Wang Jiexiang wrote the letter and put it in an envelope.
She has to go to the post office tomorrow, and she asked grandma for money for stamps.
Today, because of writing a letter, she slept later than usual. She fetched water in the dark, went to the yard to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Mom is drying clothes outside.
Wang Jiexiang went over to help, smoothed out the clothes, and handed them to her one by one.
"Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"I don't know how to be ashamed," my mother laughed at her: "The older I get, the thicker my skin becomes, I can't stand you."
"Hey." Wang Jiexiang knew that she agreed.
After washing, she excitedly went to her parents' room and carried her mother's pillow and quilt to her own small room.
Mother lay outside the bed, and Wang Jiexiang lay inside.
She rolled over and took her mother's hand.
"Why are your hands so cold?"
"It's okay to wash clothes in cold water."
Wang Jiexiang used her smaller hand to wrap her mother's larger hand, and slowly warmed her hand.
"You are not in good health, don't touch cold water, I can wash your clothes when they are left."
Mom pulled out her hand and patted the back of Jiexiang's hand reassuringly: "It's important that you study."
"mom… "
Wang Jiexiang closed her eyes, smelling the delicious smell of her mother's hair, and felt sleepy.
"Jiang Bingbing said that everyone in the city has a washing machine. I will buy a washing machine for you when I go to the city to study and work."
"Okay," my mother chuckled softly, "Jiexiang is so caring, she is my most obedient and caring little treasure."
"Yeah!" Wang Jiexiang also laughed, and called again: "Mom."
"What's the matter?"
She muttered, "Tomorrow, I still want to sleep with you, I want to sleep outside."
"Why?"
"My heart is not at ease, I am afraid that you will sneak away while sleeping and disappear."
"Fool, where can mom run to?"
Mom tucked her quilt and lay closer to her: "Go to sleep."
Next to her mother, Wang Jiexiang slept soundly all night.
the next day.
Wang Jiexiang woke up early.
Before going to school, she packs her schoolbag.
When she picked up the letter she wrote last night, she found that its color had changed.
Her envelope is yellow, and the envelope in her hand is white.
Taking a closer look, the letter was not written in her own handwriting, but rather like the handwriting of "Island" she had seen before. The recipient's address was written at her home, and no postage stamp was affixed.
Feeling strange, Wang Jiexiang opened the letter.
The first line of the letter made her frown: "Thank you for your letter?"
She put the letter aside.
"What? I wrote my letter last night and it hasn't been sent yet. How could I receive a reply?"
Wang Jiexiang opened the drawer, lay down on the floor, and looked for the letter she wrote.
She searched over and over in the room where it was about the size of a palm, but she couldn't find it.
Wang Jiexiang had no choice but to unfold the letter on the table and continue reading.
[Hello, best wishes from Zhanxin:
Thanks for your letter.
I am a 17-year-old boy from the city, nice to meet you and be your pen pal.
Cities are not interesting. Even if you want to use the technique of promoting the first and then suppressing it, you can't find any "cuteness" that can be used as an argument. My city life, the school and the cram school are on the same line; I am about to enter the third year of high school, and like the students around me, I am buried in books all day long.
I don't listen to music, I have no hobbies, and I don't have anything I want to do in the future.
Favorite food... I like spicy food, can this be considered my favorite food
PS: Your composition is well written.
PPS: Regarding watermelon, maybe you should put more effort into learning math
(The formula and solution of the last elliptic curve math problem are detailed here)
wish
happy life
Your pen pal: Dao]
"I'm not good at math, so you can find out?" Wang Jiexiang rubbed her nose: "Dao, you really belong to me."
However, judging from his reply, the letter she wrote last night had indeed been sent to him.
So amazing, like magic!
Wang Jiexiang glanced at the clock on the wall, it was fifteen minutes before she usually went out. So she uncapped the fountain pen and hurriedly wrote back to him.
[Hello, best wishes from Zhanxin:
Don't thank me for your letter.
The school and the cram school are on the same line, and you have been studying all the time, so do you have little time to go home? I am a two-point line between school and home, and I feel that the time to go home is too short. If I can go home quickly, I can help my mother cook, wash clothes, and help the family plant the land every day.
I really like being with my mother, but I also really like going to school.
I wish I had forty-eight hours in a day.
You introduced yourself to me, and I likewise introduce myself to you.
I am a 16-year-old rural girl. I love listening to lyrical music, and my biggest hobbies are eating and sleeping. I want to be a monopoly in the future. After becoming a monopoly, I will eat all kinds of delicacies every day and sleep when I am full.
As for, favorite foods... I don't have any dislikes!
PS: Your letter is more serious than the previous one.
PPS: This time the watermelon is also rounder than before.
wish
happy life
Your pen pal hasn’t chosen a pen name yet]
Putting down the pen, Wang Jiexiang scratched the back of her neck, crossed out the line that said hobbies, and changed it to: The biggest hobbies are food appreciation and meditation alone.
The writing is too sincere, and such a composition without depth will not get a high score.
When it was time to go to school, my mother urged Wang Jiexiang to go out.
She replied "Coming", put the letter in the original envelope, crossed out the address, and changed it to the address of "Island".
"Won't it disappear again?" Thinking so, Wang Jiexiang clipped the letter to the first page of her Chinese document. She put the book in the schoolbag, and she also confirmed that it was firmly clamped, and there was no possibility of throwing it out.
Riding a bicycle, Wang Jiexiang stepped on the pedals very fast, but she still picked up Jiang Bingbing a little later than usual.
"Ah," Jiang Bingbing teased her: "It's rare, the school activists are not on time."
"Don't worry, I'll ride fast and I won't be late."
Jiang Bingbing sat still, and Wang Jiexiang set off immediately.
The small bicycle was creaked by her, and the bus going to school passed by them with its horn honking.
The black exhaust from the bus made Wang Jiexiang's mind freeze for a moment.
For some reason, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Bingbing," she asked, "can you remember when the bus started in our village?"
Jiang Bingbing answered vaguely: "Well. How many years has it been? Don't buses always exist?"
"oh."
Wang Jiexiang thought of another strange thing and asked her casually.
"How about the pen pal you drew yesterday? Did you write him back?"
"Yes. I drew a girl in the second year of high school. She was very curious about what the countryside was like, and she asked a lot of questions in the letter. I wrote the reply letter yesterday at school. When are you going to the post office, why don't you take me with you? "
There seems to be nothing unusual about Jiang Bingbing's letters and pen pals.
It was a bit difficult for Wang Jiexiang to speak to her.
"You finished writing the letter, that letter... hasn't been answered yet, right?"
Jiang Bingbing couldn't understand her question, Wang Jiexiang continued to add.
"What I mean is that the letter has to be sent by the post office, and it needs to be stamped, and then it can reach the other party in a few days. It will take time for the other party to send his letter again."
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Of course the letter needs to be stamped, go to the post office, otherwise. It's normal for us to send it to the city for half a month, and I'm afraid it won't arrive in a few days."
Wang Jiexiang nodded blankly: "Okay."
Jiang Bingbing smelled gossip: "What are you doing?"
Wang Jiexiang coughed lightly, and buried her little secret.
"No ah."
In her heart, she was jumping up and down, beating gongs and drums: Wow, I really encountered magic this time.