After writing this sentence, a gentle look appeared on Gu Qi's face, as if he remembered the way she was eating fish in front of him, cute and well-behaved.

"Aunt Wang's son has gone to high school this year, and his grades are not as good as you. Aunt Wang always said that she would like to ask you any tips on learning.

Beishan Hot Spring is still the same, but another batch of maple trees have been planted. The maple leaves next year will be more prosperous and beautiful..."

He babbled two pages of stationery.

Ten years later, he has not heard from him since he left Gu's house.

The admission letter from the university was kept at home and waiting for her to fetch it, but she never came back since she left the villa that time.

Gu Qi knew that she really didn't want to have anything to do with herself, so he hasn't sent anyone to look for it since then.

Because if he sent someone to find him, he should be angry.

How dare he make her angry.

It’s just that no matter how late you are at work, Gu Qi will choose to come to the villa to rest.

He cleaned her room every day, but he never slept in her room again.

Care about this very well, he can't do things like this that she doesn't like.

At the end of the letter, he paused.

"Happy birthday and all the best

Brother: Gu Qi"

After writing, there was a slight smile on his face, it seemed that such a blessing would make her life go smoothly.

He folded the letter carefully, not like folding a letter, but like folding all of his hearts together.

Gu Qi put the letter paper in the prepared envelope, then properly wrote the address on the envelope, and mailed it downstairs.

Within a few days, the letter was sent back to the mailbox of the villa by the postman.

All the addresses he wrote down were for this villa.

Because this is his good home.

In that mailbox lies a thick stack of letters that will never be opened.

The cover of each letter reads:

Recipient: Sister, Yu Hao

The plum blossoms in the courtyard did not bloom this winter. They were alone in the snow, and looked very desolate.

The newly moved neighbor next to the villa has a five-year-old child. When he was naughty, he had to hold his parents' hand and go to the next door.

After the doorbell rang many times, someone opened the door. He was an ordinary middle-aged man.

"Hello, uncle! I'm the new neighbor who moved in next door. Are you the owner of this house?" The child looked at the uncle in front of him with ignorant eyes. How about in a villa with such a good location?

The person who opened the door was Wang Yu's son. At this time, when he heard the child say this, Wang Yu's son waved his hand: "I am not."

How could he be the owner of this villa? The deceased Gu's Patriarch is so powerful that he can't match it.

The child asked in an innocent voice: "Then why are you here?"

Hearing the child's question, Wang Yu's son looked in a trance for a moment.

Oh... because someone gave him a lot of money to sweep the snow every winter, and turn on all the lights at the door one day near the New Year, it seemed that someone was afraid that someone could not find the way home.

Wang Yu's son smiled: "I don't know, maybe it's because this villa is afraid of loneliness."

The child laughed.

A few days later, there was another heavy snowfall one night.

There are bright lights everywhere in the yard, but the room is completely dark.

All the traces of being here were taken away by the years, only the mailboxes filled with letters, and the plum trees that no one came to appreciate in the courtyard, bloomed with clean flowers.

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