The midsummer seven years ago.

The sound of cicadas can be heard vaguely in my ears.

The girl lying on the desk spread out exquisite letter paper and wrote down words carefully with strokes.

The wind chime hanging on the door seems to be the one on the TV, but it has become even older after years of polishing.

Carrying too much time passes.

The words "Time Hut" are also engraved on the wooden door panel.

Its sound isn't as crisp as it was years ago.

Even the young girl who was sitting in front of the camera and seriously introduced herself is now married as a wife. An orange kitten squatted beside the chair, and a lively little boy ran around with a cat stick in his hand.

The simple and warm cottage is full of laughter and joy.

"Are you here to save or get the letter?" After saying that, the hostess seemed to recognize her. "I remember you, I came a year ago, and I didn't have time to get the letter." It's not a big mistake for the hostess to remember. Niannian is beautiful and has a very elegant temperament. But even so, compared to the small shop where people come to me every day, there must be other places that are impressive to be remembered.

It happened that day the weather was bad and it was a typhoon day.

The street was scraped everywhere. Niannian was soaked all over the place when she ran to the store. Unfortunately, the time for the letter was not yet up, and even the owner couldn't stand it and wanted to make an exception for her.

Nian Nian no longer takes it.

Anyway, so many years have passed, and this year is not bad. This letter will never come to the recipient she wrote.

Now the year has arrived.

Today is just in time for a nice sunset weather, and even the sunset glow is so beautiful.

Niannian smiled gently.

"Hello, I'll win the trust."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll check it for you."

Seven years ago, the city of Sila became popular because of a TV series. The tourism and television stations and the local government jointly organized a cultural promotion activity. During this period, the small shop left the country.

Young girl is sitting at the door of the shop for an interview.

Sitting beside her was her boyfriend looking at her with a doting look on her face.

The husband is from Sila and the wife is from Chinese.

Make a seven-year agreement with your future self. Write a letter to your future self. The recipient can be yourself or someone else. Start with the letter to the day of the period. Come and pick it up again after seven years, and you cannot take it out in the middle.

"In fact, no one will come to pick up many letters when they expire. You are one of the few who are so persistent." Perhaps most people have forgotten this letter a long time ago, and initially wrote it with a try-and-see attitude.

Unexpectedly, the young couple kept every letter so completely and sealed together.

Niannian sat on the small stool at the door.

Watch the kids tease the cat.

I couldn't help but think of Tiantian and Milk Cover.

I also thought of Shangluo.

The child looked up and smiled at her, grabbed the cat and sent it to Niannian. "Hug!"

"Give it to me?"

The child nodded.

The cat was very obedient and rolled comfortably on Niannian's legs.

"This cat is not afraid of strangers, it is as clingy as a milk cap." Oh, no, the milk cap is only interested in its bottle. As for Tiantian, she is often cold and occasionally stupid.

The hostess went downstairs with a small box from the attic.

The look of Niannian looked strange.

Niannian instantly felt a bad feeling.

"What's wrong?"

"I've searched for the letter for you, but it shows that the letter has been signed for."

The cat in his arms jumped out of the ground and ran away, and the girl stood up nervously.

"who?"

The boss lady glanced at the signing person.
Chapter completed!