There was also a red envelope next to him, which was compensation money, but Pei Yuchen didn't open it to look at it.
His gaze lingered on the yellowed envelope.
A slender hand pinched it, then unfolded it.
The densely packed words came into view; it was a letter sent by Song Yanzhi six months after he left.
Pei Yuchen choked up.
He carefully read from the first line, each word of concern revealing that she hadn't mentioned her own grievances, only wishing him well. Her words were light and cheerful, as if she were still there, shy yet expectant, as she wrote the letter.
The more he looked, the deeper the guilt that pressed on Pei Yuchen's heart became, so heavy that it almost made him unable to breathe.
Later, the number of characters decreased.
The last letter was written after she gave birth to her son.
From the few words in the letter, she seemed to be trying her best to prove something, saying that although Xiaobao didn't cry, he was very well-behaved, didn't make a fuss, and looked a lot like him.
Besides the envelope, there was also a black and white photograph inside.
It was Song Yanzhi sitting in the courtyard, holding her child somewhat awkwardly, looking shy in front of the camera.
At the end of the letter, she said, "We have been apart for too long. I am afraid you have forgotten what I look like, and I also want you to see what our children look like."
By the way, his name is Pei Ruibao. The character Rui means auspiciousness and good fortune. I hope you are well and safe over there.
It turned out that she had sent him photos long ago. Pei Yuchen carefully stroked the photos, his heart filled with uncontrollable grief.
As soon as Pei Yuchen stepped out of the office, his friend Zhang Jian pulled him to go out for dinner.
He then remembered that Zhang Jian was a well-known good husband in their family compound, and he had heard that he and his wife were very loving and had two children in three years.
He always boasts to everyone that he has two children.
He was silent for a moment before asking, "Do you usually argue with your wife?"
“How can we not argue? We have a small argument every three days and a big argument every five days.” Zhang Jian got angry when he said this. “Tell me, last night I just said she was a little fat, and she kicked me out and wouldn’t let me into the room to sleep. How can there be such a domineering woman?”
“My status at home is even lower than that of a dog. I have to do laundry and cook every day, and I also have to cook for and take care of my wife and three children.”
Wang Jian complained, but there was no anger in his eyes.
It's clear he enjoys it immensely.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuchen seemed to understand something.
What will you do if you have a fight?
"What else can you do but coax her? Don't underestimate women, they may be tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Just say a few nice words and she'll obediently let me into the house. Speaking of which, I'll treat you to dinner, can you lend me thirty yuan?"
Wang Jian was a little embarrassed.
Pei Yuchen frowned. "What do you need the money for?"
"We had a fight, so I had to buy her something to appease her. She's been asking for silver earrings lately, saying everyone else has them but she doesn't. How could I not buy them for her?"
Pei Yuchen paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.
"Hey, bro, you must have money, right? Your wife wouldn't take all the money like my wife did, would she? Can you lend me some?" He nudged Pei Yuchen.
Pei Yuchen answered irrelevantly, "Where can I find the silver earrings you're talking about?"
Zhang Jian: "There are many branches on Central Street, why are you asking about this?"
Pei Yuchen: "It's nothing." After saying that, he left.
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