go too far

As He Lin predicted, until Friday, the project came to an end, and he was finally able to leave work on time.

After picking up Jiang Yu, he took the initiative to report: "I don't need to go back to the company tonight, do you have any plans?"

Jiang Yu had no idea either.He Lin worked overtime for the past two weeks. In the evenings, after eating and taking a shower, he would go to bed and read for a while, and sleep when he felt sleepy. His life was simple and boring.However, after getting back together with He Lin these few days, even if he was sleepy, he would wait for He Lin to return home before going to sleep.It seems to have finally painted the painting with only lines. Although it is still an ordinary life, it seems to become shining.

Only in this way, he seemed to have nothing else to ask for.They have experienced turbulent waves and failed, but now they just want to keep flowing.

"Go home first," he said casually, "I'll think about it when I eat."

He Lin nodded in understanding, and turned a corner in the car, but it was a street scene that Jiang Yu had never seen before.

"Where is this going?"

"Buy some food," He Lin replied, "I'll cook it myself tonight."

I was in a hurry some time ago, and almost all the cooked food I bought, I just need to heat it up when I go back.Jiang Yu squinted at him, and jokingly said, "You know how to cook?"

"Why can't you do it?" He Lin suddenly felt that he was underestimated, "I'll show you a trick tonight."

Jiang Yu chuckled: "We only met once during the Chinese New Year after graduation, why didn't I see you helping Aunt Lin at that time?"

After he said it, he realized that he was able to take it calmly when he talked about the years of separation.

He Lin didn't respond extraneously, and explained to him calmly: "I used to help my mother a few times in college, but she kicked her out every time. She thought I was in the way."

"It seems that the taste is not very good." Jiang Yu raised his elbow to the door, put his hand on his chin, looked at him sideways with a half-smile, disbelief written all over his face.

With drooping face, He Lin was a little heartbroken: "Then just wait and see!"

As if holding his breath because of this, when he arrived at the supermarket, He Lin threw the packaged ingredients into the basket without stopping, filling up the entire shopping basket in a short while.Jiang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, followed behind him and put the ingredients back to their original positions.

"There are so many vegetables, are you a hamster?"

He Lin was a little annoyed: "I want to prove myself."

"You are enough, just get one or two dishes at will," Jiang Yu reminded, "I have to go home for dinner tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Now that I have bought so much, I will spoil it later."

He Lin thought about it too, he could save face later, but he must not let Jiang Yu get upset.So he picked and picked in the basket, and finally only left the ingredients for three dishes and one soup.

After arriving home, he asked Jiang Yu to go to the living room to watch TV and wait. Jiang Yu refused to follow, but just stayed in the kitchen, his body vigilantly prepared, in case the other party really blows up the kitchen, he can quickly rescue him .

But after stopping for a while, he saw that He Lin was proficient in knives and skillful in cooking oil, so his tense body relaxed, and he couldn't help but said, "It seems that there are still two brushes. When did you learn it?"

"Just when I went to England for an exchange," He Lin raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "The first thing I learned was longevity noodles. I'll make them for you when your birthday is next year."

Speaking of birthdays...

"Then can there still be love letters?" Jiang Yu asked cautiously, but also with hope in his eyes.

He Lin turned off the fire, put the vegetables into a bowl, and looked at Jiang Yu with a smile on his face: "Want?"

"Hmm!" Jiang Yu responded forcefully.

"That will have to wait until next year."

After all, He Lin wanted to raise his hands to rub his hair, but also thought about the greasy hands, so he had to give up.

However, Jiang Yu recalled at this time that during the revolving lantern, on the night of the freshman celebration banquet, when He Lin thought he fell asleep because of drunkenness, he had also revealed to him that he had written down the words he had written when he was 20 years old. To send him a love letter.It's just that this matter, he still doesn't know whether it's because of the changes in the revolving door, or if it happened before.

Thinking about this unsolved question, Jiang Yu tentatively asked: "Then after we broke up, did you write me a love letter?"

Hearing this, He Lin's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yu, but retracted instantly after his eyes touched the other's bright eyes.After a while, he muttered softly: "Yes..."

There really is!

Unexpectedly, the other party admitted so decisively. Jiang Yu thought he would have to bargain with the other party for a few more rounds, so after being stunned for a few seconds, he asked excitedly, "Do you still keep it?"

"I'm still keeping it," He Lin put the second dish into the pot, and said, "But the content...it's useless to show it to you now, and it's really hypocritical."

"That won't work!" Jiang Yu said without giving in, "I should have given it to me in the first place, even if it's useless, you have to give it to me."

What kind of nonsense is this? !He Lin pretended to be pitiful and struggled: "Why are you so fierce?"

If hard ones don’t work, then soft ones.Jiang Yu grabbed his ear and pulled him closer, He Lin yelled until Jiang Yu kissed him twice on the cheek.

"Would you like to show it?"

