Chen personally made a bowl of meat soup, which the father and son drank very happily.
After eating and drinking, Jiang Fengyuan thought of his third son who was far away.
"It would be nice if Yuan'er were here." Jiang Fengyuan said slowly.
The family should be together during the Chinese New Year, but unfortunately Jiang Yuanyuan didn’t come back this year.
Chen also sighed.
Jiang Yuanxi felt uncomfortable seeing his parents like this.
After dinner, she begged Jiang Fengyuan to take her to the study.
Looking at the little guy busying around, Jiang Fengyuan was curious.
"Tell Daddy what Yuan Xi is doing?" he asked.
Jiang Yuanxi spread a piece of paper on the table.
"Letter, Third Brother."
Jiang Fengyuan was slightly stunned.
"Yuan Xi wants to write a letter to Third Brother?"
Jiang Yuanxi nodded, "Write a letter and come back."
Jiang Fengyuan felt a little warm in his heart and his eyes slowly turned red.
His daughter is still caring. Look at these unfilial sons, they don’t understand or understand him at all, and they always make him worry.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" Jiang Yuanxi asked curiously.
Jiang Fengyuan turned around and faced his daughter. "It was windy. Sand got into my eyes. It will be fine in a while."
Strong wind?
Jiang Yuanxi looked up and saw the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Where is the wind?
Jiang Yuanxi prepared everything and picked up the pen.
As she started writing, she remembered that she couldn't read.
After entering the cycle of reincarnation, I forgot many things.
Whenever she was about to remember something, she felt a headache.
That feeling was like being hit by a brick.
[Oh my, I forgot I was still a child and couldn’t read. ]
Hearing his daughter's voice, Jiang Fengyuan said, "Whatever Yuan Xi wants to write, Daddy will write it for you."
Jiang Yuanxi quickly handed the pen to Jiang Fengyuan.
[What should I write?] Jiang Yuanxi supported his chin with one hand while thinking.
"Daddy wrote it."
The father and daughter spent the whole morning in the study and finally finished writing the letter.
Two days later, in a dilapidated wooden house.
The man in light blue clothes opened the envelope.
Familiar handwriting, familiar words, but there was no change on his face.
When he saw the last two words, a different emotion finally appeared on the boy's fair face.
"Qingfeng, pack up and go home."
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