Mo Shichen looked at the wet shoulder of the woman, raised his eyebrows and was about to open his mouth, when he found Wenyi, who was standing at the door, staring at the things in his hand, walking towards him quickly.


    She came to him in a hurry, reaching for what he was holding.


    When the man raised his hand a little, she jumped into the air.


    Wenyi raised her hand to rob, but she never got ink. She was not as tall as him and her hand was not as long as him. He just stood at will, and she could not reach her on tiptoe.


    Of course, she didn''t jump. Her face was red with panting because of running all the way up. Her breathing was not calm. She said in a bad voice, "Mo Shichen, that''s my thing. Give it back to me."


    Mo Shichen looked down at her panting face, and said, "this is why it rained so heavily?"


    "Give it back to me!"


    The man leisurely way, "this is my thing."


    "Who says it''s yours? This is my study. Your study is next door."


    "I know."


    "Then you don''t give it to me?"


    "The study is yours, but this letter is mine."


    Rob and rob, she also has no mind to reason, simply insolent way, "Mo Shi Chen, I said it''s mine!"


    Mo Shichen smiled and said, "what you say is yours. You are really domineering."


    Wenyi, "..."


    She looked at the man''s perfect posture, bit her lips, then calmed down, and said with a cold face, "you know, after you die, as your spouse, I am the heir of the inheritance. This manor is now in my name, and all the things in it are mine."


    Even if he recovers his identity, many things still need to go through formalities. Although she is not interested in their manor, but without her signature, the manor is still hers.


    The man was not impatient and nodded his head. "The manor is yours. There are tables, chairs, tiles, flowers and trees here, including the dead grass outside. But this letter is mine, because It says my name. "


    He said, turning over the high envelope in his hand. On the simple white envelope, with a black pen, he wrote


    oleven.


    More than one, next to the bookshelf he was leaning against, in a wooden box about the size of the bookshelf, he stacked a whole box neatly.


    He just casually pulled out a letter, only to see the name on the envelope, the woman rushed in with wind and rain.


    Wenyi pursed her lips and looked at him with wide open eyes.


    The curtain did not pull, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and the remaining light fell on her face, which was white and terrifying, and then the more terrifying thunder rang.


    Mo Shichen looked at the letter in his hand, then looked at the wooden box, looked down at the woman who was wet by the rain in the light and caused the feeling of water light. His eyes were originally complicated and stained with indescribable gloom, low and slowly opened, "these are the letters you wrote to me?"


    She didn''t speak.


    The manor has a history of several hundred years. Once the time is long, it will pile up an indescribable deep feeling, especially when there is no one to live in for a long time, and the popularity is still very thin.


    Even if the light is bright at this time, there is an indescribable deep silence.


    Two people look at each other like this, 30 seconds, or a minute.


    Wenyi suddenly leaped past him and opened the window. The cold rain was blown in by the cold wind. She easily wet her first floor. She didn''t say a word, turned around and walked back to him. She picked up the wooden box with difficulty.


    Before Mo Shichen knew what she wanted to do, she heard a clang. Hundreds of envelopes fell out like flowers scattered around the sky. The wind blew far away, but they were soon knocked down by the rain.


    It was still raining heavily, and the wind was still blowing. Moshchen stepped to her side with long legs and pulled her to one side. His face was no longer as leisurely as before, and his outline was tight. His fingers pinched her arm with uncontrollable force, just like the anger in his voice. "Wenyi, what are you doing?"


    Wenyi did not look at him, but looked out of the dark window, wind and rain, thunder intertwined lightning.


    The letters disappeared in the blink of an eye.


    Thousands of nights, hundreds of secret thoughts, across the long years.


    He didn''t see it, and she was forgetting it.


    Once the ink is completely soaked in water, even if the paper is dry, the fuzzy words can no longer be seen clearly.


    Tonight''s rain, it''s really time.


    About to see her do not speak, Mo Shi Chen lost patience, and repeated a low roar, "Wen job!"


    He can''t tell why he got angry. He can''t hold back the momentum in his body. Before she came, he didn''t have any strong thoughts about these letters, or must see them.


    But I watched them destroyed, and I was furious in my chest.


    Especially looking at the woman in front of him, half of her hair and clothes were wet. He was embarrassed and cold, and the strength on his fingers was out of control again and again.Wenyi had already calmed down and looked up at him. "Even yours, it''s gone now." she reached out and broke off the finger of the man holding her arm. Her heart was calm again. She said lightly, "there''s another one, you can read it if you want. I''ll go back."


    Then she turned and walked out the door.


    She wanted to take the remaining one again, maybe she could, but she had no idea.


    Even she didn''t know what was written in the letter he took out casually.


    Maybe it''s just a few irrelevant words, such as the weather is good and the mood is good.


    When Chen looked up again, the figure of the woman had disappeared at the door.


    As soon as the servant saw that Wenyi umbrella was about to go out without any support, he hurriedly followed up, "madam, it''s raining too much outside, and it''s thundering. Why don''t you stay here tonight?"


    "No more."


    The servant didn''t say much, but said, "well Then wait, I''ll get you an umbrella. "


    From here to back in the car, it''s raining heavily. She doesn''t have to walk half of the way to get soaked.


    Wenyi can''t say what she felt at this time, maybe she didn''t feel anything, because her heart is really calm, just don''t want to stay here, just want to leave at once.


    When the servant saw that she was going to leave in the rain, he called out from behind, "ah, madam..."


    But before job''s tears could walk into the rain, her arm was grabbed by the back hand, and a few forces easily pulled her man back from the door.


    The open door was also slammed by the man''s hand.


    "Wenyi, lightning, thunder and rainstorm, do you want to die?"