here waiting for them to come to me... Oh no!
Are you waiting for someone at the window?
Aunt Zhao was inwardly resentful that Xu Yuxiu was actually being wary of the people in the courtyard and had even locked the gate, clearly afraid that someone would come to their house to steal money!

Despite what he said, the room lights did come on.

"Auntie, what do you want?! It's so early, can't we talk about it around seven or eight o'clock?"

Cheng Kaiyan complained, speechless.

However, upon closer inspection, one could indeed see Aunt Zhao's sharp-tongued, middle-aged face outside the window.

Speaking of Ruixue, how come she was born with such a pure and refined appearance, aloof and detached from the world?
He felt that it was mostly caused by her living environment and the people she came into contact with.

"Ruixue sent you a letter..."

Aunt Zhao turned her head and looked around mysteriously.

Not seeing anyone, he lowered his voice and explained quietly.

"what?"

Cheng Kaiyan sat up abruptly from the bed.

This girl went abroad to experience the glamorous world, became a writer, earned foreign exchange, and lived a very comfortable life.

He actually writes letters to himself?
It's been more than half a year since we last contacted each other, and I'm amazed she still remembers me!
"Hey……"

Cheng Kaiyan felt eight parts calm and indifferent, one part sentimental, and one part wistful.

"What are you 'ah' about? Keep your voice down! Someone might hear you."

Aunt Zhao glared at Cheng Kaiyan with annoyance, and then said, "This was specially sent to you by Ruixue. I didn't originally intend to give it to you."

Aren't you going to Japan to film a movie?
I've been thinking about this for over half a month, and I've decided to do it for you. When you go to the Daily News, you must give her a proper visit.

She's a young woman, and she's going to Japanese territory; I'm worried about her...

such……

The old lady has put the letter on the table for you. Don't let your mother or your boyfriend find it, or I'll be in trouble.

By the way, I've kept this girl's letter safe and sound, I haven't even opened it yet, so don't you dare tell on me!
I'm leaving now~ I won't bother you!

Dengdengdeng.

Aunt Zhao waved her hand, called Cheng Kaiyan over, and said a lot in a soft voice before darting back like a rabbit.

Afraid of being seen and called shameless, she came to Cheng Kaiyan's house early in the morning before dawn and lurked in the corner of the wall.

She was also worried that her daughter's act of delivering letters would be exposed. If outsiders found out, given the complicated and entangled relationship between their two families, it would be difficult to resolve.

There will definitely be some despicable people gossiping behind her back, saying that she has her eye on Cheng Kaiyan's family's wealth, and that she shamelessly tries to send her daughter to Cheng Kaiyan's bed even though she knows he has a boyfriend.

Yes, this person is Wang Cuihua from the east wing, one of the three most notorious gossipy shrewish women in Xiaowei Alley, and one of the senior agents of the village intelligence station!

Everyone should take precautions.

"She slipped away so quickly... Sigh, I wonder what this girl wrote for me?" Cheng Kaiyan shook her head helplessly, thinking with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.

I got up, dressed, and went to the window.

An international mail sign appeared before me; the envelope was thick, suggesting it contained more than just a few short letters.

"Tear..."

Cheng Kaiyan picked up the letter, plopped down in a chair, crossed her legs, and slowly tore open the envelope.

A single sheet, or rather a stack, of snow-white manuscript paper could not withstand the weight and slipped out of the envelope.

The delicate, light blue handwriting was slender and beautiful.

It has a unique, almost surreal, illusion of a flower branch with tender buds swaying in the wind on paper.

It has a fresh and natural beauty.

Cheng Kaiyan immediately recognized Zhao Ruixue's handwriting. Except for the first and second grades when the girl's handwriting was crooked, it had never changed since.

what is this?
"Wow--"

His expression turned serious. He put his legs down, sat upright, and opened the bound letters.

A name appeared before my eyes.

"Salt Snow?"

The young man at the desk opened his mouth in surprise, silently reading the title of the letter—or rather, the title of a book.

He roughly guessed that this was the work published in Japan by Zhao Ruixue.

But the name Salt Snow...

Yan and Xue?

Cheng Kaiyan frowned, staring intently at the bilingual (Chinese and Japanese) book title before her, her expression hesitant.

His fingers, which were twisting the manuscript paper, unconsciously became unusually firm.

"Tick tock..."

The wall clock on the white wall ticked away on its own, making a soft sound that added to the tranquility of the room.

Cheng Kaiyan sat there for a long time.

He ultimately lacked the willpower to turn the page.

After realizing this, a bitter smile appeared on Cheng Kaiyan's lips.

He now understands why Zhao Ruixue experienced such intense emotional turmoil and heartache after seeing and performing the play "Love Letter".

With a whoosh, he closed the manuscript, stuffed it back into the envelope, and carefully placed it on the bookshelf.

He doesn't plan to watch it.

He wanted to write a letter to this stubborn, willful, aloof, and restrained girl.

Let's talk about recent experiences and little things in life.
"Greetings, Comrade Zhao Ruixue."

You will surely be surprised when you receive this letter.

How could someone like me, who hasn't been in contact with you for six months and is so heartless, suddenly write to you?

Comrade Zhao Ruixue, please refrain from excessive speculation and avoid any worries. Please maintain your current path and continue with your work, life, and studies...

I just wanted to share my life over the past six months with you…

"Swipe brush-"

With his black Hero fountain pen, Cheng Kaiyan wrote thousands of words on the letter paper. He had already reached the part about his work winning an award, and then he restrained himself and stopped writing.

But when he thought of this girl all alone in a foreign land, he couldn't bear it and wanted to give her some hope.

So at the end of the letter, I wrote the last sentence:

"Greetings, we will meet again in the spring."

(End of this chapter)