From Body to Love

"Meng Fu, come and write me a love letter. Be more literary." Meng Fu was called by Di Jun as soon as he entered the prison door.

His expression was Wan Yan, and di Jun saw something wrong, "what's the matter with you? This is to see the lover lost his soul? " Di Jun joked.

"It's not a lover, it's the woman's husband."

"Why did he come to see you? He was looking for abuse. If you don't look at it, there are still human rights in prison. "

"No, I'm sorry for him." He wanted to see his own tragedy and let him watch it. The man felt better and he was better.

"Meng Fu, you are really..." it's really kind. It's not me. It's estimated that you don't even have residue left in prison.

"Didn't you say writing?" Meng Fu received his mood and asked.

"It's a love letter. You write it first, and I'll copy it again according to your handwriting."

Meng Fu picked up his pen and felt embarrassed to write for the first time. He didn't write a love letter and didn't know how to write it. "Brother, tell me what kind of person your woman is, so I can prescribe the right medicine."

"Yes, what? My woman is not sick and doesn't need medicine. "

"Not that." Meng Fu patiently explained, "that is to say, if you understand her personality and hobbies, you won't make mistakes in writing."

"Oh." Di Jun smiled, and even the ferocious scar on his forehead became milder. "Yi Ying is a very gentle woman. She likes reading, writing and painting. She paints very well and colorful. She feels very Picasso's style."

"Brother, it's Picasso, isn't it?" A man couldn't help but put in his mouth.

"Shut up and let you talk?" Di Jun said angrily and kicked it.

The man dared not speak any more. He still talked silently in his heart. I also studied for several years. Picasso is an abstract painting style. This colorful is clearly Van Gogh's painting style.

Listening to di Jun's description of Yi Ying without praise, Meng Fu gurgled through a warm current in his heart. There are ruthless family affection and pure love in this world.

Even a little warmth makes people live less meaningless.

This man can be a cold underworld leader or an infatuated ordinary man. He can even write a simple love letter for his lover.

He thought about it and wrote down the last lyrics in the movie love letter.

"Oh, my love has gone with the south wind

Ah, it's all over the coral reef where the wind blows

Every time I meet you by chance

Always let me completely forget everything

Play like a little girl

Can you hear my heart beating

Coral reefs mottled our skin

Just the two of us

Because I like you!

Ah, my love has gone with the south wind

Ah, it's all over the coral reef where the wind blows

My tears can flow

I don't want to see your gentle eyes

Hang your head like a little rose

Want to touch the petals

The shore is full of moss green symbolizing love

Our cheeks gradually leaned against each other

Because I like you!

Ah, my love has gone with the south wind

Ah, it's all over the windblown coral reef "

The purest love, the purest song.

"Meng Fu, what you wrote is very good. But I don't know many words. " Di Jun looked at a page full of words and frowned slightly.

"This..."

Not long after Di Jun saw Yi Ying and returned to his cell, Meng Fu knew what a mistake he had made. According to di Jun's knowledge level, he could not have seen the film "love letter", let alone remember these lyrics.

However, it was a blessing in disguise. Yi Ying looked at the handwriting imitated by Di Jun and couldn't close his mouth with a smile. By the way, he also revealed the fact that di Jun asked someone to write a love letter.

For five months, winter has come. Meng Fumo vaguely remembers that five months have passed. Maybe he has stayed in this environment for a long time and gradually forgets the passage of time.

My aunt didn't come again, and Guze didn't come this time.

He is like a grain of dust forgotten in a corner.

Sometimes, he even thinks that Gu zeruo can bring him some things about Xiaoyi. Even if those things will stab wounds in his heart, at least this is the only link between him and Xiaoyi.

"0732, someone is visiting."

He was lying in bed watching the Naruto that Guze gave him, and the prison guard called him.

Prison visits? Who is it? Aunt, or Guze?

But sometimes everything is unexpected.

"Xie Zhenzhen." He looked at the girl opposite and said.

Xie Zhenzhen's appearance has changed from that of high school. He dyed his hair and put on light makeup, as if he could not coincide with the appearance in his memory.

"I'm really sorry to come to see you for so long."

"It doesn't matter. It's better not to come."

If I don't come, I will forget you more easily.

"I didn't mean not to come. My parents sent me to Australia to study. I don't think it's interesting for me to go since you're not in a university. I came back these days and wanted to see you. "

"Thank you." He smiled faintly and lowered his head slightly to avoid meeting Xie Zhenzhen's eyes.

Xie Zhenzhen's heart suddenly cooled. Countless sour water began to pour into his heart. Meng Fu didn't want to see her. Meng Fu wanted to have nothing to do with her, and his tears couldn't help falling.

