He is from a fighting nation

Zhou Xiangwan's [-]th love letter was in Russia, strictly speaking, in Belev's manor.

Wu Liang returned to Russia with a sleeping Zhou Xiangwan. The weather in Russia in summer is refreshing, and Belev's manor is even more breezy, and the green willows are full of refreshing green.

Wu Liang had a bluetooth headset hanging by his ear, and he listened to Zhou Xiangwan's heartbeat all the time before he dared to leave him for a few hours.He walked along the wall of roses, bathed in the faint fragrance of flowers, and walked all the way to the villa that he burned down half of it.

The villa has been redecorated again. There is no sign of being burned on the outer walls, but the manuscripts of Tolstoy in Belev's collection were burned, and the corn and potatoes grown by Khrushchev were too ripe. up.

Wu Liang walked into the brand new living room, holding the treasure map drawn by Zhou Xiangwan in his hand, passing the game room, kitchen and Zhou Xiangwan's studio.The familiar route seems to bring Wu Liang back to the New Year's Eve. Zhou Xiangwan prepared a New Year's Eve gift for him. He is in a half-blind state, still stubbornly following the romantic process, insisting on carrying him behind his back, bumping bumps along the way Yes, when I walked to the garden, my forehead was flushed.

That day the garden was snowed heavily with goose feathers and covered with silver; today the garden is made of jasper and the grass grows and warblers fly.

Wu Liang stood alone under the sky-high emerald tree, looked up, and climbed up the ladder with both hands and feet. The door was ajar, and when it was pushed open, it made a creaking sound, as if welcoming Wu Liang's arrival.

The layout of the tree house hasn't changed much from the New Year's Eve with Zhou Xiangwan, the only difference is that there is an extra painting on the wardrobe door frame.

It was a manga-style portrait, about the size of the palms of two adults. The person in the painting was in a black suit, sitting on a stool, with black hair and black eyes, handsome facial features, and a serious expression. He was holding a bottle of bright red in his hand. Wangzai milk.

Of course it was Wu Liang.

In the quiet afternoon light, Wu Liang slowly approached the closet, raised his head to examine Zhou Xiangwan's brushstrokes carefully, first he looked at the lower right corner, but he didn't see Zhou Xiangwan's signature, raised his eyelashes slightly in doubt, and was caught off guard while drawing A faint reflection was seen in the middle man's dark eyes, the shadow was very shallow, and only the faint golden curly hair could make Wu Liang vaguely recognize who it was in the painting.

It turned out that this painting was not just a portrait of Wu Liang, Zhou Xiangwan also drew himself into it, turned into a small dot, and got into Wu Liang's eyes.

Wu Liang thought, this must be Zhou Xiangwan's love letter.He raised his hand cautiously, trying to take the painting down, but it seemed that he bumped into something, the frame made a rattling noise, and Zhou Xiangwan's voice sounded behind him without warning—Wu Liang!

At that moment, Wu Liang was so startled that his soul almost went out of his body. He screamed and turned his head suddenly, but was dazzled by a flash of light. The shock and shock made him sweat all over his body and kneel on his knees limp. on the ground.

Zhou Xiangwan's voice came from the stereo next to the computer, and the miniature projector on the photo frame cast Zhou Xiangwan's figure on the white wall.

The virtual image was exquisite and cold, and he didn't know anything about the great sorrow and joy in Wu Liang's heart, so he smiled happily.

"Wu Liang, I said earlier that I would draw a picture for you, and I will give it to you today. How about it, now you always believe that I can draw?" Zhou Xiangwan raised his face in embarrassment, and opened his eyes. His arm twitched, as if he had thrown himself on Wu Liang, "But don't get me wrong, this is not a love letter from me, this is a gift from me!"

Wu Liang has never taken a private photo with Zhou Xiangwan. His mobile phone is full of Zhou Xiangwan's goofy emojis. As a result, if he wants to find something to think about, he can only look for resources on the Internet.At this time, Zhou Xiangwan, who was facing the 1080p ultra-clear Blu-ray, received an unparalleled shock. He knelt on the ground weakly. He raised his hand, and the projection was cast on his hand, like light, like time. Unable to catch a star and a half.

Wu Liang had never been so consciously aware that Zhou Xiangwan was dead.He will never see him again in his life.

"No, the hundredth love letter is behind you." Zhou Xiangwan said.

Wu Liang looked behind him blankly, there was nothing but a closet, he opened the closet, there was no clothes in the closet, only a small bench.

Wu Liang instantly understood what Zhou Xiangwan meant.

If Zhou Xiangwan was still there, he must be hiding in the closet like a dog, and after the speaker finished saying "the hundredth love letter is behind you", he would suddenly jump out, hug him, and smile happily. tell him:……

"I am the hundredth love letter." In the projection, Zhou Xiangwan smiled and winked his right eye at Wu Liang, with an affectionate and bright smile, "It will take you a long, long time to read it."

On that day, Wu Liang was silent for a long time amidst the grief of being exterminated and the calmness of determination, and made a decision.

One month later, Wu Liang brought Zhou Xiangwan to a cryogenic sleep laboratory in Switzerland. Here, Zhou Xiangwan's body will enter a cryogenic sleep state. He may sleep for a year, ten years or a hundred years, or maybe never wake up.

Wu Liang didn't know, but at least he could have hope in his heart.

Zhou Xiangwan was lying naked in the freezer compartment, as clean as a baby.Wu Liang described him carefully with his eyes, he was thinner and his chest muscles were shrunken, but Wu Liang didn't want to let go of any detail.After a long time, he bent down, touched Zhou Xiangwan's forehead with his lips, stroked his increasingly thick hair with his fingers, nose to nose, and said softly, "Good night."