Reasoning Notes

Chapter 190 Reasoning Notes 4: Return of Ye Shenyue (52)
It turned out not to be a stranger on the phone.He said that he was a traffic policeman, and he was dealing with a traffic accident. He found the number from the dead man's cell phone... Ling suddenly became dazed, and the voice on the cell phone surged in her ears like a nightmare.

The person said that Jing had a car accident.The person said, respect to death.

Will not!She will never believe it!
Ling forgot how she walked into the morgue, which was colder than the snow outside, and there stood a man who claimed to be a traffic policeman.On the silver metal bed, Jing fell asleep peacefully, his hair was stained red with blood.Ling stood there in a daze, feeling as if she was in an unreal dream.

The voice of the traffic policeman sounded like it was coming from outside: "This is what he left behind."

It was a small box. When it was opened, there was a pair of rings engraved with Y and M——Yi Tianjing and Ma Xiaoling.

It turns out, respect, you have not forgotten the Christmas agreement between us.

Tears began to fall densely, disintegrating the whole winter.

In the days when she lost respect, Ling was very lonely.

A colleague who used to work in the forensic department introduced her to a partner, but she politely declined.Whenever she is free, she goes to Jing's detective agency to clean up.Although the owner is no longer there, everything in the room remains as it was before.Ling had a faint feeling that Jing would come back one day.

How ridiculous!

She stood on the roof, watching alone amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.In the distance, criss-crossed black wires cut through the entire sky.

An old mailbox is placed at the gate of the yard, and the mottled green color contrasts with the white fence.

Every morning, the postman rides an old bicycle and goes from door to door, stuffing letters into mailboxes.Hearing the familiar bell of that bicycle, Ling would go to the window.For no reason, she thought that Jing would send a letter back from heaven.

This is not possible.When a person dies, he becomes a wisp of smoke that disappears in the world and ceases to exist.

Ling was terrified that time would wear away her memory of that man and her love for him.She has to flip through the photo album every day, counting the respectful smiles in it, and counting the time that was frozen in the past.Counting and counting, she cried.

She thought of one of her students, a girl named Xia Zao'an.She didn't know why she thought of Xia Zao'an, maybe because Xia Zao'an looked like a person when she was thinking about problems.Sometimes, in Ling's mind, the images of two people overlap, Xia Zao'an and Yi Tianjing, they are very similar.

One day when she was walking on campus, Xia Zao'an suddenly chased her up from behind.

"Teacher, how are you going to spend Christmas this year?"

Ling looked back at her, her sad eyes seemed to be empty as if there was a fallen city.Ling said, "I go to church alone."

"Oh." Xia Zaoan said, "I should spend Christmas with someone."

"Yeah." Ling suddenly thought of Jing, this was the second Christmas after she lost him, "I haven't found that person yet..." Some faint pain began to haunt her heart.

Xia Zao'an suddenly pursed her lips, her smile became ambiguous in the sunlight: "Maybe there will be good things this Christmas."

After all, she ran away.Ling looked at her back with complicated emotions.

This Christmas, dear, will you watch me from the sky?

She raised her head, and a coldness suddenly poured into her eyes.I saw a group of pure white slowly falling on the desolate sky, and it was snowing.

The students ran out of the classroom in large groups, and suddenly there were many children playing with snow on the campus.They were beside Ling, laughing freely.Just a month ago, Xia Zaoan had just exposed Joker's conspiracy and restored peace to the city.

It's all over, the Joker is dead, the Poker Syndicate is gone.This Christmas, there will be no more crimes.

It's just that some people can't wait for this year's Christmas any longer.Like Jing, they died in the struggle against evil.

These snows are the tears that God shed for them.

That day, it was weird.

Ling, who was standing at the window, saw the postman riding a broken bicycle and stopped in front of her house.He took out a letter from his bag and stuffed it into the mailbox that had never received a letter.

Ling suddenly became nervous, and her heart "thumped" as if it was about to jump out of her throat.She walked over slowly, opened the mailbox, and took out the letter inside.The letter still had the body temperature of the postman.

"Ah!" She couldn't help crying out.

It was a letter from heaven.

