The letter Wei Jianwei wrote to his family was opened and read together at night when the family was enjoying the shade.
In the letter, he wrote about his situation in the army, asking how his family was doing recently, whether his parents were in good health, and how the crops were growing.
Wang Chunhua was illiterate, Wei Zhenxing finished reading the letter, she took it over and smoothed out the wrinkles carefully, with joy on her face.
"When Jianhua comes back tomorrow, ask him to write back to Jianwei. Xiaoyun, do you want to write something too, and then let Jianhua take it out and send it together." She said to He Xiaoyun.
There is no mailing point in the brigade, and the postman is not often encountered. In the past, the letters to Wei Jianwei were all written by Wei Jianhua when he got home, and he dropped by the commune when he went to school.
"Okay." He Xiaoyun nodded.
After putting Wei Yuanhang to sleep at night, she lit the kerosene lamp, found a pen and paper from Wei Jianwei's desk drawer, and began to think about what to write.
The first line of address is difficult. If you write Wei Jianwei, it seems too serious and unfamiliar, but when you write Jianwei, she feels a bit too intimate. Although she called him Jianwei in front of others, she didn’t call him in person. Pass.
Thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to have called her.
She couldn't help but took out Wei Jianwei's letter, wanting to see what his title was written in. Although she read it in the afternoon, she didn't pay attention to it at the time.
He wrote Xiaoyun.
He Xiaoyun put the letter paper on the table, poked it with her hand, and said in her heart that the call is so intimate, do you know me very well
After struggling for a while, she awkwardly wrote the word Jianwei on the top line of the letter paper.
Greetings also follow suit. Wei Jianwei writes about recent times, and she also writes about recent ones.
On the first line, I wrote the letter and received it, and then answered Wei Jianwei's question about her recent situation with the child, and then got stuck again, not knowing what to write next.
She stared at the few short lines on the paper, and wanted to end it here. Those few words looked too shabby, and she wanted to continue writing. Nothing happened recently.
This kind of pain seems to go back to the time when they were studying. The teacher asked them to write an 800-word composition, but they only made up 600 words. They could only sit at the table biting the pen and pulling their hair, feeling like they were going bald. Same.
The sleeping child uttered a raving sound or two. He Xiaoyun turned her head to check to make sure that he was not awake, then turned back with a sad face, and finally put down the pen, stopped writing, and went to sleep first.
The next day, when Wei Jianhua returned home, Wang Chunhua pressed him at the table as soon as he stepped into the door, asking him to write back to his brother.
"Mom, I'm so hot, let me rest for a while." Wei Jianhua wailed.
Wang Chunhua said: "Writing will cool you down, hurry up." After speaking, she picked up the big cattail fan to fan the younger son, and poured him a bowl of tea.
Faced with such considerate service and the threat of his mother's broomstick, Wei Jianhua neither dared to be angry or speak up, so he had to start writing bitterly.
Wang Chunhua said something, he wrote a sentence, He Xiaoyun stood by, listening with pricked ears, trying to learn some experience.
"Everything is fine at home, you don't have to worry... You have to eat well when you are outside alone... You can't go to bed at night without a quilt because of the hot weather... I just sweated after training, so I can't take a shower right away..."
Listening to this, He Xiaoyun became embarrassing. What Wang Chunhua said was what a mother would say to her children. Even if she learned it, she could only tell the little fat man and not write to Wei Jianwei.
She sighed rather distressed.
After finishing the housework and having nothing else to do, she went back to her room, sat at the table, and poked here and there with a pen.
Wei Yuanhang ran in with something in his hand, and said as if offering a treasure, "Mom, mom, my little uncle caught me a seven-star rocking worm!"
"It's a seven-star ladybug." He Xiaoyun corrected without raising her head, still staring at the letter paper.
The child tried to pronounce it twice, but the word "Laople" was really difficult for his tongue, and he couldn't pronounce it correctly no matter how much he pronounced it. He simply stopped and tried to climb up his mother's lap.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
He Xiaoyun grabbed his armpit and lifted it up, let him sit on her lap, and said, "I'll write to Dad again, do you have anything to say to him?"
Wei Yuanhang nodded his head straight: "Yes, yes, I want to tell my father that my grandma caught me and really turned into a butterfly. Yanyan still doesn't believe it. She is an idiot. The little uncle said, this is called a perverted idea." , Mom, what is a perverted idea? Grandma said that next time Dad comes back, he will bring me orange candies. I want him to bring a lot, a lot, a lot... "
As soon as the chatterbox opened its mouth, it was like a faucet that wasn't turned on tightly, pouring out words, He Xiaoyun was speechless.
After the child finished speaking, he urged her, "Mom, write quickly."
He Xiaoyun put him on the ground again, "I'm going to write, you can go and play with my little uncle."
The little brat is very long-winded. If he really writes as he said, one notebook is not enough. However, his words inspired her. There are no big things happening these days, but some trivial things can also be written to make up for the word count. , who wouldn't.