As if the acupuncture points were tapped in an instant, He Lin recalled the kiss on his face, as if returning to a vague dream, and vaguely saw Jiang Yu's fangs like a milk cat.He remained motionless in place until Jiang Yukuang patted him to remind him that the dishes in the pot were almost burnt, and then he woke up from the big dream.

After clearing his throat, He Lin hurriedly finished cooking the food before compromising, "I'll show you after the meal."

Satisfied, Jiang Yu took the bowls and chopsticks with a smile that couldn't be concealed, and even yelled anxiously when eating, completely losing his usual slow-chewing appearance, which made He Lin couldn't help but said to him: "Is there such a thing?" Is it delicious, eat slowly." He said, and put a bowl of soup in front of Jiang Yu.

Swallowing a mouthful of food in his mouth, Jiang Yu said: "The taste is indeed not bad, I underestimated you."

He Lin snorted coldly, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, revealing his joy and satisfaction at a glance.

After dinner, Jiang Yu watched the other party tidy up the table slowly, couldn't help getting up to help him put all the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and skillfully set the cleaning mode and time.Immediately, he pushed and shoved people through the corridor, but stood between several doors, not knowing where to go next, he hurriedly urged: "Hurry up."

He Lin looked at him unhurriedly: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Can you not be in a hurry!" Jiang Yu frowned and growled.

After all, this can be regarded as his uneasiness, how could he not be in a hurry.

He Lin couldn't help laughing at him, but didn't delay on purpose. He opened the door of the study, went straight to the innermost part of the bookcase and squatted down.

Jiang Yu didn't go into his study very often, only came in once or twice to take books from the bookcase.At this time, I saw that he first moved out some sundries from the bottom of the bookcase, and then took out a small wooden box from the bottom.

"No." He handed the small wooden box to Jiang Yu.

The latter took it and weighed it a little. It was very light, and even the wooden box itself was almost weightless.There was no lock on the box, and he lifted the lid easily.

What catches the eye is the box that fits flat, with the love letter "To 24-year-old Jiang Yu" written on the outside.

Jiang Yu poured out all the contents, and there was a whole stack.He counted, there were seven in all.But it has only been five years since the breakup, Jiang Yu couldn't figure out why there were seven love letters?

He turned down one letter after another, 24 years old, 23 years old... until the end, there were three love letters with "To 20-year-old Jiang Yu" written on the cover, and the one on top was flat. It is intact, but the bottom two letters are full of creases. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is the result of rubbing and then smoothing.

"Why did you write it three times when you were 20 years old?" Jiang Yu vaguely guessed that it was related to a series of changes that year, but he still asked bluntly.

"Too many things have happened," He Lin said as expected, "If you modify it, there will be three letters."

Jiang Yu nodded, but he didn't open the three duplicates first, but started to read the most recent one.

Compared with love letters, the content is more like greetings.He Lin told him about his life, and asked him all kinds of things in love letters, about his work, about his new life, and about his experience when he went to the United States for exchange.

It's not an exaggeration to say that part of the content is an ordinary exchange between small rooms, but there is such an embarrassing relationship between the two that they can't ask some simple and ordinary questions without any grudges. Questions - "Do you eat well?", "Is your work hard?", "Are you still used to living alone?".

What's more, it is the words that can't be asked anyway-"Do you still like the house with bay windows?", "Will you still buy chestnuts when you are alone?", "During the New Year's Eve, Counting down to Times Square?"  …

He Lin didn't dare to ask, but he couldn't hold back his words, so he could only vent all his longing and concern in this customary love letter.If you look carefully, you can still see a trace of trembling in his strokes that is not easy to be noticed by others.

And these thoughts, until today, can finally be conveyed to the other party.

When he turned to the love letter that Jiang Yu had been brooding over, he could feel his hands trembling unceasingly, and he was very nervous.He Lin leaned against the edge of the desk with him, and hugged him sideways.

He slowly calmed down in the arms of the other party, and only then opened the intact one.

On the letter paper, there were only three words written - "I'm sorry."

"I apologize to you for my concealment," He Lin added in a low voice next to Jiang Yu's ear, "I apologize to you for the breakup I said."

"You have no other choice." Jiang Yu turned his head slightly and said.

But He Lin leaned against his forehead and shook his head slightly: "Maybe there is a better way."

If they thought about it more carefully, if he had told Jiang Yu everything at that time, maybe they could find a solution that got the best of both worlds.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Not wanting to dwell too much on the irreversible facts, Jiang Yu took the last love letter in order, but He Lin stopped him.

"Let's read the first one first."

"Is there a difference?" Jiang Yu asked, still pulling out the bottom one as he said.

He Lin was noncommittal, and let go of his embrace.

Even if it is the same person, the Chinese characters written in different time periods will be slightly different.Wrinkles do not affect Jiang Yu's reading. The style of the letter in front of him is the closest to the font in Jiang Yu's memory of the love letter he received when he was 19 years old.Thinking back to He Lin's frank words in Revolving Horse Lantern, as well as the first few sentences that caught his eye, he knew the reason for it.

This love letter was indeed written by He Lin on the night of his 19th birthday.