June is our farewell song

Chapter 228 An Unforgettable Picnic ([-])
"call……"

Coming out of the bumper car field, walking on the small gravel road around the huge artificial lake, the sky gradually darkened.There was a bit of coolness in the wind blowing on his face, probably because of the sweat on both sides of his cheeks.Gu Yuan looked up at the rolling clouds in the sky, there were only a few thin strands, and he counted them, no more, no less, exactly six pieces, oh no, there was another piece hanging on the far side of the sky, and it was being carried by the wind farther and farther away.

"It's annoying, I haven't played enough."

"Me too."

"I think it's not easy for that uncle to let us play until the end of the specified time." Unlike Qi Yu and Jiang Lu, when Qing Si and Chen Ying looked at each other, they both saw each other's helplessness in each other's eyes .

"It's the first time I've seen someone crash a bumper car... eh."

"Just say a few words less."

Feng Ziqiu was interrupted by Jiang Zifeng in the middle of his sentence, and the senior sister gave him a caring look.

The last project, time travel.

It’s a new item, but it’s actually just a shop selling postcards. It probably took the idea of ​​“The lake house” or “The Untouchable Lover”. The location is next to the Ferris wheel and adjacent to the artificial lake. , which are placed on rows of wooden sticks, and cylindrical letter boxes are placed on the wooden sticks.

"The language that leaps through time and space... Well, what do you mean?" Qi Yu was the first to walk in, looking at the posters on the wall, he raised a question, and a sister who was dressed like a postman but had an unexpectedly good-looking uniform left immediately. Came over and explained:

"That is, write letters to people in the future."

"Write a letter to someone from the future?"

"Yes, everyone can buy letter paper and envelopes here, and write down what you want to say to your future self or others. We will send these letters out on the scheduled date. Are you interested? Why don't you take a look at the letter paper first , We have a lot of beautifully designed stationery, all custom-made, each one is different."

Naturally, the staff led him to the place where the letter paper was sold. Qi Yu, who was a little hesitant just now, ran over and stood in front of the shelf looking at the dazzling array of letter paper and envelopes.

"You really know how to market..." Gu Yuan yawned, but when he turned around, he found that there was no one left beside him. Only Sister Zifeng was still standing there looking at the wooden mailbox next to him. He has already followed Qi Yu's footsteps and went to look at the letter paper envelope.

Walking out of the store, hanging on the railing by the lake, looking at the sparkling water,
Jiang Zifeng quietly approached his shoulder.

"Tired?"

"... a little, a little bit."

After all, after walking for a day, and being hit violently by Qi Yu's bumper car for more than ten minutes just now, he is indeed a little tired physically, but it's not a big deal.

"Are you all right?"

"fine."

"Why don't you go and have a look?"

"It's not interesting, it's expensive, and it's worthless. I still like to focus more on the present than the future."

"Um...is that so?"

"Yes."

"Writing a letter to your future self or someone else is not considered a distraction~ I'm afraid this excuse is not sufficient. What is it because of, Gu Yuan?"

"It's kind of annoying, Sister Zifeng." Gu Yuan lowered his head half helplessly and half admitting defeat, "It will make people feel scared to see through other people's thoughts."

"Then are you afraid of me?"

"..."

"Actually, I don't write because I don't want to think too much about the future."

"why?"

"..."

"Don't you want to talk?"

"Um……"

"Then let's not talk about it." Jiang Zifeng's eyes fell on the Ferris wheel not far away, his eyes were full of sunlight in the water, "In life, there are many things that don't need to be said or known. .Everyone has their own secrets, and you don't have to worry about them."

"I'm not worried about it, but I just think...it's not very good. It's like when you play the piano, if you don't look at the score in advance, you will play the wrong note in a hurry or lose the rhythm. If you don't go at all If you think about things about the future, when they actually happen, you will become overwhelmed."

"Prepare for a rainy day, as the old saying goes. It's good to be prepared."

"But... I still have a hard time convincing myself. Life is good now, and I really don't want to think about other things unless it is absolutely necessary."

"That's fine too. There must be a way for a car to reach the mountain, and a boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. It's also an old saying, and it's not bad."

"Sister Zifeng, don't make fun of me...why do you agree with me no matter which side I choose?"

"Because, there is no right or wrong." Jiang Zifeng turned around, her long black hair swaying gently in the warm summer wind, and her facial features were as sharp as if carved out, "Remember when you were tall? Did I ask you a question in the activity room during one day?"

"The philosophical question?"

"Well, can you answer now?"