"That day you left early in the morning. The little fat man woke up and didn't see you. Later, he found that all the cabbage butterflies in the wooden box were flying away, so he cried a lot. You said, is he crying for you or his butterflies? ?”
After writing this passage, He Xiaoyun still wanted to laugh when thinking of Wei Yuanhang's grievance that day when he was crying so hard that his nose was bubbling.
She continued to write with a smile: "He told me just now that when he wants you to come back, bring him a lot of orange candies. As a father, you only have the status of orange candies in his heart. Poor... There are some lotus blooming in the pond, your son wants to see it, but I said I can’t get it, he said wait for Dad to come back and pick it, look how good it is for you... "
"Second sister-in-law?" While writing, Wei Jianhua suddenly stuck his head in from the door.
He Xiaoyun looked up at him, still holding a pen in her hand, "What's wrong?"
Wei Jianhua walked in with a book in his hand: "I finished reading the book I borrowed from my second brother last time."
She nodded, opened the drawer to let him put it in, and joked: "What books do you need, you can take them yourself. Anyway, your second brother is not here, and he doesn't know if we sold all his books."
"Second sister-in-law dares to sell it, but I don't dare. Second brother will hang me up and beat me when he comes back." Wei Jianhua smiled and took another book from the drawer as if I was afraid.
He Xiaoyun remembered that he had borrowed this book before, and couldn't help saying: "Have you read this book?"
"Ah? Ah..." Wei Jianhua's eyes wandered for a moment, "My classmate wanted to borrow it."
He Xiaoyun asked casually: "Male classmate or female classmate?"
"What are male and female students?" Wei Jianhua suddenly put on a very serious expression, "We are all pure revolutionary friendships. Second sister-in-law, don't think too much."
He Xiaoyun didn't think about anything at first, but seeing that he had no money here and there, there was something she didn't understand, so she let out a malicious oh, with a long ending, "I see, pure Revolutionary friendship, I understand~"
Wei Jianhua made a fool of himself, so he could only look at her pitifully, "Second sister-in-law, don't tell mom, or she will read me to death."
After teasing him enough, He Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a big-mouthed person, but since you said you're pure, you have to be pure to the end, and you can't bully other girls."
Wei Jianhua nodded repeatedly, took the book and ran away.
He Xiaoyun turned her attention to the letter again, only to realize that just now she just lowered her head to write, and unknowingly wrote a full page, and she didn't finish it yet.
She pondered for three seconds, then took out another piece of paper.
—Anyway, I’ve already written so much, it doesn’t hurt to write more.
Wei Jianhua is at home, and the combination of him and Wei Yuanhang can turn the house upside down.
It was during dinner that He Xiaoyun found out that Wei Jianhua took his little nephew out in the afternoon and secretly picked grapes from someone's backyard to eat. The grapes were unripe, green and sour, and the two of them were able to eat them, and even made their teeth sore .
Now the whole family is eating, and the two of them are watching bitterly. Wang Chunhua didn't let them leave the table, so she just sat and watched, learning a lesson.
"I'll go tell that family in a while, someone in our family has stolen his grapes, see how shameless you are."
Wei Jianhua retorted in a low voice: "It wasn't picked secretly, the vines grew outside the yard."
"Even if it grows in your mouth, it's someone else's!" Wang Chunhua said angrily, "You've brought Xiaohang to the ground. A person who is almost 10 or 20 years old is not as good as a three-year-old child. Your second brother knows about it. See if he beats you!"
When mentioning the second brother, Wei Jianhua shrank his neck and dared not speak.
Finally, Wei Zhenxing said, "Let's eat first, we'll talk later."
The two who made mistakes obediently took up their jobs. Although they were approved to eat, they were not happy at all, because their teeth were so sour that they couldn't even bite into tofu.
"Mom, Yaya is so uncomfortable." Wei Yuanhang moaned next to He Xiaoyun.
He Xiaoyun said very ruthlessly: "Mom will feed you some grapes, and you will be fine soon."
The little fat man was groaning in his heart, he didn't dare to act like a baby anymore, and ate with aggrieved.
After dinner, He Xiaoyun folded the written letter and handed it to Wei Jianhua, putting the two letters in an envelope.
Although she couldn't see what she wrote, but the handwriting appeared densely on the back of the paper. Wei Jianhua asked curiously: "Second sister-in-law wrote a lot, what did she say?"
He Xiaoyun pointed at Wei Yuanhang and took him to blame, "It's all what Hanghang wants to say to his father."
The child had a small chest and said proudly: "I told my father a lot!"
"Not only that, there must be some whispers between Xiaoyun and Jianwei." Feng Qiuyue laughed when she heard it.
Wei Jianhua felt the same way, and he especially wanted to know, what would a person like the second brother say to the second sister-in-law? What will the second sister-in-law write to him
Looking at the envelope in his hand, Wei Jianhua felt that his curious heart was about to move.
But within a second of the commotion, he thought of his second brother's fist and the braid that was held by his second sister-in-law in the afternoon, and that little sign immediately withered away.
Alas, life is not easy, I hit a wall everywhere, my teeth still hurt, it's exasperating.