Chapter 568 I Am Sure that I Said I Loved You Hundreds of Years Ago.

It was still the same post office, and at the junction of late night and dawn, Wei Lai sent out the reply letter again. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]

Although he also felt that this matter was absurd, he still explained the whole story in the letter.

On the other side, in the same early morning, the postman came again and delivered the letter to Jiang Lan.

Leaning against the attic window, she opened the envelope and read it word by word.

"It's unbelievable what I said, but I really live in 2012."

"I don't know why I can see your diary in the secret compartment, nor why your reply appears in the desk."

"The only explanation is that for some unknown reasons, through this desk cabinet and the post office, we have a connection across time and space, allowing us to communicate."

"It's interesting, isn't it?"

"..."

There is no doubt that this connection across time and space, across the long river of time, makes the two young people feel wonderful and excited, and there is also a kind of taboo excitement of peeping into the mystery.

They began to exchange letters frequently.

"You knew my secret and read my diary without my knowledge. This is too unfair to me. You should share your secret with me."

"What will the future be like a century later? Will China be strong? Will there be wars? Will there still be concessions in the Magic City? Have we driven away foreigners? Who will be the president at that time? How will you live at that time? Are there any new things?"

"There are too many things I want to know..."

"China is very strong now. We are one of the most powerful countries in the world. No country can bully us. But we don't have a president. This matter is very complicated..."

"Technology is developing very rapidly. The phone is no longer the fastest way of communication. We have the Internet. Not only can we talk, but we can also video. Video is..."

The two of them communicated frequently through letters.

This seemingly destined communication across time and space gradually gave rise to some special feelings between the two.

Although the two had never met, it did not affect their understanding of each other and each other's world through text.

However, Wei Lai's state of being in love made his mother start to worry.

One evening, when Wei Lai was in a hurry to go out to mail a letter, his mother stopped him.

"Wei Lai, you can't do this anymore."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You fell in love with a woman who lived a hundred years ago!"

"Mom, we are just writing letters, just friends."

"You wrote love letters!"

Facing his mother's questioning, Wei Lai found it difficult to refute. He murmured and opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

His mother's words woke him up.

Perhaps, he should re-examine the emotions that he had recently generated in his heart.

Jiang Lan was a person who was born in the late Qing Dynasty and witnessed the establishment of the Republic of China. He was born in the late 20th century and grew up in the 21st century.

Back in the bedroom to calm down, looking at the letters Jiang Lan wrote to him, Wei Lai struggled with himself for a long time and had to admit that he did have some feelings that he shouldn't have.

This was fruitless.

In the early morning, he drove the car alone, driving aimlessly on the empty driveway.

Reason told him that he should stop writing to Jiang Lan.

Perhaps both sides should calm down.

So far, the postman who would arrive downstairs of Jiang Lan's house on time every day no longer appeared.

Jiang Lan waited downstairs every day, but she could no longer wait for letters. She wrote to Wei Lai one after another, asking him what was wrong, but all of them fell into the sea.

She was smart and soon thought of the answer.

"Are you afraid that our relationship will not have a result?"

One late night, when Wei Lai saw this piece of paper in the secret compartment of the drawer, he finally couldn't control his heart and wrote a reply with trembling hands.

"I am afraid that my feelings for you will get out of control, which is not the right thing to do."

The next day, he received a long reply.

"You underestimate me, Mr. Wei."

"You and I both know that we are destined not to belong to each other. This is a cruel fact that cannot be changed."

"We have never seen each other, and we have never even heard each other's voices. We just communicate with each other and share some troubles and secrets that cannot be told to others. There is nothing wrong with this."

Jiang Lan's words made Wei Lai a little shaken. Perhaps, as she said, both of them knew that nothing was destined to happen with each other, and they could restrain some feelings that should not exist.

So, he contacted Jiang Lan again.

At the same time, he was eager to know what Jiang Lan's future would be like, and drove to the address on the envelope again.

The one who opened the door was still the nanny from last time, but this time, under Wei Lai's repeated requests, she still took Wei Lai into the house and met a gray-haired old lady on the second floor.

When he saw the old lady lying on the bed, unable to take care of herself, he felt an unprecedented panic and regret in his heart.

"Are you Jiang Lan?"

Just when he was so worried that he couldn't breathe, the old lady lying on the bed shook her head: "My name is Jiang Hui, Jiang Lan is my aunt, how do you know this name?"

A sense of relief as if he had survived a disaster appeared in Wei Lai's heart. He let out a long breath and his face was full of smiles again.

He didn't know why his emotions fluctuated so violently.

But when he wanted to ask more about Jiang Lan, the old lady said that she was old and didn't remember most of the past.

The nanny also explained that the employer had Alzheimer's disease and her children had passed away, so she was hired to take care of her with the help of relatives.

Wei Lai, who couldn't get more useful clues, could only leave here in disappointment.

However, when he went downstairs, an inexplicable feeling came over him.

At the same time, Jiang Lan, a hundred years ago, was also walking up the stairs, and was also stunned on this wooden staircase.

It's just that one staircase is brand new and beautiful, while the other is already full of vicissitudes and heaviness.

At this moment, it seemed as if they had truly crossed the long river of time. Although the two could not see each other, they both raised their hands at the same time, as if they had touched something.

The picture on the big screen was divided into two halves, one on the left and the other on the right. The two people, one on the top and one on the bottom, raised their palms at the same time and met in the middle.

As if they had really touched each other, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

At this time, the background music sounded again, but it was a new song.

"I am sure that I said I love you hundreds of years ago."

"It's just that you forgot, and I didn't remember it either."

"I am sure that I said I love you hundreds of years ago."

"It's just that you forgot, and I didn't remember it either." (End of this chapter)