No.3, Al Lane, Hokuriku Street, this address can receive thousands of letters from all over the country and even the world every day. When the postman Liu Mingjie walked this road for the first time, he looked at the big bag of letters and frowned deeply. The old postman left the parcel he had used for more than 20 years to Liu Mingjie, and Liu Mingjie looked at the shabby parcel with some disgust. He doesn't know the old postman who delivered letters for 20 years rain or shine and won the May Day Labor Medal three years ago, but he also admires his deeds, but anyway. The superior leader gave instructions, because this is the only last wish of the old postman, and you must use it, or you will leave. After the 1980s, there was some rebellious mentality, so Liu Mingjie was very unhappy when he looked at the package.

No.3, Jia 'er Lane, Hokuriku Street,No. 132. Liu distributed the 7th1express at No.3, Aerxiang, Beilu Street. This address is a nightmare for him. After studying for three years, I finally passed by No.3, Al Lane, Beilu Street, where the national famous business school is located. His childhood dream began and his nightmare ended. Since childhood, his family has pinned all their hopes on Liu Mingjie, Ming Jie and Ming Jie, outstanding figures of tomorrow. He remembered that when he finally failed to pass the list, grandma swallowed her last breath and died unsatisfied, which was the most horrible picture Liu Mingjie had ever seen. Although his family asked him to continue the exam after his grandmother was buried, he forgot all the knowledge he had learned for many years overnight and could not remember it at all. That's a psychological hint of escape.

"Liu, let's go. There are many letters in business school. Master Zhang used to leave at seven in the morning. It's good that you are familiar with this business. You are not tired. " The postman leader patted Liu Mingjie on the shoulder and said earnestly. Liu Mingjie nodded and hung up the huge package.

There are many students coming and going in Hokuriku Street in the morning, and everyone has a proud smile on his face. Liu Mingjie envies these people who can go to school here from the bottom of his heart, but he just doesn't understand why there is a gap here no matter how hard he tries. Give up if there is a big gap, but only get five points at a time, no matter how hard he works.

The letter was sent to the mailroom of the business school and looked at the new postman. The doorman pushed his glasses and glanced at the canvas bag Liu Mingjie was carrying. "Where's Lao Zhang?"

"Master Zhang passed away three days ago."

Hearing the word "death", Uncle Song, the doorman, froze. Lao Zhang, who sent letters rain or shine for twenty years, died like this! Song's heart suddenly fell down. Although he always bickered with Lao Zhang, and even two people sometimes quarreled over a slightly broken letter, that kind of life was very fulfilling. When it rains, he can't forget that old thing, holding a lunch box to bring him jiaozi with pickled cabbage stuffing wrapped by his sister-in-law. Suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. What was Song Qi thinking just now? He dumped the letter from Liu Mingjie on the table and searched for it in a panic for a long time. He picked out a brown paper envelope, and Song took the envelope and sat down in the chair. His eyes glazed over, and Liu Mingjie was not curious. He glanced at the recipient's name on the envelope: "Zhang Yonggui."

In Zhang Yonggui, Zhang Yonggui, a black-and-white photo shows a dark old man smiling, and a postman wearing a neat hat surrounded by chrysanthemums. Yesterday was Master Zhang's funeral, and he also attended. The name written on the Zimu leaderboard is Zhang Yonggui.

Looking at Song's dull expression, he was a little scared, but he still poked the stunned doorman. Song, who came to his senses, put the letter in his arms and gave a wry smile: "Young man, do a good job. Lao Zhang has helped many people over the years. What is left for you is the broad road. "

"Uncle, this letter ..." Looking at this letter, Liu Mingjie is really curious.

Song Zheng Qi touched the envelope in his arms and said, "You will understand after a long time."

2

A month later, there were more and more letters from Hokuriku Street, from one or two hundred letters a day to seven or eight hundred letters a day. All the addresses are No.3, Jiaer Lane, Hokuriku Street. Every time Song receives these letters, he will check them carefully, then pick out some and distribute the rest. This is always the case. Liu Mingjie wanted to ask something, but he didn't think it was necessary, so the days passed.

He has seen the girl in a white skirt many times, and her smile is very weak. Looking at her smile, Liu Mingjie can think of the little girl with two braids she met in junior high school. Liu Mingjie didn't look at him again. He knew that she was from business school. If a girl can be admitted to a business school, she must have her eyes above the top.

"Hey, wait a minute, okay?" Crisp voice, accompanied by a hurried heel to catch up.

