Extra 107 Letters You Haven't Read
Later, Cheng Ge always teased Qing Nuan and told her that he didn't expect that she had written a love letter for him three years ago.
When Qing Nuan was told that for the first time, she blushed a lot; when he told her that for the second time, she still blushed a little; when he said that for the third time, she didn’t blush anymore, and she started to retort angrily: “Do you have any awareness of being a boyfriend? Since you know that your girlfriend has written you a love letter, why don’t you write one back?”
Cheng Ge was amused by her and laughed out loud, "So you want me to write you a love letter. If you want a love letter, just say so. We are already an old married couple, why are you still shy?"
"Who wants to be with you, an old married couple?" Qing Nuan was shy in her heart, but she was tough on the outside and rolled her eyes at Cheng Ge.
"You, we've been together since junior high school, so what else can we be but an old married couple?"
Qing Nuan corrected him helplessly: "We have only been dating for less than three months, Cheng Ge, please make this clear."
"But when we met 8 years ago, I was determined to win you over." Cheng Ge said seriously.
Qing Nuan was overwhelmed by his sudden confession.
Cheng Ge stopped teasing her, his eyes suddenly became a little deep, he sat casually on the sofa, and asked casually: "Didn't I give you a QQ account in high school? Did you change your number a long time ago?"
Qing Nuan nodded: "Well, it's no longer necessary."
Cheng Ge understood.
No wonder Qing Nuan thought he was with Luo Weiwei back then. It turned out that she had never read the letters he wrote to her during the two years they were apart.
In fact, he not only wrote letters to Qing Nuan, but because he couldn't contact Qing Nuan at that time, he also left a message to Xu Jiarong's QQ online, asking her to tell Qing Nuan to check his QQ messages and emails.
Now it seems that Xu Jiarong must have deliberately concealed the truth in order to help Song Yang pursue Qing Nuan.
Qing Nuan was still sketching outside the window while complaining quietly: "Really? What's wrong with writing a letter? If you put it this way, it seems like you never really pursued me. When we were in school, I was the one pursuing you. Now that I think about it, I really feel so unlucky! If only I had a Doraemon time machine, I could go back to the past and make you pursue me properly once, humph!"
Cheng Ge leaned against the sofa calmly, holding his chin, admiring Qing Nuan's temper in front of him. Such a warm and happy scene almost melted his heart.
He couldn't let go of the girl in front of him who was wearing a long skirt, pouting, and wearing makeup without makeup.
Qing Nuan muttered for a long time.
Cheng Ge listened quietly for a long time.
Finally, Cheng Ge walked up to her, whispered in her ear, and said with a joking smile: "Actually, I wrote you a love letter, but you didn't see it."
Qing Nuan opened her eyes and mouth wide as if she had heard something bizarre.
Cheng Ge looked at her surprised expression and just found it funny: "And there were more than one."
Qing Nuan tilted her head suspiciously.
Cheng Ge continued: "No more, no less, a total of 107 love letters."
"What?" Qing Nuan yelled, "Is this true? Are you kidding me, Ge Ge?"
"If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. God is my witness. If I lie to you, I'll let you kiss me." Cheng Ge raised his hand and swore.
The corners of Qing Nuan's mouth twitched. This bet was a bit strange, but Qing Nuan still asked curiously: "What if you didn't lie..."
"If I'm not lying, you have to let me kiss you." Cheng Ge finished the bet that he had not yet finished.
Qing Nuan thought, I didn’t realize it before, Cheng Ge looks cold, but he is serious and strict with himself at work, I didn’t expect that he would actually cheat.
Qing Nuan shook her head and explained, "I want to ask, if you are not lying, then where are the 107 letters?"
Cheng Ge raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "You threw it away."
"Impossible!" Qing Nuan raised her face, "How could I throw it away? Tell me the truth, did you write it?"