"Don't cry." Meng Fu looked up at her and repeated, "don't cry."

At a loss, he subconsciously wanted to erase Xie Zhenzhen's tears, but there was the tinkling of handcuffs in his ears.

The noise is so harsh.

The pricking heart began to numb with pain.

"I don't cry. If you don't let me come, I won't come. Seven years, just seven years. I'll see you then, okay?" Xie Zhenzhen gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "You must be bored here. This is the book I brought you. You can have a look."

On the table are several thick legal books, including civil law, criminal law, constitution, jurisprudence... A full set of legal books.

They piled heavily on the table and weighed heavily on Meng Fu's heart.

Is the dream of a lawyer too extravagant for him?

"Thank you."

He suddenly remembered the love letter he wrote for Di Jun. looking at the girl's face in front of him, the love letter he wrote gradually changed into the one Xie Zhenzhen wrote to him.

The first love letter he received.

At the end of the love letter, the girl wrote, "Meng Fu, I wait for you to accept me."

At the end of February the next year, Meng Fu knew that he would never see Xie Zhenzhen again, because Gu Ze sat opposite him and told him about Xie Zhenzhen.

"Long time no see, Meng Fu."

"Mr. Gu. Do you know how my brother is? " He asked anxiously.

Guze ignored him, but handed him a pile of photos. The person in the photos was the same girl. Xie Zhenzhen.

Smiling, talking, eating, and hanging shoulder to shoulder with a man.

"Your girlfriend is looking for another man so soon." Guze laughed and sneered.

But he was disappointed to get the imaginary response. Meng Fu should be angry, upset and uneasy. Why did he just look at it lightly and put down the photo at will?

Perhaps some people's sadness quietly hid. Meng Fu's heart crossed a light sadness, but more is gratification. It's good that Xie Zhenzhen can live so well.

"It's good that she can live her own life."

"It's really open-minded. If my woman and others are like this, I must be very angry, but unfortunately, my woman is dead." When he said the word "death", he looked at Meng Fu.

Watching his body suddenly freeze, like a child who has made a huge mistake, he doesn't know what to do.

Meng Fu wanted to say sorry, but he knew that Guze was tired of the word sorry.

However, he had no choice but to be sorry.

Guze's fingers beat the table, beating a person's heart rhythmically.

"After a long pause, Meng Fu finally summoned up his courage and asked," Mr. Gu, can I know about my brother? "

"Didn't your aunt tell you?"

"No."

There was a smile on his lips, and the rhythm of his fingers finally stopped. Gu Ze's voice was Yin measured, "now it seems that everyone has abandoned you. Oh, no, except your stupid brother. Your brother is in hospital. I don't know why. Guess what? " Seeing that Meng Fu didn't speak, he paused and said the suspicion in Meng Fu's heart, "maybe it's because of pollen allergy."

The heart is uneasy and tangled, like stepping on countless thorns, extending from the pain under his feet to his heart. He has nothing to do. The person who hates him in front of him is his only link point.

"Mr. Gu, please, can you tell my aunt to come?"

"Beg me, what qualifications do you have to beg me?"

Meng Fu's pleading eyes suddenly cooled down. What qualifications does he have and what position can he stand to beg this man?

"In fact, if you could be a little angry when you saw the picture of that girl just now, maybe I'd be in a better mood and could help you, but what should I do? It turns out that the girl is not your lover. I lost my lover, but you didn't lose it. "

"In fact, some people's sadness is not so easy to show."

Gu Ze stared at Meng Fu's eyes and watched the light in Meng Fu's eyes darken a little. It was like a deep pool. He couldn't see Meng Fu's sadness. He was sure that Meng Fu didn't really love the girl.

Maybe that kind of feeling is just with a little novelty and a little touch, but it's not love.

Guze was disappointed. He didn't see the expected performance of China Mengfu.

"Mr. Gu, just help me once, will you?"

"OK, let me help you. If you commit suicide, I'll help you. " Gu Ze said casually. In his eyes was the white light from Meng Fu's handcuffs, full of cold breath.

"I can't kill myself."

He can't kill himself. He has Xiaoyi. He can't just die.

"Then I can't help it."

"Mr. Gu." With an aggravating tone and anxious mood, he stood up. He looked at him and begged. He saw the disdain in Guze's eyes.

He knew that even if he asked, the man would not help him.

However, he has to try. He can't let Xiaoyi get hurt.

"It's time." Said the guard.

He saw what Guze was going to say, as if he had given himself a hope, but before Guze's words, he had no time.

When he was taken out, he kept looking back at Guze.

However, the opening of his lips just now seemed to be an illusion. Gu Ze, sitting with his legs on his chair, just watched him be taken away quietly, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face, like pride and ridicule.