Liu Mingjie stopped his bike and looked around. The girl with an umbrella stood panting not far away in a white skirt. When she saw his car stop, she ran over at once. The girl's hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, which touched Liu Mingjie's heart bit by bit. "What's the matter?"

The girl stopped in front of Liu Mingjie: "Can you send this express for me? I am in a hurry. I called the courier company many times and no one answered. "

"Ok, just write me the address." Liu found the courier bag from the sail cloth bag and handed the girl a pen.

Tao Jing. The girl finished it stroke by stroke. It turns out that her name is Tao Jing.

Tao Jing wrote down the address and put the courier in Liu Mingjie's hand. He was not at ease and said, "This is our plan for foreign design institutes. Must be delivered. "

Liu Mingjie signed the name and variety he wanted to sign, and smiled: "If you don't trust me to leave a phone number, I will call you when you send it. This kind of express delivery has a tracking system in the post office. I will reply as long as the recipient signs. "

Tao Jing didn't even consider writing his phone number in Liu Mingjie's hand: "Here is my phone number. Please let me know if you have any news. "

Looking at the girl in white walked away, Liu Mingjie couldn't help laughing. No tracking system. If there is, a courier can't just have eight dollars. Looking at the mobile phone in his hand, Liu Mingjie unknowingly smiled. He has never called a girl that.

In the evening, Liu Mingjie took out the stationery in the drawer. He likes writing letters, and he prefers to write letters to girls he likes. Let's use a fictional name. Sharp pen, a teenager's pursuit of dreams, he sighed several times. Perhaps, as many celebrities have said, life is a drama, and success or failure depends on it, with ups and downs.

This letter was mixed with a pile of letters sent to Hokuriku Street by Liu Mingjie. May be all my thoughts in the letter, I almost had an accident when I came, the bus really wiped him in the past, and Liu Mingjie thought of here is still sweating.

The letter was still splashed all over the table by Song, and he was still picking up his familiar name. At first, Liu Mingjie didn't care. It was not until Song took out the special purple envelope that he was slightly moved. Does the old man know the girl in white? "Grandpa, what do you do every day? It is more worry-free to send it out together. "

Song looked up at the young man in front of him and said, "You don't understand. If there is, you would rather not know yourself. " Said and smiled mysteriously.

Liu Mingjie saw the girl in white again after sending all the letters from Hokuriku Street. She stood under the clock tower with a parasol, smiling happily and posing for photos. Liu Mingjie put the car under the street lamp and walked to the place where the girl took pictures. The girl met Liu Mingjie's eyes in a trance, but she flatly missed it.

"The mail has reached the recipient." Before Liu Jie could speak, the girl in white disappeared, as if in an instant.

Liu Mingjie looked around curiously. On the way back, his mind was always full of Odbo's expression when he picked up the letter, and Tao Jing, who was fleeting in front of Little Square in the afternoon. But he neglected that the girl in the square had a beautiful posture in the afternoon, but there was not a lens in the square aimed at her.

three

During the dinner, Song took out osmanthus wine that had been treasured for many years. He is a lonely old man. His wife died a few years ago, and all his children have settled in other places. There is no family here except a nephew. He gradually got used to this kind of life, but Lao Zhang died.

After taking a sip of osmanthus wine, Song took out a letter sent a month ago from the drawer, a brown paper envelope with a little messy words on it, but he recognized it as Lao Zhang's notes. He has been writing his name like this for so many years, and the words are always big. In the dim light, opening the letter, Song said, "Lao Zhang, I know you don't trust this road. Please let me know if you have any instructions. " He opened the letter, a blank piece of writing paper. Some people say that the blank stationery in the letter is for the dead. You can only see it when it is burned, but the living can't see it. When the living see it, they are not far from death. Looking at the stationery, Song sighed, took a sip of wine and picked up the letter that was detained today. When they are opened, they are all blank. Even the special purple letter that Liu Mingjie wrote all night was blank. Song took those letters and said, "If you die, you will die. Stop pestering the living. I'll send you your letter. " After that, the wind blew outside the window. Today is a cloudy month.

Putting the letter into the carton, Lao Song took another sip of wine, which was very courageous. There is a clearing outside the door of the reception room. Walking along the open space is the business school teaching building with a history of 100 years. On the left side of the teaching building is an artificial lake with a bridge in it. White marble bridge. When Lao Song first came, he thought the bridge was beautiful. There is a feeling of meeting a broken bridge on a blue lake, but some things are not what they seem.

