You are the most beautiful love letter I have ever written.

I've only been in love once, from the beginning, all my life.

I was 18 years old when I met Mu Zi. I just graduated that year, and I was doing a hard but decent job in CCTV, responsible for the production and maintenance of website content with my colleagues. For us, the biggest advantage of this job is that I can feel the hundreds of megabytes of network experience of TV stations when the home internet access is expensive, and what I do most is to log in to the chat rooms with four screen names at the same time and pretend to be "the four brothers of the Tang family".

At this point, everything seems to be ready, and the key to really suppressing the plot is that I landed in a chat room called Black Hawk under the recommendation of my colleagues and met a girl with a net name of koala.

Koala said that she is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 90 kilograms. She is a black belt in judo. She tried to portray herself as a big man, but I wandered around the chat room for so long and found that she was a Beijing girl slightly younger than me. Sure enough, at the chat room party the next day, when a girl with short hair and baby head jumped out of the crowd and asked me to guess who the koala was, I had determined the answer. From that moment on, koala's youthful breath and smiling red face became lingering memories in my mind, and then an unexpected physical contact while skating made me understand for the first time what love at first sight was and what made hormones burst out instantly.

Since then, Mu Zi and I have gradually become familiar with each other, but my heart is pounding as if it were getting worse. Finally, I got up the courage to write the first love letter in my life. In March of 14, I gave her this letter of tens of thousands of words. Growing up, my Chinese scores were average. Writing a letter is not an easy task for me, but this kind of distress is nothing compared with the anxiety of waiting for a reply after sending a letter. Fortunately, Mu Zi finally agreed, on condition that I write at least 100 love letters.

The role of youth hormones is absolutely great. From the beginning, I racked my brains to write once a week, then once every two or three days, and then I want to write once a day. I write faster and faster, more and more, just to see Mu Zi when I send a love letter and try to spend more time with her. In this way, I worked tirelessly for three months and finally changed planes in Mu Zi.

After dating for one hundred days, I gave Mu Zi ninety-nine roses and a cake. When the box was opened, Mu Zi was surprised to find that the cake was a purple rose. When we first met in the Black Hawk chat room, she used purple font. I know she likes purple. The purple rose made of this cake and the other 99 red roses add up to just over 100. I told Mu Zi that she was one in a million to me.

I gave her three letters at a time that day. I wrote eight pages with a pen because of A3 stationery. Three letters, each with the same number in the upper right corner, but three words are written on the envelope: I, love, you. My handwriting is not good-looking, but when I write a letter, I am very careful, and every word penetrates the back of the paper. I used tens of thousands of words to record the dribs and drabs of Mu Zi in the past 100 days, but in fact, what I want to say most has been condensed in the three words on the envelope.

For you, I am willing to love the whole world.

200 1, from CCTV to an IT company, everything went smoothly at first. I got twice my previous salary and bought a small house of 60 square meters outside the Fifth Ring Road with a loan. In order to save money, when I was at work, I used the weekend to travel around every building material city in the west, choose cheap and beautiful furniture, and do it myself with Mu Zi. In July, Mu Zi graduated. I don't want such a pure girl to be infected by the filth of society. I told her not to work, and I will always support her.

I am the fourteenth employee to enter that company. Later, when the number of employees increased to more than 500, the domestic economic situation turned sharply, the bubble economy was squeezed, and the IT industry was greatly impacted. I accidentally received a resignation letter and became a member of the unemployed army. In order to pay off the monthly mortgage, I have to find a job as soon as possible, but when I confidently submitted my resumes to a number of well-known large companies, the highest salary given was only 1200 yuan, which not only formed a huge gap with the previous high income, but what's more, this salary was not enough to pay off the monthly mortgage.

In just one week, my initial spirit was gradually worn out. In that long ice age of IT industry, I was slapped again and again by reality, and my salary requirement dropped from the initial 6,000 yuan to 2,000 yuan, but I still couldn't find a job. This search was one year. I gradually lost confidence and judgment, began to doubt myself, became timid, and even dared not go to Mu Zi's house again. Even if others care a little, I will be sensitive to think that I am questioning myself.

My letter to Mu Zi stopped, and I stopped at the letter 137. Mu Zi went out to look for a job without telling me.

One morning in 2003, I woke up from a hangover again. When I passed the kitchen, I saw Mu Zi silently eating the leftover food and steamed bread from last night. She was so absorbed in eating that she didn't see me standing outside the kitchen door. At this moment, I suddenly understood why I never see leftovers at home, because I don't like eating. In order to save me money, Mu Zi ate them all silently.

