Can you really be happy with your wife? Will cruel fate still warn him in the same way, that your rebirth is only futile and useless, and no matter how hard you try, you can't change anything? The tip of the fountain pen has long been dried, even if there are a thousand words in my heart that I want to confide in the girl in the distance, but the hesitation in my heart and the deep love and care for that woman have never been able to make him easily put down the pen, and every word seems to have been as heavy as a thousand gold.

The beginning of the letter is "todear...... There is no following

"Dear" will not be a little too heavy and affectionate, even in the face of a simple name, Hao Jun can not make a decisive decision, the state of mind of suffering from gains and losses is like a child facing countless colorful candies.

Zhao Wenjie quickly picked up the letter paper on the table, and put his eyes on the letter paper with his eyes, which were already nearly 4 or 5 hundred degrees, and after just one glance, his face became very ugly, and his face was full of anger that hated iron and steel: "Why don't you know what to do, and you still want to write a letter to that woman, look at what has happened now?"

The sound of the letter being slammed on the table with the palm of his hand immediately attracted a group of students who were quietly studying on their own, and all the inquiring and reproachful eyes were cast on the two who were staring at each other fiercely.

Hao Jun's heart suddenly sprung up with an irrepressible tyranny and impulse, the kind of crazy rush into his heart, and the idea of wanting to do something instantly invaded his entire body, so that at this time he couldn't accurately judge, or deliberately recalled what happened at the end of March of 98, which was repeatedly mentioned in the mouths of traitors, little fat men and black boys.

At this moment, he wanted to immediately get on the plane to the north, and personally ran to his wife to tell her that he loved her so much and never wanted her to leave him, but even if the distance of thousands of miles could be made up for by transportation, but the years experienced together could not be recopied, and Hao Jun did not want to copy, he just wanted his wife to be well, but only time could give him a chance.

The opportunity to start over again is too bloody, too sudden, but it is destined that some things Some people will still move forward with the trajectory of memory, Hao Jun has a lot of things that he wants to change, he wants to cherish, he is powerless to pry the earth, he just wants to protect everyone around him, everyone must be well.

His wife and Babe occupy too much of his life, his life, everything about him revolves around them, and starting over gives him a chance, but gives him a dilemma.

Is he, a beggar, qualified to intervene in his wife's life, to embrace his excellent wife in his arms with peace of mind, and to risk his wife to live with him in that city?

He hesitated, hesitated, and didn't know what to do......

Zhao Wenjie looked at the changing expression on Hao Jun's face, sighed helplessly, rubbed the letter paper in his palm, and wanted to turn around and throw him into the garbage bag he had prepared next to the desk.

Hao Jun grabbed the hand, the pale blue letter to be exact, and he clearly remembered that his wife liked such paper because his first love letter was written to her on such stationery.

"Alas, I said, Comrade Zhao Dabiao, why did you throw my letter?" The origin of Zhao Dabiao's nickname is impossible to verify, like traitors and little fat people, Comrade Zhao Dabiao and Hao Jun are buddies who have been playing together since elementary school, and the relationship between the three is the most iron and the most reliable.

Zhao Wenjie sighed: "I've been watching you guys uneasy recently, who knew that you staged such a show for us, although I admit it, it's exciting enough, but you can't paste yourself into it!"

Hao Jun glanced at Zhao Wenjie suspiciously, and his vague memory obviously couldn't tell him too much information, after all, this scene was born thirteen years ago.

"Tell me, what's going on? I've forgotten!" Hao Jun picked his mouth.

Looking at Hao Jun's relaxed appearance, Zhao Wenjie couldn't help but knock on the table again, in exchange for a huge white eye from the tall girl, Comrade Zhao Dabiao stuck out his tongue and said softly: "Forget about it, forget about it!" Then it was as if he couldn't bear to look at Hao Jun's suspicious face, and approached Hao Jun's ear again: "I heard that Zhu Junjie released words to teach you a lesson!"

Hao Jun still retains a memory of Zhu Junjie, this boy who can throw the shot put out fourteen meters away with the body of a junior high school student is the first master of Chengbei Middle School where Donghu Middle School is located, and the most coquettish thing is that this guy with a little chaotic nerves likes to play rock climbing along the water pipe of the teaching building during the recess exercise of the whole school, of course, rock climbing was not a fashion at that time.

The first confrontation between Hao Jun and Zhu Junjie, which should not have intersected, appeared in the school-wide sports meeting in the second year of junior high school, Hao Jun signed up for 2oo meters, but stood on the adjacent track with Zhu Junjie, Hao Jun was unknown at that time, but Zhu Junjie was already the object of envy and jealousy of the boys in the school.

Speaking of fate is too high to look at Zhu Junjie, in short, he appeared on the 2oo-meter runway, wearing a pair of brown leather shoes with a thickness of five centimeters on the soles, and a pair of slightly exaggerated skinny jeans on the lower body.

This is exactly the pain in Hao Jun's heart, after the start, it seems that the strength of this group is not strong, Hao Jun and Zhu Junjie have been far ahead, the sound of thick leather shoes knocking on the cinder road has been stimulating Hao Jun, his potential is excited, when it is close to the end of the distance of only about fifty meters, Zhu Junjie, who has been keeping pace with Hao Jun, began to force, quickly shook off Hao Jun, who was weak in the back, the gap between the two quickly widened, panting, Hao Jun who supported his feet with both hands was just setting off Zhu Junjie, who was still leaving like the wind even after crossing the finish line, was even more dazzling, like a huge mockery rolling the huge waves in his heart。

But if it's just like this, Hao Jun and Zhu Junjie don't have much actual entanglement and conflict, and the top student of Chengbei Middle School doesn't dare to put his hand into the only chicken class in Donghu Middle School, but it was that time......

Hao Jun counted the days with his fingers, but there was a burst of surprise in his heart, could it be that the exact time was already blurred, but it was vaguely at this time, and the confession that shocked the whole age had already been shot?

He asked Zhao Wenjie in the front row: "Did I do something particularly stupid?"

Zhao Wenjie rolled his eyes, as if he was meeting Hao Jun for the first time, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped Hao Jun's desktop, "On March 25, 1998, Hao Jun blocked the entrance of the campus in a high-profile manner during the end of the school, and loudly expressed his admiration to Yu Lan'er, a third-grade junior high school flower, but was rejected miserably, and raised his middle finger to Zhu Junjie for no reason in frustration, solemnly provoking. Known in history as the 325 Incident!"

Hao Jun slapped his forehead with a headache: "I'll take it, why the hell has already done it?"