Because the bridge is a ghost bridge, Lao Zhang told him. Lao Zhang has been a postman for so many years, and the mail delivered from him can travel all over the world. In the fifth year, he discovered a secret that many letters sent to business schools were typed back. Later, driven by curiosity, Lao Zhang opened several, all of which were blank. There is a story among postmen. After many years, no one knows whether it is true or not. Thirty years ago, when an old postman passed by a house, he received a letter from a woman, which belonged to this city and belonged to his jurisdiction. When he delivered the letter to the recipient, he suddenly found that the stamp was very special. A stamp printed with gray smoke was proved to be fake by the postman. The postman must take the letter to that house and ask the sender. But no matter how he knocked at the door, no one answered. He looked through the cat's eye curiously, but only saw a piece of red. Later, the postman changed the stamps himself and delivered the letter to the family. The person who received the letter fainted to the ground. Later, the postman learned that the woman who asked him to deliver the letter had been dead for three years, and her husband had gouged out her eyes and died. What he saw was not the red decoration in the room, but the bloody eyes that went straight at the woman without eyes! After the letter was opened, it was a blank letter without words. Only the grid lines are red and bloody. The older generation said that blank letters were sent to the dead, and they would be angry if they were not sent to the dead.

Song poured a box of letters on the stone beside the bridge, and the white marble bridge against the green lake was covered with cold light.

"Go to reborn, don't hurt people, die and die." Song Zheng Qi muttered, throwing letter after letter into the fire. He felt that the resentment around him was getting heavier and heavier, and it was always good for Zixin to burn anyway. Song quickly took out the letter from the fire and saw the word written on it. Suddenly, Song looked back and saw ripples and shallow shaking on the blue lake, just like a person coming head-on. Song hurriedly took out the yellow spell he begged in the temple last year from his pocket and stuck it on himself.

The cold breath is getting weaker and weaker, and Song Song is relieved. He looked back and was shocked again. Black ash was blown by the wind, and it was written on the ground: Go back.

Song Zheng Qi hurriedly ran back with those letters. Lao Zhang used to burn letters. This job is really scary.

four

When the police came to the business school to investigate the situation, Liu Mingjie happened to send a letter. A student died in business school and drowned by the lake. When the body was found this morning, it was swollen. Song was still picking up the letter, but when he got the purple letter, he paused, but he picked it up anyway. Liu Mingjie was puzzled again, but he didn't ask too much. In fact, sometimes he thinks he is smart enough to get a girl's cell phone number that way. Unexpectedly, the girl was smarter and told him a number that had been out of service for a year.

Liu Mingjie said to Lao Song, "Grandpa, is there a girl named Tao Jing in your school?"

Song frowned at the name: "Why do you ask this? Does it matter to you? "

Liu Mingjie was a little angry, but said politely, "A few days ago, she asked me to send it by express, and the express was returned. I heard from her that the express delivery was in a hurry that day. So ask around. "

Song, the messenger, was shocked and said angrily, "no, there is no such person." Don't take this kind of private work in the future, and be careful to let the leaders know. "

Put down the letter and leave Liu Mingjie. When it was time to walk to the gate, Zheng Qi unconsciously cursed Song. Damn old man, Song sneezed and put those special letters in the paper box. Just put the box under the table, someone knocked at the door, it was the police, and the police officer headed by him looked at Song with sharp eyes.

After asking some questions, the police drove away. Song watched the police car go away and took out the burning letter last night. Lao Zhang said that ghosts who receive letters for the first time like to take them themselves and can't burn them.

Song put the letter away and took it to the academic affairs office in the building. Before leaving, the little secretary of the Academic Affairs Office said to Song, "Uncle Song, please take my letter away."

Song was shocked when he heard the little secretary say this. He said angrily, "What news is news? This is a message ... "This is for the dead. The last four words suddenly made Song swallow, and the little secretary suddenly realized, "What's the difference between sending a letter and taking a letter? Come on, uncle, give me the letter. " Seeing that Song was leaving, the little secretary smiled unconsciously: "This old man has a big temper.

Holding a brown paper letter, Song felt that he had gone too far. Lao Zhang said that if a living person burns a letter, it is not far from death. Send a message and burn a letter. He sends messages to the living and burns letters to the dead.

When I went back, Song made a special trip around the lake. The ashes left by burning letters yesterday are still there. Someone drew a big white circle.

"I heard that it was lured by female the ghost ..."

"No, I didn't pass the doctoral exam and committed suicide ..."

