Yang Feng spoke weakly.
"Hello, this is SF Express. Please come down and sign for the package."
The polite voice on the other end of the phone indicated that the service was excellent.
"A package? I didn't order anything. Why would I receive a package?"
Yang Feng frowned slightly, his head full of question marks, then shook his head. It was probably snacks or clothes sent by his mother.
After changing into casual clothes, I walked downstairs and soon saw the deliveryman at the entrance of the community, wearing a uniform and carrying a large backpack.
"Hello, I am Yang Feng."
Yang Feng stepped forward and said.
"Please sign for your package."
The deliveryman handed Yang Feng a cardboard box of moderate size and said with a smile.
"Okay." Yang Feng nodded and signed his name on it with a ballpoint pen.
After signing, the courier asked Yang Feng to take out his phone, download the app, and give a five-star review.
Yang Feng carried the cardboard box home and quickly opened it with scissors.
Inside was a white letter, a rose gold iPhone 6, and a light blue hairband.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 116 It's only four years, I can wait!
Upon seeing this, Yang Feng's heart skipped a beat. He picked up the light blue hairband, which still had a faint scent of shampoo on it.
This was the gift he bought for Han Shilan at the amusement park last time. Although it was inexpensive, it was the first time he had ever given her a gift.
I remember she was smiling happily then, her long black hair tied up with a light blue ribbon, bouncing on her head like two blue butterflies dancing.
He understood.
This box should have been sent by Han Shilan; logically, it should have been sent as a package before she left the country.
Then, Yang Feng took out a white envelope from the cardboard box. It looked like a very light letter, but for some reason, it felt like a piece of iron when he held it in his hand.
Yang Feng's expression was complex, undoubtedly containing reasons why Han Shilan wanted to go abroad, as well as some of the words she left behind.
Upon opening the letter, one would see a long, elegant string of black characters.
He recognized her handwriting.
Yang Feng, I'm leaving. I'm sorry.
My father has fallen seriously ill and needs to go abroad for treatment. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.
Before I leave, I have so much to say to you.
However, time waits for no one.
Honestly, when you were peeking at other girls, I was angry and jealous, but I never thought of leaving you.
This time was different; family reasons led to our separation.
Everyone says that high school romances don't last, and I used to not believe it, but now I have to believe it.
It's all so weak because there are so many obstacles.
We may have the chance to meet again in the future, or we may become like strangers.
If—and I mean if—I were to come back four years from now, and you don't have a girlfriend by then, I wouldn't mind being your wife.
Four years, who would waste four years of youth?
If I can't wait, I'll just give up.
College life is wonderful; you might meet a girl you like. Don't act like a complete idiot when that happens.
The phone in the box has selfies of the two of us. If you ever get tired of looking at them, just bury it.
Let's just consider it a memory of our youth.
After reading this long passage of text, Yang Feng suddenly found it difficult to breathe. The oppression in his heart felt like a mountain pressing down on him.
Yang Feng smiled bitterly, a very bitter smile, his face giving off a somewhat ferocious feeling.
The envelope in his hand fell to the ground.
He seemed frozen in place, the sorrow in the depths of his eyes like a bottomless pool.
"It's only four years, I can wait that long."
After a long while, a glimmer of light appeared in Yang Feng's eyes, and he murmured something.
She immediately took out the rose gold fruit 6 from the cardboard box. She had told herself the password before; it was her birthday, 0401.
Open the photo library; there are many selfies of the two of them.
Yang Feng's peach blossom eyes were already red, tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back as he looked at Han Shilan's beautiful face and lovely smile in the photo.