"On the twenty-first day of the third month of the Guiwei year, it rained.
Return to Yunzhou. Tangtang stands under the corridor, the sky and water are green. I haven't seen her for eight years and she is no longer my little daughter.
She called 'brother Qingyan', her voice sounded like a child, but her eyes were evasive. I know why——
Three days ago, I received Mr. Shen's final note: 'Huai Jin, the agreement is void. Don't let Tangtang know. Let her get married normally and live in peace. '
I obliged.
But when I saw her today, I realized how serious the promise was.
This play will last a lifetime. "
There is only one word in the signature: Yan.
"I cried and I laughed.
Cry me stupid, it took me three years to understand you.
Laugh, I finally understand, even if it's too late. "
"Qing Yan:
I will not send this letter.
Because no postman can reach where you are.
But I will take it with me and find you.
On the road to Huangquan, by the Wangchuan River, I will catch up with you and read this letter to you.
I want to tell you:
I understand.
I don't hate it anymore.
I forgive you - even though you never needed my forgiveness.
I love you.
From the age of twelve to thirty-eight, from birth to death, nothing has changed.
If there is an afterlife——
Forget it, let's not talk about the afterlife.
The afterlife is too far away and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait.
Just this life.
In this life, I owe you a wedding, an "I do" to you, and a promise to grow old together.
Now, I'm here to pay it back.
Wait for me.
Tangtang's last works
The seventh night of the third lunar month in the spring of the 34th year of the Republic of China."
It turns out that the most painful love is not that you cannot love it, but that you have received the love of the whole world without knowing it. It is not until you lose it that you piece together the full picture of that love bit by bit for the rest of your long life.
