You’re My Belated Happiness

"You are late happy"

(I used "soft jade warmth")

Text / take care

In March, Hangzhou is hot and hot, spring, summer, autumn and winter one day.

Yan Yi picks a sunny day to return to the hometown.

The front stage got the news, and the old houses there quickly were demolished. Nostalgic people can't hear this kind of thing, but they are idle, simply go back and see.

The old house of the family was built in the urban and rural integration department of Su City, and a similar private room was a similar private room, the outer wall of the mint, the three-layer high, with a one-weeld attitude of the top.

When he graduated from here, he moved away from here, and it was not coming back in the past eight years.

Shortly until the empty house, I just did it, I didn't fall too much as gray, that is, there is an old breath. She unlocked in and took a circle.

There are some old things in her student era.

The wooden ladder leading to the attic has been stepped on "", after the curtain is pulled, the golden light is sprinkled in, and some small dust mustard in the air.

After cleaning up, the moved out of an old-fashioned wooden box, sit down on the legs. Just opened, the phone rang.

She plugged into the headphones to turn, the movement of the box did not stop.

A female voice came from the earpiece: "Miss Yan, received this call, representing the next morning, you still didn't submit a new language outline to your former editor. And this day, you will end your book. I have passed the past 11 months. "

Yu Xiang smiled: "Everyone, your reminder is quite quite embarrassing?"

"Request the debtor 's attitude."

She hopes that the ceiling sighs: "Ms. Shen, Miss, remember that she said, will give you at the end of March."

"Is that she selected the subject?"

Yan Yu Decoited, sucking the nose: "No."

The person of the phone became violent: "Eleven months, Yaishi, have a baby, sitting hard! You are full-time writing, do you want to be completely ridiculous?"

She opened the box with a diary, and she didn't look at it. Perfun said: "When it is inspired, the written book may be easy."

"You have closed the door at home every day, and I hope to give you inspiration? Write this thing ..."

Shen Ming Sakuo is still a lot, but it suddenly has no sound. Her eyes fall in diary, the entire person is fixed.

The old paper was slightly yellow in the sun, and the words were written above: "On May 11, the weather is sunny. I met Xu Huai, I met Xu Huai, three times. First, I took the English test paper to the office, I met him And several boys in the class training in the corridor. Teaching director can be true ... "

"Second, I passed the School Art Museum, I found that he was squatting near the grass, giving a stray cat. It turned out that he also likes the cat, it is good."

"The third time, I went to the sports class and saw him alone in the playground. He picked the glasses so good, no wonder the old girl sent him water. I also bought water, but I didn't dare to send. If I was Dad knows that my early love is that the students in his class, that month, the Huaizhen may have to be unbearable! Oh, but he will not be willing to follow my early love ... "

When I didn't have a sound for a long time, Shen Ming Saki thought that she had a thing, asked her.

She replied "in my hometown", after I finished, watching the eyes of the diary shinked: "Ming Sakuo, there is."

"What is it, think of the topic?"

"Yes, background campus, topic?"

The phone is a moment, followed by: "Ball ball you awake! That kind of diseaseless youthful injury, love literature, eight hundred years old, no money can be said!"

Yu Yu looked at the eyes: "But ... Do you still remember Xu Huai?"

Shen Ming Saki ignored this strange turn and asked: "Who?"

"We high school, ten shots."

"Oh ... not too much thin and thin, you have been in love with it? You will not meet him in Su City?"

Xu Huaizhen is indeed a Su City, and his family is also nearby, but according to , he left here earlier, and friends around have not had his audio many years.

She smiled and gave a diary: "I can, do you think it is a novel?" I thought about it, "I didn't talk about it, I have given you outline for a few days, hang."

Back to Hangzhou, the Yunshi began to ponder the new text, three days of finalize the outline, and inspired the forcetic for 11 months.

After the coming of the masterbox, she received her WeChat news: "Is this not you and Xu Huai?"

