For those who served in the army, because they could not go home all the year round, and the feelings of longing accumulated day by day, the letters from home often became the only consolation.
Every time someone receives a letter, they will become the envy of others. In the past, Lin Yuefei was the one who walked with wind.
He got married early, just in his early thirties this year, and his eldest son is already twelve years old. He has been in elementary school for several years, and he can read a lot of characters, so he can write for his mother. Lin Yuefei and his wife have a good relationship. They are a young couple who support each other. For more than ten years, if there were no elderly people in the family who needed to be taken care of, his family members would have joined the army long ago.
For these reasons, basically, Lin Yuefei wrote a letter to his family once a month. For this reason, he often brags in front of others, bragging every day how much his wife misses him and cannot do without him.
But recently, he feels his superiority is threatened.
The problem lies with Old Wei.
In the past, Lao Wei only received one letter every two or three months. Like everyone else in the army, he was not prominent at all and had no sense of presence. But after returning home this year, I don’t know if it was bloody or what. I started writing letters two days after returning to the army, and then received letters, wrote letters, and received letters again. Yue Fei.
When it was even more dangerous, Lao Wei not only received letters, he also received parcels.
At this time, Lin Yuefei was holding the mail he had just received from the gate. The flat and thin letter on the left was his, and the bulging package on the right was Wei Jianwei's.
Comparing the two sides, the gap is immediately apparent.
He felt that it was the first time he experienced the sour eyes that other comrades felt when they saw him receiving letters.
When Wei Jianwei was unpacking, Lin Yuefei was in his office, dawdling away.
"Old Wei, what did your younger brother and sister send you? Such a big package, it's quite heavy for me to hold."
Wei Jianwei didn't answer. Although it wasn't the expected two letters, the package was enough to make up for his regrets. He opened it unhurriedly, obviously happy.
The first thing that caught his eye was an oiled paper bag with a letter under it. He put the paper bag aside, opened the letter, and a photo slid out along with the letter paper.
Unexpectedly, there would be a photo, Wei Jianwei paused before picking it up.
It was a group photo of mother and son. Because the child was too short, he had to stand on the bench, hold his mother with one hand, and smiled at the camera so that his teeth could not see his eyes. He Xiaoyun stood behind him, also looking at the camera, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Let me see!" Lin Yuefei suddenly took the photo away.
"Hey, aren't these the younger siblings and the eldest nephew? Your family members look so pretty when they take pictures."
In fact, in Lin Yuefei's opinion, it's not enough to describe her as good-looking. Old Wei's daughter-in-law is even more beautiful than the lesbians from the art troupe who came to perform before. However, in order to prevent Old Wei from being jealous of his husband, he swallowed all those compliments Back in the stomach.
He was about to go out with the photo in hand, "I'll show it to Lao Wang."
Wei Jianwei could not let him get what he wanted, he caught up with Lin Yuefei at the door, and snatched the photo back.
"Hey, let go, let go!" Lin Yuefei yelled in pain, "As for it, looking at your photo, I almost broke my hand."
"Help you improve your memory." Wei Jianwei said, these people have been wanting to see photos of his family members for a couple of days, if they take them away and pass them around, who knows when they will get them back.
He looked at it a few more times, put the photo back in the drawer where he usually put the documents, and locked it, and then unwrapped the oiled paper bag, and read the letter while eating dried peaches, feeling very comfortable.
Lin Yuefei was so jealous, he came over and took a dried peach, put it in his mouth and chewed it, it was sweet and sour, and tasted good, so he took another one.
When he got the third one, his hand was slapped away, and Wei Jianwei said coldly, "If you want to eat it, ask your family to make it yourself."
The peach itself has a lot of water. The ten or twenty catties of peaches picked by He Xiaoyun were peeled and pitted, and after drying in the sun, there was not much left. Half of them were left for Wei Yuanhang, and even less were in Wei Jianwei's hands. Don't look. Looking at the big bag, I really can't bear to eat it.
"You're so stingy!" Lin Yuefei stared, wanting to snatch it, but after weighing his strength, there was really no chance of winning. The hand that was just twisted behind his back was still hurting, so he had to give up.
But he was greedy, thinking about it, and when he wrote back to his family, he said that he wanted to eat dried peaches.
Of course, his daughter-in-law read it out later, saying that he thought it was a one-time thing, and it’s okay not to mention what the peaches are doing this season.
Not only Wei Jianwei's dried peach shooter, but also Wei Yuanhang's. No one else in the family would compete with him. However, Wei Jianhua had a summer vacation recently. In terms of greed, he and his nephew are on par.
"Grandma, little uncle robbed me of peaches!" These days, scenes of family complaints often appear.
Wang Chunhua trained his youngest son: "How old are you, how dare you!"
Wei Jianhua felt aggrieved, "The second brother is much older than me, and he has something to eat."
"Your second brother was made by your second sister-in-law. If you are capable, you can find a wife and ask her to do it for you." Wang Chunhua said.
Thinking about it carefully, Wei Jianhua is nineteen years old this year. In the countryside, it is not too early to get married at this age.
Wei Jianhua was so blocked by his mother that he had nothing to say, so he turned his head and coaxed his little nephew again.
He Xiaoyun also reasoned with the child: "You still have so much, can't you share some with your uncle? He often plays with you."
Wei Yuanhang was holding a tin biscuit box, which contained dried peaches, "I've already given one to my little uncle, and he wants a lot more, so I won't have any more!"
This cheapskate, I am ashamed to only give one, He Xiaoyun is a bit regretful, if I knew it was divided into three parts at the time, there would be no such thing as now, but unfortunately I didn’t think too much about it at that time, the child has already decided that the dried peaches were given to him by his mother With Dad, Dad's share has been taken away, and the rest is his alone, and no one can snatch it.
He was like a dragon guarding gold coins, holding a biscuit box, and every time Wei Jianhua came to coax him, he would give him one. If the other party took more while he was not paying attention, he immediately called grandma loudly.
With these two treasures around, the family is not lonely at all.
In the military camp more than 1,000 kilometers away from Qingshui River, one morning, Wei Jianwei found that his peaches were missing. Although the amount was not much, he could feel it with his hands.
People who can come and go in and out of his office at will, know that he has something to eat, and covet him, except Lin Yuefei, don't think about it.
He went to settle accounts with him.
So, this morning, all the idle people in the camp gathered to watch the excitement.
The first battalion commander didn't know why, so he grabbed a soldier and asked, "What are you doing here?"
The little soldier saluted, and then said excitedly: "Report, the second battalion commander and the third battalion commander are going to compete, and it's at the training ground!"
"Old Lin and Old Wei?" The first battalion commander stared, "Is Lao Lin crazy? What kind of food is he going to give Old Wei?"
"This..." Xiaobing scratched his head, "Report! I heard that the family members of the third battalion commander sent him food, but the second battalion commander stole it!"
Old Wei's family...
The first battalion commander touched his chin and sent him food
He sent the little soldier away, "You go, I'll go to the third battalion commander's office, don't make any noise."
See what's interesting about Lao Lin being beaten, why not go to Lao Wei Nashun for some food, anyway, someone will take the blame.
"... huh?" Xiao Bing was stunned, unable to react.