She waited and waited, until the first snow fell, Feng Qingxue finally heard the voice she wanted to hear most.

"Xiaoxue, there's a letter from your Lu Jiang!"

Feng Qingxue couldn't wait to put on her military coat, walked quickly with her bulging belly, and quickly opened the door.

The postman pushing his bicycle was parked at the door. His green outfit looked so cute in the snow.

"Well, from now on, you can just deliver everything Lu Jiang sends here." Wang Jiao, who was leading the way, said to the postman.

The postman brushed off the snow on his body and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll remember that. I'll deliver it here directly next time. I'll also deliver letters and parcels that are not sent by Comrade Lu Jiang but are addressed to Comrade Feng Qingxue."

He often delivered letters, but had never seen Feng Qingxue often receiving letters or things, so he was deeply impressed by Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you for your help, comrade."

"It's not a bother. It's what I should do. It's my duty. Comrade Feng Qingxue, here are your letters and packages. Please accept them." The postman said as he took out a large package and a thick stack of letters and handed them to Feng Qingxue.

After thanking the postman again, Feng Qingxue said hello to Wang Jiao and went back to the house immediately.

From beginning to end, she didn't even look at the package. She hurriedly opened the envelope and found that there were not just one letter, but seven or eight letters. Each one was written by Lu Jiang himself and marked with a date.

Feng Qingxue opened the first letter he wrote after returning to the army according to the date.

"I love Qingxue. Seeing your words is like meeting you:

I arrived safely at the army, and I've been missing you so much since one night. I wish I could grow wings and fly back to my hometown to see your happy face.

However, I have the responsibility to protect my country and can only put aside my personal feelings. I hope you can understand. "

Just a few words, but the paper is full of love.

His final signature was "Your Jiang". These three words made Feng Qingxue couldn't help but smile and her heart felt as sweet as drinking honey.

Is writing so straightforward now?

Before, her correspondence with Lu Jiang was very formal, for fear that adding a few more words of affection would be laughed at.

After opening the second letter, Feng Qingxue smiled even more.

“Dear Wife,

I went to the hospital for a follow-up visit and Dr. Guo said that my recovery was good and better than she expected, so the surgery could be arranged early.

Following Doctor Wu's instructions, I returned to the team after the follow-up visit. With the help of Brother Zhao, Sister Xiuying often gave me acupuncture and massage. The arms and legs that had not received Doctor Wu's acupuncture and massage had improved significantly and were no longer painful.

Although I don't feel any pain, I really miss the time when you massaged me with medicated oil in the dead of night. I hope to see that scene again.

Love your Jiang

Every letter is filled with sweet words.

Feng Qingxue couldn't stop smiling as she read each letter one by one until she opened the last one.

“My love:

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It’s not that I don’t want to communicate with you, but I have a new mission and cannot communicate with the outside world.

All your letters had arrived at the army long ago, but as soon as they reached me, I had memorized every word and sentence in every letter by heart, and wished I could engrave them in my bones. However, the paper is thin and the love you expressed is so deep that it is difficult to express it all.

The surgery is scheduled for early December. Doctor Guo is very confident, so I hope you don't worry.

How are you these days? Is the child well behaved? If not, I will go home and spank him when he is born.

Finally, the content of your letter is nothing but trivial family matters. Even though our family has a good harvest, I am still unhappy. After reading it, my only thought is that you don’t miss me. I hope you can correct it soon.

Your River