"No, I heard that a relative died at home. He came to burn paper last night and let the female ghost accidentally take it down. "

Song didn't say anything. After watching for a while, he turned to leave. What was said last night has been in his mind. Go home.

Lao Zhang, that's Lao Zhang's handwriting. ...

Liu Mingjie is very clever. He posted the letter again. He put the letter in a big white envelope, which still had his signature on it, but he stuffed it in the pile of letters that Song had picked out to send to the Academic Affairs Office, so that the old man would not be detained for no reason.

Tao Jing opened the big envelope, which contained a purple envelope. When he opened the purple envelope, nothing was written on the stationery. Tao Jing said, "What evil prank?" Maybe many people don't know that blank letters are addressed to the dead. If Tao Jing knew, she would never scold or sit here or there honestly, but she has gone to Chen Gong Street.

six

People who went to work in the afternoon entered the teaching building one after another, but the door of the academic affairs office was still closed. A large crowd gathered at the door. The door lock must be broken again. Song took the logistics to repair the lock and opened the door of the office. He saw the little secretary lying on the ground, his hands violently pinching his neck, and his face was blue and he was dead.

When the police got the news and came to the scene, many people had gathered outside the scene. Tao Jing is a newly assigned college student, just graduated for two years, and his family is very rich. If there was no emotional crisis, she would never commit suicide.

Song understood when he saw the letter on the desk. The cinnabar seal is a letter to the deceased. She received a letter to the deceased.

The police asked the leaders of the education administration department to investigate whether Tao Jing had any strange behavior recently. The leaders shook their heads and realized that Song was angry that day. After listening to the picture, the policeman said, "Do you think there is anything unusual here?"

The leader said, "Uncle Song has been with us for more than ten years. He never lost his temper with us, but he was very angry that day. People in the office also said that the old man didn't know what medicine he had taken. "

"Really?" Regardless of the police, under the control of thoughts, overwork and overstimulation will cause a kind of mental stress, which will dominate people's mental violence.

The police asked some more questions and took away the letter that Tao Cai Jing received this morning. When leaving the scene, the police looked back at Song, who was a little timid in the corner. He and Song looked at each other, bowed their heads and fled.

He told himself again and again that it had nothing to do with him. This Tao Jing has the same name as that Tao Jing and happened to receive a letter from that Tao Jing. Those are not his fault, but ghosts are at work, but who believes that there are really ghosts in this world?

After drinking osmanthus, Song Qi said to the air, "Lao Zhang, I know you haven't left yet. You've been dealing with those people all your life. Please help me. I will burn their letters and stop fooling around. "

I spilled a glass for pouring wine and it fell to the ground. Song was startled when he heard the sound. Looking at the past, the spilled wine is clearly Lao Zhang's face.

"Lao zhang, are you still there? What, how can I get along with them like you? "

Chen Gong Street, A Family 13 was written by Lao Zhang with wine. Song wrote it down, and the water disappeared and the room dispersed. He knows that Lao Zhang has come back.

seven

When Liu Mingjie got a call from Ji Xiaohui, he was sending an email to Beilu Street. That girl named Tao Jing just disappeared silently, and he wrote so many letters that there was no reply. Unconsciously, he looked at the small garden where he saw Tao Jing that day. It was really a lot of people looking for him and it didn't take much effort to get it done. Tao Jing, dressed in white, stood under the sculpture with an umbrella and looked a little lonely.

Put down the car, Liu Mingjie came along. This time he was careful not to say hello directly. Instead, Tao Jingxian said, "It's you. Thank you for the last delivery, otherwise the design of our whole group will be destroyed because of me. "

Liu Mingjie was stunned. The mail has not been sent out, but has been returned. According to the calculation of time, how should it reach her: "But ..."

Tao Jingxiao said, "What's the big deal? I really need to thank you. " Said a pull up Liu Mingjie, her hands are very cold.

Looking at this cheerful girl, Liu Mingjie really likes it, but he still has an inferiority complex in his heart. When he left, Tao Jing knew that he was going back to business school and insisted on going back with him by bike. On the bike, Liu Mingjie pedaled hard. He thinks it must be like the picture of the hero and heroine riding bicycles in the field in a romantic novel, but he doesn't know the beautiful picture in his eyes. In the eyes of others, this is normal. There are two big bags with umbrellas in the back seat of the postman.

Parked in front of the business school, Tao Jing ran into the school and never looked back. Looking at Tao Jing ran farther and farther, Liu Mingjie smiled.