The letter paper fell on the clean stone table, looking more and more lifelike. It may not be exactly the same, but one look at the delicate and small creases, you can see that everyone is very careful.
The person who folded it was very careful and tried his best to be gentle, but he was probably unskilled. He had to dismantle it several times before folding it so that you could tell at a glance what it was folded into.
Not to mention that with Yuan Zhou's eyesight, he could clearly see that it had to be folded five times before it was folded into its current shape. Even Yin Ya could vaguely tell that it must have been folded several times.
It was also because Yin Ya and Yuan Zhou were very observant. Others couldn't really see it through a rough look. They really had good intentions to cover up the traces.
"Everyone is very attentive." Yin Ya said after being silent for a while.
Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement and said nothing, but he thought that maybe he could increase his donation. After all, judging from the recent letters, it seems that there are more people added, and the burden on the school must be heavier. It would be helpful if he could help a little more. a little.
Now that he has achieved financial freedom, he can buy whatever he wants. Even if Yin Ya wants to buy a castle and become a princess, there is no problem, and there is no problem in donating more to the school.
Yuan Zhou only went through these things in his mind, and planned to put them into action tomorrow. He did not intend to publicize them. Yin Ya would not take the initiative to tell him if she didn't ask him. She always felt that it was shameful to say it, and it was not a big deal. .
If she hadn't received a considerable number of thank you letters every month, Yin Ya would not have known that Yuan Zhou could do many other things besides studying cooking.
Let's not list these for now. After carefully looking at the structure of these letters, Yin Ya started to open them. She couldn't do it without looking at them carefully. After reading the letters, she still had to fold them intact and put them away, so she couldn't let others down.
"Wow"
The letter in the shape of a heart was carefully unfolded. Usually letters in this shape were written by Miaomiao. Sure enough, as soon as it was unfolded, Miaomiao's very familiar handwriting was seen.
But there were fewer words. On the huge piece of letter paper, the handwriting belonging to Miao Miao was only two short lines, [Sister Yin, Brother Yuan Zhan Xinjia: The weather is hot. I hope Sister Yin and Brother Yuan can protect themselves from heatstroke. , my grandparents and I are all fine, don’t miss me.]
For such a short line of words, the handwriting is very heavy. It seems that the pen cannot produce ink and needs to be pressed harder.
Yin Ya and Yuan Zhou read the few lines of words over and over again before silently putting the letter down. Yin Ya's fingers were shaking slightly, as if the letter was too heavy.
Even the corners of his mouth were pursed to look a little serious, but Yuan Zhou still had the same slumped face as before. Of course, anyone familiar with him could tell that the corners of his mouth were pulled down, which obviously meant he was serious.
"Let's read the letters from other children."
I don’t know how much time passed, but Yin Ya was the first to break the silence. She probably hadn’t spoken for a long time, and her voice was a little hoarse. Steam was rising from the teacup next to her. This was the tea she had prepared before, and there were several plates of beautiful snacks next to her. , I originally planned to eat snacks, drink tea and read letters, but unfortunately no one thought of this now.
"Let me do it."
Yuan Zhou glanced at it, took out a paper crane-shaped letter, and carefully opened it. It was only when he was cooking that he would see Yuan Zhou being so serious and careful.
The letter was quickly opened. Compared to Miaomiao's letter, this letter written by several people seemed much fuller. Five different notes marked the letter written by five people together.
Each type of note is different. Some look particularly childish and look like primary school students' graffiti. Some are handsome and beautiful, while others are quite decent. Although the handwriting is different, everyone's gratitude to Yuan Zhou is genuine.
The whole article is not just about thanking you, but also about sharing some interesting things around them and caring about Yuan Zhou's health. One person writes a hundred and eighty words, and several people can add up to a short essay. .
Not only Qianzhihe's stationery, but other stationery has similar content. Of course, everyone is different and has experienced different things, so the language they write is naturally different, but there is a common theme throughout the article. A joy and nothing else.
A letter was gone after reading it carefully for an hour. Looking at the restored letter, Yin Ya didn't know what to say for a moment. Even she saw that two familiar names did not appear, let alone The observant Yuan Zhou.
At this time, nothing seems to be done right. Even if we only know each other through a few words on the letter and have not had any detailed contact, I still feel a sense of loss.
After all, habits are a very scary thing. Once humans get used to something, they will naturally feel at a loss if there is a sudden change.
"Wood will be fine." Yin Ya said in a low voice.
Yuan Zhou seemed to answer something but didn't seem to say anything. The small courtyard suddenly became quiet, and the noisy sounds from the tavern upstairs added a bit of life to the quiet atmosphere.
The insects in the corners of the grass began to chirp one after another, "chirp, chirp, chirp," very lively. Compared with the silence of winter, this is the time when the excitement of summer appears.
"Let's prepare to write them a reply."
Yuanzhou silently took over the letter paper that he had prepared before. Most of the replies were written by Yuan Zhou himself, because most of the letters were written to Yuan Zhou. Yin Ya also had a few letters, but not many, but every time she received them, Yes, both of them would take the time to sit down and write it out word by word.
Nowadays, it seems that it is very convenient to make phone calls, send messages, and even see the scene on the other side through video calls, but some things are still worth preserving, such as writing letters, because only words written by one's own hands can It represents my mood at that time and expresses my feelings. This is the best representative.
"good."
Yin Ya nodded and took the pen handed over by Yuan Zhou. The two of them took their sides, lowered their heads and started writing on the letter paper.
At this time, apart from the noise of the drinkers and the chirping of insects, there was only the rustling sound of the pen tip coming into contact with the letter paper.
In the dark night sky, stars twinkled, and the bright moonlight filled the world, covering the earth with a soft coat, making the originally silent night even more gentle like water.
Time passed bit by bit, and soon the sun rose in the east, and a new day arrived again.
Yuan Zhou opened his eyes on time as reminded by his biological clock. After washing and changing clothes gently, Yuan Zhou opened the back door and ran out.
Probably because of the hot weather, the three rice girls changed their winter behavior of wanting to be close to Romeo. They wanted to be eight feet away from Romeo.
There's no way Romeo is too hairy. It's very warm in winter. It can be said to be a small stove. No one doesn't like it. Even Zong Mo likes to be next to Romeo. Nothing more than warmth.
But everyone loves the small stove in winter, but it is not popular in summer. The rice is already very hot because it has hair. If Romeo is added, it will definitely not be as simple as one by one.
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