At that moment, I woke up, the last point in my heart insisted, and I put it down instantly. I don't want to watch Mu Zi suffer any more. I decided to find a job at once, even if the salary is very low and ordinary, I can't wait any longer. I swear in my heart that I will love her with my life.

Later, I found a job. Although my salary is not high, I live a poor and happy life. I thought my life would be so dull until one day I came home from work. I found busy Mu Zi looking rather pale, and Mu Zi tried every means to hide that he was all right. I was keenly aware of the laboratory sheet hidden under the pillow ―― it turned out that Mu Zi was pregnant with my child, but our life was just beginning to improve. In order not to increase the pressure on me, she quietly had an abortion. My hand holding the document is shaking. I can't imagine how much psychological pressure such a weak girl suffered before making this decision. When she looked at me with tears in her eyes, I couldn't help crying with her in my arms. I had only one thought at that time: I must give her the best life, even if I sacrificed my life for her in my arms.

My first novel, The Son of Light, was born at that time. I promised to write to Mu Zi all the time, but I stopped at 137, so I wanted to write a book, which is impossible in reality and give it to her as a gift. In the novel, I write myself as a lazy teenager in the human world and gradually develop into a powerful magician. Mu Zi is a princess of hell lurking in the human world. When her identity was exposed, I stepped forward, gave up my original status as a court magician and stood in front of her to protect her from leaving. ...

Online novels were very popular at that time. With the encouragement of Mu Zi, I published the book "The Son of Light" online under the pseudonym of "Tang Jiasan Shao". Unexpectedly, the novel became a hit, which helped me find a new way of life and made a lot of money. By 2005, I had written four novels in succession, paid off my mortgage and bought a new car.

I have tenosynovitis on the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of my left hand due to the long-term code word at my desk, and I often have problems with my cervical vertebrae and lumbar vertebrae, but I still insist on "two shifts a day without interruption." I know I can't stop, because someone behind me needs my protection.

In 20 12, he was awarded the title of "king of network writers". Many fans say that my book will have the shadow of my sister-in-law, because I have only been in love once in my life, and she is my world. If it weren't for the more than 100 love letters, I wouldn't have taken the road of becoming a writer since I was a child. If it weren't for my love for my wife, I wouldn't have the impulse to write novels; If it weren't for her support and encouragement for so many years, I would never have persisted until now.

You are the most beautiful love letter I have ever written.

20 15 grandma got cerebral thrombosis and lost her memory. I am afraid that one day, I will lose my memory, so I decided to write a book to record the best things in my life, so that one day when I am old, I can still look at this book and think of me and Mu Zi. I have tentatively titled it "I am willing to give up the whole world for you".

When I wrote 20 thousand words, things suddenly changed. 1 1 one night before going to bed, I accidentally touched the lump on Mu Zi's chest, and I had a bad feeling in my heart. The next day, we went to the hospital. After a complicated examination and a long wait, my heart is getting heavier and heavier. I will never forget the smile that Mu Zi turned to look at me. The bread there contains all kinds of emotions that make me feel sad, such as embarrassment, fear and tension. Unfortunately, my prayers didn't work, and Mu Zi was finally diagnosed with breast cancer.

65438+February 3rd is the day when the wife agreed to have the operation. I woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning, went to the hospital at 5: 30, saw her at 6: 30, and sent her to the operating room at 7: 45. I can't help shivering. When I was anxiously wandering outside the operating room, I received a phone call from my wife: "The biopsy result came out, which is malignant. The doctor said that the right side should be removed ... Husband, will you dislike me? " Listening to her sobs on the other end of the phone, my tears welled up. I told her that no matter what, I love her forever.

At 5pm, nearly 10 hours later, Mu Zi was finally pushed out of the operating room. The doctor said the operation was a success. I watched her in a coma in a hospital bed, and her tears seemed endless. I stayed with her all night.

After Mu Zi was discharged from the hospital. I decided to change the name of the new book to "For you, I would like to love the whole world". Because she made me understand that all persistence only comes from love. I love writing, and I love her more.

On May 3rd this year, on Mu Zi's 34th birthday, I rushed out a novel sample book of150,000 words that I had just written and gave it to Mu Zi. When she saw the preface, I wrote, "Some people say that two people have been together for a long time, just like their left and right hands, even if they no longer love each other, because they are used to it. Once in a while, you won't feel your heartbeat, but if you cut one off, it will hurt. But we are not like this. We are also hands, but we always hug each other tightly and never part ... "At that moment, she didn't cry, just smiled as brightly as a child.

I remember all the stories of knowing and falling in love with her during 17. I will spend my whole life writing this most beautiful love letter for her.

The most beautiful love letter