Chapter 226 Death

  Little Tiger Mom didn’t know how to thank Mr. Jiang Yang.

  Now she knows.

  She returned to the music player software, selected all the songs of the Great Demon King, and chose to buy them. Then those songs that have never been purchased are downloaded. Then, she took his husband's mobile phone, still opened the music player software, searched for singer Li Yu, and selected all the songs under his name to buy.

  His husband was dumbfounded.

   What about his good wife who is diligent and thrifty and manages the house; what about his wife who only listens to free recommended music in order to save a penny.

   Besides, he is a fan of Meng Zaixing.

   "Now our whole family is a fan of the Great Demon King!"

   said the little tiger mother.

   Based on the principle of not wasting, she chose to play all Li Yu's songs she bought.

  When the latest single "Blue Lotus" sounded—

"Why?"

  Little Tiger Mom suddenly remembered that the screenwriter of "Waiting Alone" was the husband of the Great Demon King.

Okay.

  She used her account to purchase "Waiting Alone" again, and asked her husband to change the four points given yesterday to five points.

  His husband is inexplicable.

  However, he didn't remember the name of the big devil's husband at all. He knew that the screenwriter of "Waiting Alone" was her husband, so he didn't connect the two for the time being.

  After all this work was done, the little tiger mother listened to the song seriously, and then she found—

   Plum fish is amazing.

She loves Jiang Yang so much, he is her "Butterfly", her "Legend", and sang "People Like Me" for him. , Jiang Yang's appearance in the piano brand commercial song MV was picked out by him.

  Then, she read Bian An's other articles and unconsciously smiled.

  He is doing well.

  She was relieved.

  Unconsciously, she became a fan of the Great Devil, so much so that she was interested in any gossip about the Great Devil. She remembered that at noon, there were still people talking about the Great Demon King in the group, and subconsciously clicked into the group to search—

  The little girls in the group are discussing the re-screening of the Big Devil's concert!

  Tomorrow!

  Tiger Mom remembered it.

Morning.

  Xiaohu came to school and put "Miracle Boy" in front of his classmates.

"cool!"

  The tablemate exclaimed after seeing Xiaohu’s name on it, “It’s so cool!”

  ***

  Jiang Yang is on vacation in the suburbs of Kyoto.

The hotel is very high-end and beautiful. There is a lake next to it. In the afternoon when the sun was not hot and the sun was shining, they rode bicycles around the lake and had a great time. Li Qingning stepped on it and planned to go there tomorrow. Fishing there.

   However, God is not good.

  In the evening, it began to rain outside, and it continued to rain until the morning without stopping.

  However, this did not disturb the two people's interest in vacation.

  The lake is in front of the hotel, the woods are in the back, and there is a golf course nearby. Listen to the rain at night, and the teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs.

  After waking up in the morning, the two got tired of being together, watched TV for a while, went to the executive lounge for dinner when they were hungry, and then returned to the room. Li Qingning continued to lie on the bed, and Jiang Yang sat at the table next to the balcony and typed.

   Idle is also idle, he intends to finish writing "Love Letter".

  This book has a total of 50,000 words.

  Many people think this is a novel about unrequited love to the extreme, which is of course true.

  But for someone like Jiang Yang who has died once, when he reads this story again, he has a very different sense of substitution. What he substitutes is the dead Fujii tree.

  If—

   No need to assume!

  Jiang Yang has already died once.

   Or, for the last world, he was already dead.

  So, how should the dead Jiang Yang treat his living relatives, lovers and friends?

  Hope they forget themselves?

  He will be sad.

  Expect them to be obsessed with themselves and wallow in their grief?

  How can you be so cruel to your relatives, lovers and friends?

Therefore, if the dead can write a love letter to the living, Jiang Yang thinks it will look like "Love Letter": the person who is looking forward to love, in the process of nostalgia and longing, can get the warm redemption of a woman like Fujii; hope The person who once had a crush on, inadvertently got a love letter, recalling his time and memories in this world.

   Warm, shy, but not sad.

  For parents and relatives who love themselves—

  They will never let it go, even if they pretend not to care, it is just hiding the sadness deep in a corner of their hearts, and slowly recollecting it when a certain memory flashes back and in the dead of night.

  If possible, they are the people Jiang Yang most wants to let go.

   It was written and written.

  Jiang Yang's cell phone rang, and Uncle Wang called.

  He asked where Jiang Yang was, "I'm on a hunger strike, try to get me something to eat."

   "Hunger strike?"

  Jiang Yang wondered, "Why the hunger strike?"

Uncle Wang said that he asked about Wang Zheng's photos, but Wang Zheng kept his mouth shut and told him not to worry about it. The old man decided to go on a hunger strike until Wang Zheng said, "If you don't make it difficult for him, I don't want to see you before I die. It's my grandson."

   "Then what, I think it's harder to see you like this."

  Jiang Yang told the truth.

  He thinks that Uncle Wang can try to eat fried liver and eat himself to death, "It's slow, and it's a blessing."

  Uncle Wang thought for a moment, "This is a way."

  He asked Jiang Yang: "Where are you?"

   "Why, you don't want me to buy you fried liver, do you?"

  Jiang Yang told him not to dream, "My wife won't let me play with you!"

  He hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Li Qingning reclined on the big bed, watching TV, a pair of long legs got out of the quilt, and the manicure on his toenails was shining. He didn't even have the time to write.

  He got into bed.

   Time flies by.

   After Jiang Yang fell asleep, Li Qingning got out of bed wearing a white T-shirt and shorts that could be worn as a skirt, and opened Jiang Yang's notebook.

  She wanted to see what the "Love Letter" Jiang Yang was writing.

  She turns the document to the first page.

  The beginning of the story is the second anniversary of the deceased Fujii tree. Hiroko looked at the snow in the sky and thought of Fujii tree who died in the snow mountain. I think the sky he saw at the last moment was also like this.

  She stood in front of the tomb of her fiancé Fujii Shu with folded hands.

  Two years have passed.

  People seem to no longer have such a deep impression of the deceased. Relatives drank in front of his grave to keep warm, and rarely mentioned his affairs.

  It seems that years can really heal the wrinkles and scars on the heart.

After the ceremony, Hiroko returned to the car, and heard the window knocking in a trance. The fiancé's father asked her to take her fiancé's mother down the mountain to go home. The hostess agreed, and drove down the mountain with her fiancé's mother. When I got home, I was led to the fiancé's room. While chatting, the fiancé's mother brought the fiancé's middle school graduation photo album.

  The address of the classmate is left in the classmate book.

   Hiroko heard that her fiancé's home in middle school had been demolished, and now it has become the roadbed of a national road. Suddenly, on a whim, she found Fujii's address in the classmate book and wrote it on her arm. After returning home, she wrote a letter to the address sent to heaven: "Fujii tree: How are you, I'm fine", signed by Hiroko Watanabe...

   "Or letter?"

  Li Qingning looked back at his exhausted man who fell asleep peacefully.

  He really likes letters.

but-

   This letter to heaven is quite ingenious.

  She reads the next chapter.

Although Li Qingning had expected that this letter would not be like that, it still exceeded her expectations. A woman received this letter and wrote a reply to Hiroko Watanabe, "Hi, I'm fine too, just a little sick."

   Signed: Fujii tree.

  Li Qingning raised her eyebrows, the same name and surname, a man and a woman—

  Her curiosity was aroused.

  (end of this chapter)