Wen Jiaren was bored and tidying up her things at home.
After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, I accidentally saw a box.
A very familiar box.
Wen Jiaren opened it and found that it was still full of things.
That was the paper crane she folded.
One thousand.
In each one, their common memories are stored.
Li Nian had already dismantled them all, laid them out neatly, and divided them into piles with paper clips.
Wen Jiaren picked up a pile of them casually.
Turned over.
That's the memory of that period.
It was she who went about in vitro fertilization behind his back.
What she said was, Nian, I am very scared, afraid that you will know that I have lied to you, will you not want me?
Below, there is a line of pen marks and domineering fonts.
Beauty, at that time, what I was angry about was not that you lied to me, but why didn't you tell me and let me accompany you? I am your husband, and I should be able to do all this well and bear all the burdens.
That's a thousand chapters and a thousand sentences.
He replied a thousand times.
Every sentence reflects her mood and his mood.
Wen Jiaren sat in the room and gently folded the paper into a paper crane.
In the afternoon, 13:46.
Sister-in-law Wu knocked on the door in a hurry.
Her face was very pale.
Looking at Wen Jiaren's quiet figure, after a long while, she shouted: "Young Madam... Japan, Tokyo, there's an earthquake. It's a 9.0-magnitude earthquake. I called Master Nian, but I can't get through."
Flick your fingers.
Papers flying.
Wen Jiaren stayed there in a daze.
After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Sister-in-law Wu, as if she didn't believe it.
How is it possible?
Yesterday, he spent the night with her tenderly, and then left with a smile.
Even now, she could vaguely feel his temperature on her fingertips.
How could it be possible that, all of a sudden, he disappeared?