Since Song Yingwan started writing, letters have been sent to her every month. The postman is now familiar with her, and he can still stand there and say a few words to Song Yingwan when delivering letters.
The postman looked like a young man in his twenties. Song Yingwan saw that he rode his bicycle in the wind and rain every day. It was not easy. When it was cold, he would change the pot of hot water for him. Some sugar was added to it, at least to keep his mouth warm when he was thirsty.
The postman kept it in mind every time, and he had nothing to repay. He could only be more conscientious and responsible when delivering letters, and try not to let a letter be damaged in his hands.
"Song Zhiqing, I have your letter!" At this time, the postman shouted at the top of his voice and would not enter other people's homes.
"Here we come." Song Yingwan responded after hearing this, then put down the book in her hand and went out.
"Song Zhiqing, I have two letters from you this time. Please sign them."
"Okay." It should all be the royalties sent by the newspaper.
She glanced at the address to which it was sent, and her guess was indeed good.
Just as he was lowering his head to sign, the postman asked again, "Song Zhiqing, is Comrade Xieci your husband? There is a letter here, please see if it is from him."
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment, then took it and looked at it.
‘Liujia Village, Qingshan Commune, thank you comrade for taking it’
Song Yingwan nodded, "It's his."
There should be no second person named Xie Ci in Liujiacun, right?
"But he's not at home now. He's gone to work."
The young man smiled and said, "It's okay. You are husband and wife. Song Zhiqing can sign for you."
"good."
After Song Yingwan returned, he opened his two letters. The money sent this time was a little more, because there was one more manuscript this time, which cost more than ten yuan.
Alas, her salary back then was tens of thousands a month, but now she is so excited for such a few tens of dollars. Could it be that she has been assimilated into this world?
She didn't read much of the letter of thanks and planned to give it to him when he came back, but it should have been sent by his family, right? She hadn't seen him contact his family in such a long time, and this was the first time she had seen someone send him a letter.
Song Yingwan cooked dinner at noon and waited at home to thank her. He also took a look at his vegetable patch and loosened the soil. Now the vegetable seedlings have grown to a finger length and will be ready to eat in a short time.
"Are you looking at your food again?"
A familiar voice sounded at the door. Song Yingwan curled her lips without raising her head, "You're back? I've already prepared the meal."
"Thank you for your hard work." This time the voice sounded a little dull.
"It's okay. Aren't you also working to earn food for me every day?" The girl raised her head and looked at him, her lips slightly raised, and there was a hint of playfulness in her smile.
Xie Ci smiled softly and responded, "Yes."
Song Yingwan only remembered the letter after eating. Fearing that he would forget it later, he quickly said, "There is a letter from you today. I signed it for you when you were not at home. I will go get it now." you."
Xie Ci was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes had complicated emotions.
After Song Yingwan came out with the letter, he had adjusted his emotions, took the letter and touched her head, "Don't let strangers come in when you are at home alone. If you need anything, just call me."
Song Yingwan took off the hand on her head and held it, looking at him without blinking, "Why do you always treat me like a child? Do I usually look stupid?"
"I just feel afraid that you will be deceived by others." He looked at the two people's clasped hands and smiled lightly.
"You can't get away with cheating. We are protected by the law." The girl lowered her head and smiled silently, speaking softly.
Xie Ci was silent for two seconds after hearing this, and responded, "I'm worrying too much. I really can't run away, so just make do with me for the rest of your life!"
Yan Luo used a little force on his hands to pull her into his arms. One hand fell on her slender back, and the other still held the girl's hand tightly, but the force was neither light nor heavy.
The side of Song Yingwan's face was pressed against his chest, wrapped in the warm and refreshing breath. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face was stained with a slight blush, but she still raised her hands to hold the clothes at his waist and whispered Then, "...Is it okay?"
He curled his lips in thanks, couldn't help but rub his chin on the top of her head, and replied, "Yeah, that's okay..."
Song Yingwan was just about to argue with him dissatisfiedly when she heard him say again, "Thank you for just following Song Yingwan!"
She thought, this is fine, since the thank you and Song Yingwan's name are already tied together, so just make do with it, since she is not the one who is losing.
Song Yingwan couldn't help but curl her lips and bury her face in his arms. Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, she felt unprecedented relief and sweetness.
The two hugged each other quietly, as if they were the only two people left in the world, quiet and beautiful.
In the end, it was Song Yingwan who said something to stop the action. She was afraid that the two of them would stand there for a long time like last time. She would like to thank them for resting at noon. They couldn't stand until they started working, right?
"I'm... sleepy, you should go back and rest!" She lowered her head and said.
Xie Ci looked at her doting look and said, "Okay."
Song Yingwan stared at her toes for another two seconds, then smiled lightly at him, took two steps back, and then turned around and entered the room.
After the door was closed, he thanked and came back to his senses. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. He had never imagined that he would be so attached to someone.
When he turned around, he noticed the letter that fell on the ground. His eyes darkened, and he bent down slightly. After picking up the letter, he sat on the stool beside him.
There was nothing special in the envelope, just one sentence written on a page:
‘I’ll wait for your call at ten o’clock in the morning on the 28th! ’
Just sending this sentence on such a large piece of paper seems a bit stirring, but it can also be seen that the person who wrote the letter was not in a good mood at the time. This sentence is more like an order.
After reading the thank you, his expression was calm and calm. He folded the letter and put it back. He also wiped some dust from the envelope on the floor. His movements were slow and pleasing to the eye.
He didn't listen to Song Yingwan and go back to his room to rest. He just sat there and looked at the door of the opposite room, thinking that the person inside might be asleep now, or might be leaning on the desk, frowning in thought over a book, or Maybe like him, the voice and appearance of the person he likes are all in his mind.
He sat like this until it was time to go to work, thanked him, and then got up and went out. He knew that she often buried her head in the desk for hours when she was studying, so he always closed the door when he went out, so that she would not know if someone came in.
This has become a habit, a habit specially developed for her.
At this time, Song Yingwan had her eyes closed, half of her face buried in the quilt, breathing lightly, her long hair spread on the pillow, looking peaceful and soft.
After a good sleep, Song Yingwan felt refreshed, and then inspiration came to her. She sat down and wrote an article in one go.
