杰瑞拖着沉重的脚步回到阴冷的家,门里塞进一个信封,写着:枫树街103号男主人收。杰瑞冷笑一声,像他这样生活在社会最底层的人,有谁会给他写信?“你还记得十年前在你门外的那个衣衫褴褛的青年吗?你还记得那把深蓝色的雨伞吗?要感激你当年的那把伞成就了现在坐拥百万家产的我。十天后,我将送你一个巨大的惊喜!”十年前?他努力搜索着记忆:是的,一个风雨 Jerry drew a heavy footsteps back to the cold home, and threw an envelope into the door, saying: The male host of 103 Maple Street received. Jerry sneered, and people like him living at the bottom of society would write to him?“Do you still remember the ragged youth who was outside your door ten years ago? You remember that dark blue Colored umbrellas? Thank you for the umbrella that you had in the past and now you have a millionaire property. Ten days later, I will send you a big surprise!”A decade ago? He tried to search for memories: Yes. A storm