Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even holding it in the palm of my hand feels a little bit cold, like holding icicles.

It's just that such a hand is both familiar and unfamiliar to Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke summoned up his courage and slowly turned around.

Looking at the plain white face in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly calmed down.

The tenderness is like water, and the good times are like dreams.

This sentence comes from Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" in the Northern Song Dynasty.

It is a picture of a beautiful couple never meeting again.

It's just that Zhao Ke is surprisingly calm, even with the green face in front of him, the curved eyebrows, and the black and white eyes.

Even the long, broken hair on her forehead.

They are all overlapped like the face in my memory that I think about day and night.

But in Zhao Ke's heart, after the brief thunder, everything turned into a plain spring rain.

Terribly quiet.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Zhao Ke slowly let go of the woman's hand in front of him, and his voice no longer sounded like thunder and thunder just now.

Not tepid, without any mood swings, more like talking about something that has nothing to do with him.

"Rem!"

The round meat ball behind him called out briskly, ignored Zhao Ke's intentions, and just walked forward with his body against Zhao Ke.

The girl in front of her hooked her arm around Zhao Ke's arm intimately and naturally.

The pink cherry lips under the thin face evoked a faint smile.

Namely silent, but blissful.

The sun shines on Zhao Ke's cheek through the remaining ruins.

It makes people feel warm all over the body.

The feet are already covered with thick moss and flowers.

The soles of the feet stepped on it, as if stepping on a luxurious blanket.

Even the air is filled with an adoring fragrance of grass.

It's just that Zhao Ke couldn't see any joy in his eyes.

With a numb expression, he was more like a spectator on the sidelines, rather than a client in the girl's hands.

without it!

Just because Zhao Ke is very clear that all this is not true.

To say it's an illusion is just flattering.

If Zhao Ke is willing to uncover this fig leaf, let me tell you the roughest truth.

All of this is just my own obsession.

Just like those students who were lying in bed late at night studying Japanese.

After saying goodbye to the teacher with gratitude.

There is no difference in the process of silently throwing the snot-stained paper into the wastebasket.

Zhao Ke was very willing in his heart that all this was true.

It's just the toughness of his mind now.

It's not what it used to be.

Whether it is the view of bones, or Zhao Ke's tenacious soul.

All these make Zhao Ke keep absolute rationality in his mind all the time.

Even if Zhao Ke wanted to numb himself, he was roaring crazily in his heart, telling him not to worry so much, all of this is true.

But a fake is a fake.

The ridiculous thing is that he no longer has the qualifications to deceive himself.

Push open the already dusty door.

This was supposed to be the largest church in the orphanage.

Can not help but remind Zhao Ke of the memory, the sun shines on these colorful glass, making each glass look fresh and sacred.

But now, this place has become a dilapidated ruin.

When the sun shines, it is no longer so sacred, but it is just a little more dusty.

Zhao Ke didn't speak.

Not even a ray of emotion.

It's like a spring breeze, a dream, and I am just a spectator in this dream.

Let the big ball behind him, and the woman who was conceived by him beside him, quietly pull into the hall.

He didn't resist, just because he didn't have too many choices.

If the only thing that can touch him is to find a way to leave as soon as possible and leave here forever.

Here is the dream.

But in reality, I still have a lot of troubles waiting for me, and time does not allow me to continue to procrastinate.

"Do you still remember that you often secretly hide some food here. When the nuns leave, you can secretly retrieve it."

The girl's voice is very sweet.

It was even the best voice Zhao Ke had ever heard.

As she spoke, she groped for a gray steamed bun from under the cross.