On the Temple of Apollo in the Temple of Delphi in ancient Greece, there is engraved a famous saying that is considered to have enlightened the entire ancient Greek civilization:

"Man, know yourself."

Can I answer now?
"..."

Gu Yuan shook his head.

"The important thing is not what choice you make, but that you have to understand why you made the choice."

"This is very important...very important. If you don't know it, you may regret it after making your choice..." She murmured, making a barely audible sound.

"Huh? Sister Zifeng, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, that is to say, you should think it through, it's been two years."

"—Hey! Sister Zifeng, Gu Yuan, don't you two write?"

Before he could figure out the meaning of Jiang Zifeng's words, he was interrupted by Qi Yu's voice.

"Gu Yuan, let's go, let's write one too."

"okay."

"What would you like to write?"

Holding the letter paper that Liu Qingsi handed over, Gu Yuan held the pen, not knowing where to start.

I don't know who to write to, and I don't know how long the reservation is, let alone what to write.

"Qing Si, what did you write?"

"Ah I……"

"How can you tell others about something so private? Right, Sisi?" Qi Yu came over and put his arms around Liu Qingsi's waist, leaning on her shoulder affectionately, "Don't tell him, let him want to go."

"Xiaoyu..."

"You guy..."

Gu Yuan frowned and rubbed his temples, and gently raised the tip of his nose with a pen.

What should I write?
My mind went blank.

Never thought about it at all...

I don't want to write to the future that is too far away, and it will be troublesome if someone suddenly receives an inexplicable letter one day?
Then write it to yourself a year from now.

"Gu Yuan, do you still remember what happened one year ago today?"

"You must remember. On this day, there was an accidental falling into the water while rafting, there was a haunted house where Qingsi was so frightened that she almost passed out, there was a hand cake made by Xiaoying that made people eat three without knowing it, and Qi Yu and Jiang Lu's crazy bumper cars... Of course, there will also be the fireworks show seen on the Ferris wheel, no matter which one it is, it will be unforgettable, this is a picnic you will never forget."

"Wait for you, oh, no, by the time I received this letter, I had finished the college entrance examination for more than a month. Where did everyone go? Do you understand what kind of person you are?"

"Sister Zifeng should be back from vacation, call her, and make an appointment with everyone to get together again, come here again, and write another letter to yourself."

"I hope that when I come back next time, I won't fall into the water again. Qingsi can be more courageous, at least she won't be fainted by fright, and she can still eat the delicious meal cooked by Xiaoying, and don't be driven by Qi Yu's bumper car again. I couldn’t get out of the tire that was stuck on the sidelines. I hope to watch the fireworks show again and be with everyone. Hahahaha, but there will be no anniversary next year, and there should be no fireworks.”

"That's it, I will leave it to you in a year's time."

"Eh? It's finished? Show me! Show me, show me!"

As soon as Gu Yuan put away his pen, Qi Yu yelled and came over.He put the letter back into the envelope and sealed it, and gave her a blank look: "It's not what you said, such a private thing, can't you just show it to others?"

Choked by what he said a few minutes ago, Qi Yu looked very dissatisfied.

"Then who do you say you wrote it to, and how long after?"

"Write to myself, one year later."

"Eh? You too."

"also?"

"It's the same for me and everyone else, it's all written for myself a year later." Qi Yu shook Liu Qingsi's arm in his arms, "What about you, Sisi, are you too?"

"Me...Me too." Qing Si also nodded.

"Looks like everyone is the same, hurry up and post stamps, just tell the clerk that one year will be fine."

"Know it……"

"Hurry up, dawdle, don't be late in a while."

"How could it be... isn't it going to start playing at seven o'clock? It's only after five o'clock now."

"But if you want to line up, you have to accurately watch the number of people in line to be able to sit on it. What if there are too many people? What if there is an accident along the way? What if someone blocks the road and robs you in the middle? What should I do? What should I do? manage?"

... What you said, except for the large number of people, other things are impossible...

Almost being pushed by Qi Yu, Gu Yuan walked to the counter, paid and put the stamps on.

A year later... Can I really receive a letter as scheduled?
Maybe, maybe not.

However, that is not important.

Don't you remember everything in the letter?
Gu Yuan suddenly understood what Miss Zifeng's words meant.

It's not the choice that counts, but the reasons why you make the choices.

It doesn't matter whether you write a letter or not, what matters is what kind of expectations you have for the future.

He delivered the letter to a mailbox next to it that said "one year".

There was the sound of an envelope falling on wood.

Very light, very light "click"

It's like the sound of the hands turning in a clock.

(End of this chapter)