After hearing Yan Xiaohuan's words, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He sighed long and said: That's right, it's because that time is too beautiful that I want to find her back.

Seeing that Mr. Dong's finger gently rubbing the girl's face in the photo, feeling Mr. Dong's attention to the photo and the past, Yan Xiaohuan couldn't help but ask carefully: Mr. Dong, can you tell me the story of you and the girl in the photo?

Mr. Dong smiled and said: I met her when she was studying in Japan. At that time, we traveled almost every part of Japan with each other. We were full of expectations for our future and we also made an appointment to go together no matter what we encountered in this life, and we would never let go of each other's hand.

Seeing that Mr. Dong was immersed in the beauty of the past again, Yan Xiaohuan curled her lips and smiled, but Mr. Dong began to sigh.

In this world, plans are always beautiful. In this world, everything is changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the change itself. Mr. Dong showed a self-deprecating smile on his face. He said: I graduated a year earlier than her. Originally, I planned to stay in Japan and wait for her to return to China with her after graduation. However, during that time, the situation in the country was not stable, and my father asked me to return to China no matter what happened. At that time, I vaguely felt that if I really returned to China first, I might lose contact with her in this life, and that was not the result I wanted.

Although Mr. Dong was lightly rude about the situation back then, Yan Xiaohuan knew that everything was not simple. After all, it was an era of turmoil, and anything could happen. Even people firmly believed that life and separation may turn into death in the next second. At that time, even if they hold each other's hands tightly, they could not be sure that they would not be separated.

I told my father that no matter what, I will definitely go back in a year, but my father couldn't listen to me. In the end, I received a telegram from my mother that I was critically ill. Mr. Dong sighed again, and the self-deprecating smile on his face became deeper. He said: Many things are as if they are destined, just as God saw that your life was too smooth and deliberately wanted to torture you.

Feeling that Mr. Dong's mood seemed to have suddenly become deeper, Yan Xiaohuan couldn't help but pat the back of Mr. Dong's hand gently and said softly: What's next?

Later, Mr. Dong smiled and said: Later, I told her about my family's situation. She asked me to go home first, saying that after she graduated, she would definitely go to find me.

After pausing for a moment, he let out a long sigh. Mr. Dong continued: We made an appointment to write letters to the other party frequently after I returned to China, and we must let the other party know their condition. We agreed to meet each other in a year and I will return to China first.

Yan Xiaohuan asked softly: Have you written a letter to each other after returning to China?

Well, Mr. Dong nodded gently and said: After I returned, I found that my mother was indeed seriously ill. I accompanied her in the hospital almost every day. Whenever I had time, I could write to her. At the beginning, I could still receive her letter, but not long after, the letter I sent out was like a rock sinking into the sea, and I could not receive a reply.

When Mr. Dong said that when he could not receive the letter, there was a sadness that could not be concealed in his tone. When Yan Xiaohuan heard this, his heart also hung high.

Everyone says that misfortune never comes singularly. Mr. Dong said self-deprecatingly: This is actually nothing wrong.

Is something happening again? Yan Xiaohuan asked.

Mr. Dong smiled with curled lips and said: When my mother was seriously ill, my father asked me to marry a girl of equal status as my wife.

Ah? Yan Xiaohuan widened her eyes in surprise, feeling that everything Mr. Dong said seemed to her to look at.

Looking out the window, Mr. Dong's expression seemed to return to the distant years: My parents liked that girl very much, and both of our families seemed to have a consensus on our marriage.

What happened later?

Later? Later, I tried to go to Japan to find her, but my father found my ticket and asked someone to lock me up. My mother begged on her dying moment, saying that her last wish in this life was to see me get married. Mr. Dong sighed again and said self-deprecatingly: Maybe God really disliked me, and I felt that I had been too comfortable in the first half of my life. No matter how many letters I wrote, I never received her reply. I even tried to contact my friends in Japan. Everyone said that she seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and no one knew about her news. In the end, everything was as if you expected, and I succumbed to reality.

Although Mr. Dong's tone had tried to be as light as possible, Yan Xiaohuan could still feel that Mr. Dong felt very uncomfortable. Mr. Dong even secretly wiped his tears when he thought she hadn't noticed it.

Thinking of the photo that had been treasured for a certain era, Yan Xiaohuan knew that the girl that Mr. Dong had never forgotten over the years, and even, Mr. Dong had always loved her in his heart for so many years.

In the past, she once saw unswerving love in her. Today, she found that there are actually unswerving love in life, but many times it is fate that makes people fool people. What we love and we work together for life are not necessarily the same person.

Thinking of being able to be with the person you like, Yan Xiaohuan felt that she was actually very lucky.

At that time, my friends around me told me that the situation was so chaotic that she might have encountered something unexpected. They also told me that as long as I had been a little longer, I would forget him. Mr. Dong's expression gradually became firmer when he spoke. He said: I told them at that time that I would use my whole life to prove to them that they were actually wrong.

Yan Xiaohuan didn't quite understand what Mr. Dong meant at first, but when she saw Mr. Dong's face showing a smug smile like a child, she heard Mr. Dong say, look, I'm now the one step into the coffin, but I still haven't forgotten her. Do you think they are wrong?
Chapter completed!