Millennium director

It was still the same post office, still at the junction of late night and dawn, Wei Lai sent the written reply letter again. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

Although he also felt that this matter was ridiculous, he still fully explained the ins and outs in the letter.

On the other side, it was also early in the morning. The postal service came to Jiang Lan's door again and delivered this letter to Jiang Lan.

Leaning against the attic window, she opened the envelope and read it word by word.

"While it's really unbelievable for me to say this, I'm really a person living in 2012."

"I don't know why I can see the diary you put in the secret compartment, and I don't know why your reply appears on the desk."

"The only thing that can be explained is that for some reason we don't know, through this desk cabinet and the post office, we have a connection across time and space, allowing us to communicate."

"That's interesting, isn't it?"

"..."

There is no doubt that this connection that spans time and space through the years makes both young people feel wonderful and excited, and there is also a taboo excitement of peeking into the mystery.

They began to exchange frequent letters.

"You knew my secret and read my diary without my knowledge. This is so unfair to me. You should share your secret with me."

"What will the future look like a century from now? Is China strong? Will there be wars? Will there still be concessions in Shanghai? Have we driven away foreigners? Who was the president at that time? Who were you at that time? How do you live, is there anything new?"

"I want to know too much..."

"China is very powerful now. We are one of the most powerful countries in the world. No country can bully us. However, we do not have a president, so this matter is very complicated..."

"Technology is developing very rapidly. Phone calls are no longer the fastest way to communicate. We have the Internet. Not only can we make calls, but we can also make videos. Videos are..."

The two communicated frequently through letters.

This seemingly destined communication across time and space gradually created some special feelings between the two.

Although the two have never met, it does not affect their understanding of each other and their world through words.

However, Wei Lai's state of falling in love made his mother start to worry.

One evening, when Wei Lai was in a hurry to go out to send a letter, his mother stopped him.

"Wei Lai, you can't do this anymore."

"What happened to me?"

"You fell in love with a woman who lived a hundred years ago!"

"Mom, we are just writing letters, just believers."

"What you wrote is a love letter!"

Facing his mother's question, Wei Lai couldn't argue, so he murmured, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

His mother's words woke him up.

Perhaps, he should re-examine the unwanted emotions that have arisen in his heart recently.

Jiang Lan was born in the late Qing Dynasty and witnessed the establishment of the Republic of China. He was born at the end of the 20th century and grew up in the 21st century.

After returning to the bedroom to calm down and read a letter written to him by Feng Jianglan, Wei Lai struggled with himself for a long time and had to admit that he did have some feelings that he shouldn't have.

This is fruitless.

In the early morning, he was driving alone in the car, driving aimlessly on the empty lane.

Reason told him that he should stop his losses in time and stop writing to Jiang Lan.

Maybe both parties should calm down and calm down.

At this point, the postman who arrived downstairs at Jiang Lan's house on time every day no longer appeared.

Jiang Lan waited downstairs every day, but could no longer wait for the letter. She wrote to Wei Lai one after another, asking him what was wrong, but nothing happened.

Being smart, she quickly thought of the answer.

"Are you afraid that the relationship between us will not come to fruition?"

Late one night, when Wei Lai saw this piece of paper in the secret compartment of the drawer, he finally couldn't control his heart and wrote a reply with trembling hands.

"I'm afraid that my feelings for you will get out of hand. This is not the right thing to do."

The next day, he received a long reply.

"You underestimate me too much, Mr. Wei."

"You and I both know very well that we are destined not to belong to each other. This is a cruel fact that cannot be changed."

"We have never met or even heard each other's voices. We just communicate with each other and share some troubles and secrets that cannot be told to others. There is nothing wrong with that."

Jiang Lan's words made Wei Lai shake a little. Perhaps as she said, both of them knew that nothing would happen to each other, and they could restrain some unwanted feelings.

So, he reconnected with Jiang Lan again.

At the same time, he was also eager to know what Jiang Lan's future would be like, so he drove to the address on the envelope again.

It was the nanny who opened the door last time, but this time after Wei Lai's repeated pleas, she took Wei Lai into the house and saw an old lady with gray hair on the second floor.

When he saw the old woman lying on the bed, unable to take care of herself, he felt an unprecedented feeling of panic and regret.

"Are you Jiang Lan?"

Just when he was worried and breathless, the old woman lying on the bed shook her head: "My name is Jiang Hui, Jiang Lan is my aunt, how do you know this name?"

A sense of joy, like the rest of his life after a disaster, appeared in Wei Lai's heart. He took a long breath and put a smile on his face again.

He didn't know why his emotions fluctuated so intensely.

But when he wanted to ask more about Jiang Lan, the old lady excused herself by saying that she was old and could not remember most of the past things.

The live-in nanny also explained that the employer had Alzheimer's disease and her children had passed away, so he hired her to take care of her with the help of relatives.

Wei Lai, who couldn't get any more useful clues, could only leave here disappointed.

However, just as he was going downstairs, an unknown feeling came over him.

At the same time, Jiang Lan from a hundred years ago was also walking up the stairs, also stunned on the wooden stairs.

Only one staircase is brand new and beautiful, but the other is already full of vicissitudes and heaviness.

At this moment, it seemed that a long river of time had truly crossed. Although the two of them could not see each other, they both raised their hands in unison, as if they had touched something.

The picture on the big screen was divided into left and right halves. The two people, one up and one down, met in the middle with their outstretched palms.

As if they really touched each other, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

At this time, the background music sounded again, but it was replaced by a new song.

"I'm sure I said I loved you hundreds of years ago."

"It's just that you forgot, and I didn't remember either."

"I'm sure I said I loved you hundreds of years ago."

"It's just that you forgot, and I didn't remember either." (End of Chapter)