"Calculate it."

"You plan to challenge the sad story of a heroine single love male protagonist?"

Solid.

: "I am coming to the souvenir of the grave? It is not a documentary column, the male protagonists don't like the heroine, but also the romance novel?"

Xu Huaiqi does not like her, art originating is higher than life, she doesn't make a bitter single love into two ways secret love?

Shen Ming Sakuo is in that man: "I understand, dare to love this is the mood text of the articles."

. So, there is no problem.

"Well, but remind you, Xu Huaiqian's high-cold, now there is no such eye, plus the campus, secretly love these slow heat elements, I estimate that this paper will not be too beautiful."

Yan Yu seems to be very open, laugh and say: "Try it, don't be self-entertaining, you also said that it is an ominous text."

Hanging up the phone, she took a cup of milk tea to the computer, starting the diary, preparing to pick a few stars. I didn't have a pen in a long time, I have to find a feel.

After turning a few, she stopped on a page that was abnormal.

Paper is densely numb, and the dragon flies dances, and it seems that it seems that it seems to be turbulent. The record time is a New Year's Day in Sanbanna.

The recalled the moment and remembered it.

That day was the entire high school era, in the unconstler's secret love, she and Xu Huai have recently.

Total night, the school is full of fireworks, and the school is full of people. She is unrequited, quietly standing on the right side, did not expect the fire tree silver flower, suddenly being held by him.

She was surprised that her face was sorry in the light shadow of clearly extinction.

He made his hand and pushed the side glasses on the rigid, and said: "Sorry, it is wrong."

The knocked this section into the document.

But she guess the readers see it, they must be an idea with her: Since the male owner said "punching", there should always be a "right" person. It seems that that person is not a female master.

Difficult! Abandon!

She supported her thoughts, knocked on a line, and made a paragraph behind: After finishing this sentence, his heartbeat is like drums, the bangs come in the chest, and the smoke is fried than the head.

- This suggests that the so-called "punch" is the excuse of the male master.

After writing, Yu Wei has a hand of milk tea.

Why is it really entertaining.

At the same time, there were more than a hundred kilometers away from the city, in a private house, the little girl wearing a school uniform took a box to run downstairs: "Mom, is these broken copper rotten iron?"

Tao Rong looked at her hand: "It is all the things in your brother, packaging it."

Xu Huai Shi "Oh" sound, put down the shadow box, pick up an old mobile phone inside: "Brother high school will use this old-break old-aged machine? I have a sense of age."

"I am afraid of affecting learning, I deliberately bought this." Tao Rong watched her, "Don't mess with you."

"It's not a broken mobile phone, I haven't been able to open it ..." She is muttered with the boot button, I didn't expect the mobile phone screen to suddenly lit, and scared her.

So many years can be used in the past, this is a mobile phone or a fighter?

Xu Hui Shi was stunned, see Tao Rong looked over, hurry to hide the mobile phone, kneel down the whole thing, and then carry his body and drum.

Vintage non-smart machine, there is no password after power on, long press the star key, then click "Confirm" to unlock. She entered the home page several times, and then saw the "phone book".

There is no contact with a contact.

Returns to the "Short Report" interface, I have not seen a SMS.

Yes, this is very "Xu Huai".

Nothing, she is going to shut down, but the exit but notes the number of the "Draft Box" column below: 327.

Three hundred and twenty seven drafts? Her brother did a math question on this older machine?

Xu Huai poetry struggled for a while, got it in, and opened one hand.

The recipient is empty. Edit time: 0:10 January 2010. Content: "Live you, not wrong. Happy New Year."

Xu Huai poems shook, smelling a breath of love in the screen.

Early love? Her brother?

Her posture she holds her phone suddenly be devout.

Because this may not be a normal older machine, but ... a new continent that has not been discovered.

The author has something to say: Today tells you about the love disassembled from demolition, a story that caused by an old age.