She is in the fog

On a weekend morning, Shen Rulan was sorting out old things and found an envelope from a book. Suddenly, his wife hugged her waist from behind, leaned her head on her shoulder, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"love letter."

"Let me see." The wife took the envelope from her hand and said jealously, "I don't know who wrote this love letter to you. You treasured it so much that you still keep it."
The wife opened the envelope and pulled out a few pieces of letter paper. She glanced at Shen Rulan and pretended to be angry and said, "It's quite long."

Shen Rulan gently pinched her waist and explained with a chuckle: "I didn't say this was a love letter to me."

"Who was it written to? Could it be that you wrote it to someone else?" The wife kept on asking, but after seeing the four words "Ming Mei classmate" on the first line of the letter, she shut up completely.

"See, I told you it wasn't written for me."

It was a winter many years ago. Shen Rulan was rarely at home. She heard from her parents that Mingmei met some gangsters on her way home. Fortunately, a female classmate named He Xi stepped forward to rescue her. Her parents planned to invite He Xi to their home to express their gratitude.

She didn't know when He Xi would arrive. At this time, her wife, who was her girlfriend at the time, called her, so she went to the balcony to answer the call.

When she was having a pleasant chat with her girlfriend, she suddenly heard a voice of "Surprise" from behind. She turned around and saw a girl with short hair. She guessed that she was He Xi, the classmate who saved Mingmei.

When He Xi saw Shen Rulan's face, he immediately put his hands behind his back nervously and greeted her apprehensively.

Shen Rulan was on the phone and it was inconvenient for her to respond, so she nodded. He Xi also quickly found an excuse to leave.

After the call, Shen Rulan suddenly found an envelope where He Xi had been before, so she picked it up curiously. As a teacher, she knew that the red heart on the envelope contained a love letter. And out of the need to protect the privacy of the students, she did not open it. She thought that they were both in the second year of high school, and they should not talk about anything other than studying, so she simply kept it.

I actually forgot about this envelope all these years until a few days ago when I attended Mingmei and He Xi's wedding and listened to them read their vows. I suddenly remembered it, and it was not until today that I found it.

The wife read the contents of the love letter and could not help but read it out word by word:

"Mingmei classmate:
See Xinan.
This is the first time I am writing a letter. I don’t know how to pick up the pen. I have a lot to say to you, but I don’t know how to start. I also don’t know how to explain to you how I feel right now.
At this moment, I was the only one in the room, it was very quiet, and there was a gust of cold wind blowing from the window occasionally, so I deliberately closed the window tightly to prevent any cold wind from leaking in. It was warm, but it seemed that I would miss the bright moonlight. So I hung up the curtains, so that I could have the best of both worlds.
It’s strange to say, today is only the tenth day of the lunar calendar, but as I look at the moon, I feel that it is already full enough tonight.
After thinking about it, maybe it was because I was in a good mood that the scenery around me also became cheerful.
It's a pity that I couldn't let you see such moonlight.
But it is already 2:30 in the morning, and you must have fallen asleep peacefully. I only hope that the full moon can understand my request and enter your dream sensibly.
May you have sweet dreams every night in the future.
Do you know? When you rushed over to hug me last night, my mind went blank and I felt my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
The person I have always liked took the initiative to hug me. Haha, this feeling is hard to describe. At that moment, I just felt that I was so lucky. I was really, really lucky.
Later, Jiang Qi suddenly appeared, and you grabbed my hand and ran away. On that "escape road" that was neither long nor short, I thought a lot. If one day I was really at the end of my rope and needed to escape, as long as I had you by my side, then nothing would be a problem. As long as I had you by my side, even if I had nothing, I would still be the richest man in the world, because I had you by my side.
People say that different periods and different experiences will create different aesthetics and different concepts, which will also cause people to fall in love with different people at different stages of life.
The theory holds true.
But for me, the theory doesn't work.
My life is like this: I fall in love with you again and again in every different stage.
Although from your perspective, we have only known each other for one semester, and saying this may be too exaggerated and too frivolous, I can swear that every word I said is true.
It seems like I have known you for a long, long time, maybe more than ten years; it also seems like I have liked you for a long, long time, maybe more than ten years.
I can't really tell when I started to like you. Maybe it was when you ran towards me with gentle eyes, a smile on your lips, and your skirt swaying slightly when we first met? Maybe it was when you shook my hand and secretly put a grape-flavored candy in my palm? Maybe it was when you would rather be punished yourself than lend me your sweatpants? Or maybe it was when I injured my calf and you wiped the hydrogen peroxide off with tears in your eyes?
After thinking about it, maybe every time we are together, I fall in love with you again.
Because, my life is like this, at every stage, I fall in love with you again and again.
I know that the stories I told you may sound confusing, and you may even feel that your memory is inaccurate.
Indeed, you have experienced these things and you have not experienced them.
It's too complicated to be explained in a few words, but if you're willing, I'll spend the rest of my life answering it.
You said you wanted to see snow, but unfortunately the weather has warmed up recently. But it doesn’t matter. Even if it didn’t snow last night, today, or the day after tomorrow... it will snow one day.
Just like my answer last night, the end of the world predicted by the Mayans is false. We will have tomorrow, there will be thousands and countless tomorrows, and naturally we will encounter countless snowy days. On every snowy day in the future, I want to enjoy the snow with you. We will walk in the snow hand in hand, without fear of wind and snow, without fear of the cold, until our hair turns white with snow, and until we turn white with hair.
These scenes, wow, are so beautiful just to think about.
There is no air conditioning or heater in the room, and my hand became stiff after holding the pen for so long. I looked back at the contents of the love letter, but I still don’t know what I wrote, let alone whether it is a qualified love letter.
In short, Mingmei, what I want to say to you at the end may sound a bit cliché, but it comes from my heart and I will definitely make it come true.
The sun and the moon pass through the sky, the rivers flow through the earth, and my love for you will never end.
looking forward to your reply.
Love you He Xi. "

After reading the love letter, the wife immediately pouted, pulled Shen Rulan's arm and shook it, and said coquettishly: "Look at you, you have never written me a love letter, I don't care, I want a love letter too."

"Okay, okay." Shen Rulan raised her hands in surrender and asked lovingly, "Write it in the evening, okay?"

The wife snorted and smiled with satisfaction: "That's pretty good."

(End of this chapter)