"Brother, I just want to ask, what do you want me to do?"

"I just hope you don't send me gifts, don't write private messages, don't call again!"

"I'm Capricorn, brother! I just hope you can give me this little right..."

"Go to die!"

I hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

I had insomnia that night. I felt a little regretful about saying the last sentence.

Next, I went to my hometown in Northeast China for a month.

I am a free person and haven't turned on my phone for a month. During that period, I didn't go online once, and my life suddenly became quiet. I knew that the package order would be returned to the mailer after a month.

Back in Lancheng, I logged into Weibo. I thought I would receive a lot of private messages from sweet ××××. I could expect that among the hundreds of private messages, none of them belonged to her!

It seems that she gave up completely.

It seems that my last sentence hurt her heart severely.

Although I did it a bit too much, I got my original life back after all.

Someone knocked on the door.

I looked out from the cat's eyes and it was the woman from the property company.

I opened the door and saw her holding a stack of parcels in her hand. She said, "Mr. Zhou, I have been to your house for four or five times, and you are not here. You have not come to pick up these parcels and have expired. But yesterday I received another waybill... for it."

I took it and said, "Thank you, I'm in trouble."

After the property company left, I looked at the waybill in my hand, and it was sent by her again. In the column of the name of the goods, I saw a sloppy word - me.

I?

I thought about it for a while and my hair stood up.

What's the meaning?

I have to get this thing back anyway. If I don’t see what she sent me, I will be upset day and night!

The freight station was in the southern suburbs of Lancheng. I drove there, finished the procedures and handed the waybill to a staff member responsible for picking up the goods. She was a little girl. She walked into the inner room, and after a while she poked her head out and said to a young man: "Xiao Gong, come and do a favor."

The young man passed by. After about 3 minutes, the two of them dragged out a large wooden box together, which looked very heavy.

They handed it to me and went back to work. The people waiting for pickup were in a long queue.

I looked down at the long wooden box, and suddenly felt chills on my body, and for no reason I remembered the last words I said to Tian××××: "Go to die!"

I can't open it here, I'm going to pull it home.

I looked around with my eyes, but no one noticed me, so I bent down and picked up the wooden box, staggered back to the front of the car, stuffed it into the trunk, and the lid could not be closed, half poked outside.

I didn't go home, so I drove to the riverside in the suburbs. I once brought critic Han Haoyue and my wife to make barbecue.

It's winter now, the river is frozen, and there is no one on both sides of the river.

I carried the wooden box down, then took out the tool from the car and pried it away.

There are fine pieces of paper confetti inside, and I don’t know what is buried in the paper confetti. There is a light blue envelope on the top. I opened it and saw sweet ××××’s handwriting:

elder brother:

I asked you, what do you want me to do? You said, let me die... is it really true? No matter what you want me to do, as long as you are happy!

This is the last time I have sent you a gift in this life. The gift is myself, so you must accept it. Now, if you open up the confetti, you will see me. The letter was written before I passed away, and my most secret friend will help me complete the funeral. Brother, will you be happy in this way? Really, I just hope you are happy!

I looked down at the white confetti in the wooden box, reached out and shrank back.

Looking up at the river, the sun pricked my eyes on the ice. I didn't know what to do next, so I sat blankly on the ground, thinking about the pile of paper scraps, and finally said softly: "I hope that when I go home and go to Weibo later, I can still see the private messages you wrote to me, receive your package order, and receive your call... Can it be?"

I said tears flowed down my face.

After the publication of "Package", readers asked me from various channels: What happened later?
Chapter completed!