Ling:
This Christmas, wait for me outside the church.

love you respect
Ling grabbed the letter paper excitedly, unable to speak, thousands of words seemed to boil in vain under the skin.

It is respectful handwriting!It's his letter!
Is he really watching over me in heaven?

On Christmas Eve, Ling walked on the brightly lit street.

The snow fell to pieces on this earth with its beauty.People in thick clothes and white scarves are strolling happily and sweetly with their loved ones in their arms.The store was full of people, and the Christmas lights hung in front of the store, twinkling like stars, spread along the street.

A huge Christmas tree is placed in the small square, and colorful lights dance rhythmically on it.Passers-by stopped to watch the performance of the children's orchestra.The sound of the violin was flowing like water, and a group of innocent children lined up neatly, singing the hymn of Christmas Eve.

The beautiful song, as light as a feather, flew to heaven.

Walking from here, the front is the familiar church.

The benches that have been used for many years are still parked alone under the dim street lights.Ling sat on it and read the letter again under the dizzy light.With only a few numbers, no matter how many times I read it, the excitement in my heart cannot be calmed down.

It was undoubtedly Jing's handwriting, and the postmark on the envelope was also the most recent date.

Is this really from him?

The letter paper was spread out in the palm of her hand, and the handwriting written in black pen was clearly visible under the light, and Ling fell into deep thought.She wondered if this could be a letter that Jing sent a long time ago, but it was delayed by the post office for some reason, so it was only delivered to her now.

This is the most reasonable explanation, after all Jing has been dead for two years.

Even so, Ling still came.

A little unrealistic fantasy haunted her.She actually thought that Jing would appear in front of her on this Christmas Eve.He would brush away the snowflakes that fell on her long black hair, and said with a gentle smile, "Ling, are you in a hurry?"

That voice will be the only voice in the world.

Ling closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, as if Jing was standing in front of her.She was afraid that if she opened her eyes again, this beautiful fantasy would be shattered.

The sound of snowflakes being crushed made Ling's nerves tense suddenly, and someone stopped in front of her.

Hello, is that you?
Ling's breathing became disordered, and she opened her eyes nervously, but the surprise hidden in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Teacher, are you waiting for someone?"

The person standing in front of her was Xia Zao'an, not Jing.

That's right, that person is already in the kingdom of heaven, how could he return to the human world?

Ling smiled at Xia Zao'an, and at the same time folded the letter paper in her hand and put it back in her pocket.

This Christmas, I'm still alone.

Ling didn't leave the church immediately, she was still sitting on the pew, Xia Zaoan sat beside her.Xia Zao'an said: "The person who was waiting for did not come."

Ling stroked her shoulder lightly, her eyes filled with sorrowful moisture.Ling said, "Then let's spend this Christmas Eve together."

Xia Zaoan nodded.

The bell rang for the last time, and the snow stopped.They just sat there under the dim street lights, watching the streets become less and less crowded, the shops closed, and the Christmas tree lights went out.With the respectful letter in her arms, Ling fell asleep warmly.

Dimly, she felt that someone was gently stroking her hair, as if the voice of respect had swam into her dream.

Jing said: "Ling, you must be happy. I will always watch over you in heaven."

What a happy dream that was!

Ling smiled sweetly.Edison, who had been sitting beside her, gently held her smiling face close to his body.

Ling, I'm back, but you don't know it.

As the sky gradually brightened, Ling opened her eyes.

Unknowingly, she slept here all night. She touched her cheek, and suddenly felt that Jing was by her side last night, and his face seemed to still retain his body temperature.Xia Zao'an, who was sitting next to her, was nowhere to be seen.

Did she go back?
Ling stretched and stood up, suddenly something fell from her body - a piece of white letter paper fell on the same white snow.Ling picked it up suspiciously.

Time stood still for an instant.She saw that it was Jing's handwriting.

Ling, this is our last Christmas.Don't worry about me anymore, I promise you that in the next life, we will spend Christmas together.

This is another letter from Jing.

He came back, while she was asleep.On Christmas Eve last night, he was by her side.That's not a dream, it's real.He kept their Christmas promise.

At that moment, all the tears flowed wantonly like a flooded river.

The white snow floated slowly again.

(End of this chapter)