"Yes, if you can still find the QQ number I gave you when you were in high school, check your mailbox." After saying that, Cheng Ge waved his hand casually and went to work.
Thus, an operation to recover the account began.
Qing Nuan vaguely remembered the password of that account, because all her passwords were basically the same and would not change, but after 7 years, the difficult thing was that she had long forgotten that account.
Cheng Ge deliberately teased her, kept her in suspense, and refused to tell her what those numbers were.
But later Qing Nuan thought of a brilliant idea.
According to her understanding of Cheng Ge, if those letters really existed, Cheng Ge would definitely try his best to keep them on his side, so she could find a way to crack Cheng Ge's email password.
So she openly declared war on Cheng Ge: "I want to crack your email password!"
Cheng Ge immediately guessed what she was thinking: "Sure, you can crack it."
So Qing Nuan mobilized all her brain cells to guess Cheng Ge's password. She tried his birthday, his mobile phone number, the last eight and six digits of his ID card, and the pinyin of his name plus his birthday...
Of course, she also tried her own birthday out of prudence...but the results were all wrong.
The process of guessing the password drove Qing Nuan crazy.
Finally, Cheng Ge couldn't bear it anymore and typed the letters on the computer keyboard for her: Nuannuan Ti Amo.
What a simple sentence it is actually.
Qing Nuan then realized that she had guessed so many complicated passwords, but in fact everyone follows a principle when setting passwords, that is, to make them simple and easy to remember, so that the owner of the password can easily remember them no matter where they go or how many years have passed.
Nuannuan Ti Amo——Nuannuan, I love you.
The mailbox page opened, and in the contacts, Cheng Ge set up a group for Qing Nuan, and the name of the group was Ti.
Click in to check your emails.
Sure enough, exactly 107 letters, no more, no less, all lying quietly in the outbox.
It turns out that Cheng Ge can really take her across time and back to the past, and those letters that have been silent for many years finally wait for their owners.
Sender: Cheng Ge
Time: March 19, 2011 (Saturday) 3:33 pm Recipient: Qing Nuan
Nuannuan, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person.
Yesterday, Friday, something very interesting happened during English evening study.
By 10 o'clock in the evening self-study, all the students in the class were already very tired. Many students sitting in the back row could not hold on and fell asleep in a daze.
The English teacher was still teaching us at the podium with dark circles under his eyes.
When she was talking about a grammar, she said, "This is an imperative sentence. Please turn off the light."
At this moment, the student sitting in the last row near the light switch suddenly woke up and turned off the light in a panic.
The whole class was amused by him.
Do you find it funny too?
Actually, I also fell asleep for a while during the evening self-study. I dreamed that I was back in J City, and you were sitting at my desk, tapping my head with your pen, and telling me in a panic, "The teacher is here, the teacher is here! Wake up!"
In my dream, I heard you calling me Brother Ge. I haven’t heard this name for a long time and I missed it very much.
When you come to City A and we meet, I will definitely make you scream your heart out, haha.
Today’s time online is coming to an end, so I’ll stop writing here.
Waiting for your reply.
Song Brother
Sender: Cheng Ge
Time: April 10, 2011 (Sunday) 5:33 pm Recipient: Qing Nuan
Nuannuan, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person.
I have been taking mock exams recently and my dad has been watching me too closely, so I haven't been able to write to you. Are you worried?
By this time, the sweet olive trees in J City should have bloomed.
After I arrived in City A, I never saw the sweet olive again. The high school in City A was full of azaleas, and I thought the azaleas were too bright. If it were you, you would definitely prefer the sweet olive because it looks like you.
Has J City High School started preparing for mock exams recently? Please remember to report your results to me next time you reply. If you don’t do well in the exam, I will have a way to “teach you a lesson” when you arrive in A City.
I don’t know how you’ve been doing lately. In fact, I’ve been worried that Song Yang will continue to bully you. I’m not with you, so you have to take care of yourself and make more friends.
