Three Small Tile-Roofed Houses

---------- Later I realized that love must be in time. ---------- Song Yi & Xu Xiangwan I hope everyone will find a sweetheart! ! ! * You held my hand, and I held the puppy we raised. The autumn wind blew, and I couldn't help sneezing. I held my big palm tightly, then sighed and took me to a chair next to the park. He put his coat on me, looked at me and said in a helpless tone: You little girl, I told you to wear a coat before you went out. What should you do if the cold weather in the season gives you a cold? I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed you with a smile: It doesn't matter, I have my husband here, and my husband doesn't want to let me get cold. You reluctantly took the traction rope from my hand, held me with your other warm hand and said: Okay, don't be naughty, let's go home. * "Mr. Song Yi, are you willing to marry the lady in front of you as your wife? No matter whether you live, old, sick, die, or be impoverished, are you willing to love her, love her, and respect her all your life?" The emcee glanced at the tearful girl under the stage and sighed inaudibly, and then looked at the newlyweds in front of him who were about to enter the marriage hall. "I am willing." Song Yi paused for a moment before still saying that. At this time, the girl in the audience could no longer control her tears and ran away from the wedding scene. It was not until the mobile phone in her bag buzzed for a long time that she finally recovered. With trembling hands, she took out the mobile phone from the bag and answered the call: "Xiang Wan, where did you run? I have been chasing you but I haven't caught you. You are now Where? I'm here to find you. You stand where you are." Xu Xiangwan calmed down and tried to suppress the tremor in his voice and said to the other end of the phone: "There's no need to come to me. It's your brother's wedding. It doesn't make sense for you not to be there. By the way, I have the standard answer. It's really good after seeing it, they are a good match, I wish them happiness, I'm leaving." After saying these words in one breath, Xu Xiangwan felt a dense pain in his heart as if he had been stabbed by needles, biting his lips to prevent himself from looking too embarrassed. * "Hello, hello, is this Song Yi?" There was a trace of imperceptible sadness in the cold male voice. "Hello, I'm Song Yi. Who are you? What's the matter with?" Song Yi was confused by the sudden call and wondered in his heart: Did a friend reveal his private number? Obviously he rarely receives such calls from strangers. "I am Xu Xiangwan's younger brother. My sister passed away the day before yesterday. I found a letter she wrote to you when I was sorting out her belongings today. Brother Yi, my sister mentioned you to me. She has been in a very bad mental state since you got married. It's very presumptuous of me to make this call today. I want to send you the letter my sister left for you. Is it convenient for you?" The boy became more and more excited as he slept, and in the end he even started crying. Upon hearing the news, Song Yi felt a bang in his head. At that moment, it was as if the noisy sounds around him suddenly disappeared, and the blood all over his body solidified, making no sound possible. * "Hi, dear Xiao Song, when you read this letter, I thought I was gone. How have you been lately? Are you as busy at work as ever? No matter how busy you are, you have to remember to eat. Is your coughing problem a little better now? During the change of autumn and winter, you should drink more warm water and smoke less. You always said you should quit smoking, but in the end you started to smoke again. You are really not afraid of having a Mediterranean hair style before you are forty years old. By the way, How are you and that girl doing? I went to your wedding day. She is very beautiful. You two are a perfect match. Take good care of her and yourself and forget about me." Song Yi burst into tears when he read this. "It turns out that what you told me before was true. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Wan Wan." He couldn't help crying while holding this letter, the last thing left to him in the world. Intention: Love must be timely