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Chapter 340 Gu Qi Extra

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    As he wrote this sentence, a gentle look appeared on Gu Qi's face, as if he remembered her eating fish in front of him, cute and well-behaved.

    "Aunt Wang's son has entered high school this year, and his grades are not as good as yours. Aunt Wang always wants to ask you if you have any tips for studying.

    Beishan Hot Spring is still the same as before, but a batch of maple trees have been planted, and the maple leaves next year will definitely be more prosperous and beautiful"

    He rambled on and wrote two pages of letter paper.

    Ten years have passed, and there has been no news about his Hao Hao since he left the Gu family.

    The university admission notice was at home waiting for her to pick it up, but since she left the villa that time, she never came back.

    Gu Qi knew that she really didn¡¯t want to have anything to do with him anymore, so he didn¡¯t send anyone to look for her since then.

    Because if he sent someone to look for her, he would be angry.

    How dare he make her angry.

    It¡¯s just that no matter how late he works, Gu Qi will always choose to come to the villa to rest.

    He tidied her room every day, but he never slept in her room again.

    Hao Hao cares about this very much. He can't do something that doesn't make her like her.

    At the end of the letter, he paused.

    "Happy birthday and all the best

    "Brother: Gu Qi"

    After finishing writing, there was a smile on his face, as if having such a blessing would make her life smooth.

    He carefully folded the letter, not like folding a letter, but like folding his own heart together.

    Gu Qi put the letter paper into the prepared envelope, then wrote the address on the envelope neatly, went downstairs and mailed it.

    Within a few days, the letter was returned to the mailbox of this villa by the postman.

    All the addresses he wrote down were to this villa.

    Because this is his good home.

    In that mailbox lies a thick pile of letters that will never be opened.

    On the cover of each letter is written:

    Recipient: Sister, Yu Hao.

    The plum blossoms in the courtyard did not bloom this winter. They stood alone in the snow, looking desolate and desolate.

    The newly moved neighbor next to the villa has a five-year-old child. When he is naughty, he insists on holding his parents¡¯ hands and going to the next door to visit.

    After the doorbell rang many times, someone opened the door. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

    "Hello, uncle! I am the new neighbor who has moved next door. Are you the owner of this house?" The child looked at the uncle in front of him with confused eyes. He felt a little strange. He didn't look so powerful. Why did he live here?  In a villa with such a good location?

    The person who opened the door was Wang Yu's son. When he heard the child say this, Wang Yu's son waved his hand: "I am not."

    How could he be the owner of this villa? The deceased head of the Gu family was very powerful, and he couldn't compare to it.

    The child asked in an innocent voice: "Then why are you here?"

    Hearing the child¡¯s question, Wang Yu¡¯s son looked dazed for a moment.

    Oh because someone gave him a large sum of money to clear the snow every winter, and one day before the New Year, he would turn on all the lights at the door, as if he was afraid that someone would not be able to find their way home.

    Wang Yu¡¯s son smiled: ¡°I don¡¯t know, maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m afraid of being lonely in this villa.¡±

    The child laughed.

    A few days later, it snowed heavily one night.

    There are bright lights everywhere in the yard, but the room is dark.

    All traces of being here have been taken away by the years, leaving only the mailbox filled with letters and the plum tree in the courtyard that no one came to admire, blooming clean flowers.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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