By the way, the school arranges an outing for the high school sophomores next week, so I will write to you a little later next time.
I'll send you pictures from the outing.
Today’s time online is coming to an end, so I’ll stop writing here.
Waiting for your reply.
Song Brother
Sender: Cheng Ge
Time: April 16, 2011 (Saturday) 4:18 PM Recipient: Qing Nuan
Nuannuan, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person.
I don’t know if you like the trivial things I tell you every day.
I'm back from the outing. Time is tight today, so I can only attach a few photos to you before I go offline.
I have been waiting for your reply. Have you read my letter?
I miss you.
Sometimes I miss you so much that I almost go crazy, but when it’s time to write you a letter, I don’t know what to say.
…
…
…
Waiting for your reply.
107 letters, seeing the letters is like seeing the person.
107 letters, waiting for your reply.
However, Qing Nuan didn't see the trivial high school diary that Cheng Ge wrote to her until such a long time later. She never replied to Cheng Ge's letter.
Those words seem childish or even ridiculous now, like a diary.
But it was these words that made Qing Nuan realize that in the two years since they were separated, she had never left his life.
She and he were lonely companions, full of hope and longing to meet each other.
Qing Nuan will keep this touching feeling in her heart for the rest of her life.
Qing Nuan spent three days to finish reading the 107 letters. She knew that she would have to spend more time reading them over and over again. Even if she and Cheng Ge died of old age and entered the tomb thousands of years later, the words would not be erased.
The time interval between each letter is different. Sometimes I write one letter a week, sometimes half a month, and sometimes two or three months.
Qing Nuan didn't pay much attention to the time interval when she read the letters. However, many years later, whenever she recalled those letters, she would still remember clearly that the last letter was sent on the afternoon after the college entrance examination.
In the letter, Cheng Ge was looking forward to Qing Nuan's arrival and thinking about their reunion in college. He wrote a clear sentence in the letter, which was a confession to Qing Nuan.
"Qing Nuan, from now on , you are mine and I am yours, okay?"
When Qing Nuan saw these words, she burst into tears instantly.
Cheng Ge also couldn't forget how he felt at that time. After typing the last word, it was like a long wait in the dark night, which almost exhausted his expectations and energy.
Many years later, he finally saw the morning glow in the east.
Qing Nuan was immediately moved by him.
The contents of the letter were all trivial matters, although trivial, but among those trivialities, every small plot, every touching conversation, every gentle and brilliant smile, almost tugged at one's heart, making Qing Nuan fall deeply into it and unable to extricate herself.
Cheng Ge's writing at that time was as plain as water, with no literary grace at all, but it just had this kind of charm.
Time shuttles back and forth again, and vaguely returns to the train that went to J City that year. Mixed with the rumbling sounds, the first blossoms of young girls appear on the rails.
One is Cheng Ge and the other is Qing Nuan.
Then turn the dream camera to the weathered birch tree, and the young man with a faint smile. There must be something hidden in his smile, perhaps a secret or warmth. He carefully took the girl's hand and implicitly engraved the words of confession.
Those scenes are enough to make Qingnuan reminisce.
So much so that 10 years, 20 years, or even in the next life, the next next life, and the next next next life, Qing Nuan will be moved by this faint but lingering sweetness.
We rode our bikes together on the way to school facing the morning glow, queued in the cafeteria together with empty stomachs, read Tagore together on the playground, and slept side by side in this paradise.
Bickering, fighting, asking the other person with a blushing face whether they like each other or not, and then gritting their teeth and refusing to be the first to open their heart.
Hate and like are so naturally and cleverly blended together that they can never be separated.
The more childish the love is, the more trivial the events are, and it can even be said to be dull. It is nothing more than a child hooking his finger or waving his fist. However, it is such a memory as light as water, hidden in an unattended mailbox, that has its unique warmth.
I'm yours.
Yes, they were destined to be together from the beginning and could not be separated.
