three years old

Ning Xi unfolded the letter and wrote it very long.

He lowered his head, held his breath, and began to read word by word.

"Baby Ning Xi:

Seeing the letter is like meeting you, I am fine.

I have wanted to write to you for a long time.

He hesitates to write, deletes and changes, and you have to leave before you have time to finish the draft.

It's five in the morning and you're sleeping, soundly.

This is the night before you are leaving.

So, forgive me for not being able to sleep with you tonight.

I want to tell you a lot, and this piece of paper is not enough to write. It would be great if the composition for the college entrance examination was "Write to You", and my mind would not be blank anymore.

I found out that there are 24 steps to go from my house to yours. If I miss you just once at the next step, that day will pass like this. (I'm pissed)

My grades are poor, I fight a lot, I have a bad temper, I am too handsome, and I have many shortcomings.

The biggest advantage is being loved by you.

You have a sense of proportion, but I am reckless, thank you that no one has anything to stop me and you, and thank you for tolerating my childishness.

I used to want to be your wristband and hold your hand, then I wanted to be your sneakers and carry your weight, now I want to be your coat and hold you in my arms forever.

You are three years older than me, and I am six centimeters taller than you (187, really).

We are no different, we are evenly matched.

With you, the number of time is also rigid, only the length of life can be measured.

16 years like a day.

I will always be in awe of the tomorrow that will face you.

I can't thank you enough.

The letter is written in a hurry, the preface is inconsistent, the logic is confusing, and the language is not good. Brother, please be patient.

I checked the weather forecast and it said that there will be rain in Beijing in the next few days, so remember to bring an umbrella and be careful on the road, for sure!

The hard-earned reunion is even more precious.

So, I, no, afraid.

No more talking, it's time for training. (Actually, I don't like basketball)

I only love you.

行骋

At the upstairs window on March 2018, [-]"

Ning Xi was surprised to find that he had already left the border of Sichuan, and the train took him into another strange province and city.

At the footer of the letter, Xing Cheng scribbled, but neatly left the last line:

"Ning Xi, I will always write love letters to you, because this life is not over yet."