Writing this, she thought about it for a long time. The westerly wind outside the window rolled the fallen leaves and knocked on the window paper. It was late autumn, she didn't wear much, and the cold wind coming in through the window made her feel a slight chill.
But a passion that had never been felt before, surging in her heart, made her forget the cold, forget the imminent danger, and write down in one fell swoop:
Dearest friend, I want to tell you: I have also been tested a little. The recent encounter almost destroyed me by the reactionaries. However, just when I was in a desperate situation and desperate, it was the Party, our great mother, who extended a helping hand to me.
Friend, although I am anxious and distressed, how happy and happy I am! It was you, the Party, who pointed me in the direction of my advance, and when I was in danger on the way and came into a reef, I did not expect the Party to come again and rescue me... Right now, I'm not out of danger, but I'm confident I'll leave.
How happy I am to think that my life is like yours, full of legends and myths, how happy I am!
Finally, my most beloved friend, I would like to say two words from my heart, words that I have never been embarrassed to say... Don't laugh at me, if you can see this letter, then at the same time you will see a sincere heart... Don't laugh, friend! She won't forget you, never will.
No matter the end of the world, no matter life or death, no matter how sinister and how the situation changes in the future, you will always live in my heart. When will I be able to see you again? Can we still see each other again? ...... But I'm looking forward to it.
I'm going to wait for this day to come. If I could really have this day and appear in the course of my life, then how happy I would be! ...... Friends, may we see each other again! Take care, your strong fighting spirit will always be an example for me to learn.
The letter was written, and Dao Jing read it again and again. At this moment, the letter she was holding seemed not to be written to Lu Jiachuan, but a letter that Lu Jiachuan had sent to her through all kinds of difficulties. She read her own letter greedily, intoxicated by an unusually agitated mood, forgetting the clouds and distress that surrounded her.
"How do you give it to him?" At dawn, she smiled slightly as she squeezed the letter. Indeed, it was a letter that could not be delivered.