Chapter 182

Seeing this message, Xia Yuhan suddenly felt sleepless. Her first reaction was that this person was Ouyang Hao.

Xia Yuhan only felt that his heart beat faster. The edited text message was deleted, written and deleted. After considering it again and again, he finally said, "who are you?"

Then Xia Yuhan waited anxiously. More than ten minutes later, the mobile phone was still quiet without any sound. Only Xin'er's even breathing sound accompanied her anxious self.

Xia Yuhan couldn't wait. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed the phone just now. But there was no temperature voice on the phone: "sorry! The number you dialed is turned off. " After playing three times, Xia Yuhan had to put down his cell phone in disappointment.

Intuition tells him that this person must be Ouyang Hao, but since he wants to contact himself, why not call directly or reply to a text message? Does he have anything to hide?

Looking at the ceiling and thinking about it, Xia Yuhan is completely awake. I can't sleep anymore. Lying in bed can only increase my troubles.

Simply get up, go to the study, turn on the computer, habitually turn on the computer, board QQ and see that the head on the water side is black. Xia Yuhan couldn't help thinking a lot. He and Ouyang Haojia QQ were just married. Once Ouyang Hao was going to Guangdong for a business trip for a month. They missed each other very much. They spent a hard month relying on the Internet.

I wonder if as like as two peas of the text message, Xia Yuhan's Thoughts on Ouyang Hao are exactly the same as those eight years ago, and they can't make phone calls. They can only open the mail box and send a long mail to Ouyang Hao, which is the longest letter written after marriage except for the written letters he wrote to him.

Ouyang:

I'm not sure if you sent me the message just now. If so, I'm really glad. You miss me and xiner very much, don't you? Don't worry, the child is very good. Now the piano is very good. The child will go to primary school soon. Maybe we will soon leave J County, a place where I grew up and achieved my dream. At the same time, it is also a place where I bear a lot of pain.

Everlasting longing for each other, I sat quietly at my desk, silently watching the leaves confused outside the window. The willow leaves outside the window washed away my whole life's thoughts from the new bud to the green leaves. Perhaps in the wilderness waiting for, I fell in love with the legendary longface, and I was sentimental about the troubled children. In the vigorous green of summer, I inadvertently fell into the confusion that the world can't interpret again.

Perhaps now in the eyes of all outsiders, Yuhan is a fairly successful woman, but only he can understand the loneliness of the long night. Once the dearest you, can you read it?

I often wander alone on the grassland of love in my dream. A long time ago, you and I sighed with deep and lonely feelings in the depression of grass and blue sky, looked at the stars, listened to the chirp of the night, and spread our wings in the holy imagination

Dear Ouyang, time is expanding and feelings are growing. The children are growing up slowly, and the air around them has become colorful. Looking at the ups and downs of nature, the joys and sorrows of the world, and the unknowingly sad feelings tightly entangle me. Sometimes such entanglement makes me suffocate. I can only follow the romantic world in a hurry, and also on the moss of the log, Tears shake and bump.

At the moment, how many feelings have disappeared, and how many shadows have passed by, but in front of the lonely window, there are still the palm of his remaining temperature and his numb eyes. The gloominess of the night often makes me want to cry. The warmth of kissing and cold in my heart. The figure under the light snuggled up and accompanied falls in my sight, rippling with desolate ripples. The mood and moonlight fled naked in the crying rain water. The quiet sky was no longer clear and fantasy. Suddenly, I was frightened by the empty starry sky and worshipped brown. "When will the bright moon exist? Ask the wine to the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it this evening?"

Dear Ouyang, I always get drunk at the dead of night

How many vicissitudes has a person gone through, and where does his soul return? Emotional dependence; The wandering heart is almost disappointed, the rain falls Acacia tears, and the moon rises with sadness and joy. Counting the rain is a step, ignoring the sadness of parting. My heart is shaking in the wet wind. I swim in the indecisive memory.

The deep night is boundless, and the heavy air suppresses the suffocating breath. There is no spirit in the sky. My wet eyes are full of desolation of memory. On a muddy path, only my injury can't find the direction of exit.

My heart has dried up, but I look for it in the forest.

Tears have been haggard, but wandering in the desert.

The long sky, long years, the tide of heartache in the emotional river. Because you meet another sleepless night, and see blind love, leaving flowers and full moon, writing for hundreds of millions of years, and the pen in your hand is hidden in the traces of the long night.

A diary in front of the window stood at the corner of the wall, depended on me, looked at the wandering sky, poured heavy gloom, a small raindrop, scattered and mournful.

Once my dearest you, melancholy is the net of life, but I am the fish in the net.

Lonely night, I hide in the corner alone and think of you quietly. That shallow moon is quietly in the air, shining on the figure wandering in the text. The smeared lines are either deep or shallow, or thick or light, and the heart fluctuates with the extension of the lines. The tears that have been hidden for a season, such as the broken bead curtain, fall on the plain text. The lines have become blurred, the paper pages wet the whole body, and the surging thoughts that are difficult to hide tonight. The tangled scars of distance are faintly read in the heart, and the scattered hair whispers melancholy in the air.

Time always likes to find stranded thoughts. Dear, you are still the deepest collection in my heart. Since you have chosen the distance, let the cocooned heart watch at night!, Even if it is a half hook arc, it is also the grace of God. I miss the chance encounter in fate and cherish the minutes of encounter. Even if you spend your life checking your feelings, it is also a choice without regret

I don't know if it's your wife: Yuhan

After writing this long letter, the tears on Xia Yuhan's face dried and flowed down, and then dried up by the night wind. When the mail was sent successfully, Xia Yuhan's whole heart had been completely cooled.

A man stood in front of the cold display screen for a long time. It was already three o'clock in the morning. Dragging his tired body to his bedroom, he looked up and saw Ouyang Hao's handsome face and confused eyes. Xia Yuhan really didn't know how long such expectation and such Acacia would last.