post office.
Ye Zhiyu went to collect the letters first. There were five letters, all dated at different times.
One letter from grandparents, two from father, one from uncle and aunt, and one from maternal grandparents.
In their letters, they all told her to take good care of herself, not to be stingy, and that they were doing well and she didn't need to worry about them.
In her letter, her aunt and uncle said that her cousin Su Jiarui's unit was nearby and that he would come to visit her when he was on leave.
Ye Jinlin, her father, was still a little angry about her insistence on going to the countryside, but you could tell from his words that he still cared about her, though it was a bit awkward.
Why are there two letters? It's because the original owner hadn't made a phone call, and the elders on both sides were getting a little anxious.
But there was nothing I could do. It wasn't that I didn't want to make the call, but the village hadn't had electricity yet, so even if I had a telephone, I couldn't make a call.
Go to the area where you can make phone calls and queue up.
I called the Ye family first, and they answered after a few rings.
Grandpa Ye Zhenguo's strong voice came through the microphone.
"Hello, who is it?"
Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat, and tears almost fell. This was the original owner's emotion. She clutched her chest.
"Grandpa, it's me, Zhiyu." Her voice was slightly choked with emotion.
"Zhiyu, it really is you! Grandpa has been waiting for your call. I'll go get your grandma."
There was a commotion on the other end of the phone. "Old woman, Zhiyu is calling, come quick!"
Then she continued, "Zhiyu, are you doing well over there? Have you been mistreated? Do you have enough money?"
Ye Zhiyu felt a warmth in her heart, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face: "I'm fine, I haven't been wronged, and I have enough money. Have you forgotten about my little savings book?"
"Good, good, that's good." The old man agreed repeatedly.
Grandma Dai Lin came over and took the phone, showering me with concern. Grandma is a painter, and speaks softly and gently. She was a beautiful woman from Jiangnan when she was young.
Then there were the maternal grandparents. The elderly couple only had one son and one daughter in their lifetime, but they never expected that their daughter, Ye Zhiyu's mother, would sacrifice herself at such a young age.
So he placed all his love for his daughter on her.
Because of the experience of outliving her son, she passed away shortly after her cousin Su Jiarui also sacrificed his life.
Ye Zhiyu patiently answered the two elderly people's questions.
At the end of the call, her grandmother gently advised her, "Zhiyu, call your father and apologize. He's very worried about you and loves you very much. These years haven't been easy for him either."
Since their daughter's death, Ye Jinlin has lived with Ye Zhiyu all these years and has never mentioned remarrying.
They had tried to persuade Ye Zhiyu when he was young, but he refused. They still remember what he said back then.
"Dad, Mom, I don't need a new wife, and Zhiyu doesn't need a new mother. I only recognize Su Nongqi in my life."
Ye Zhiyu smiled as she thought of the man who cared for her in a strange and uneasy way.
"Okay, Grandma."
After hanging up with the Su family, he called the communications room of Ye Jinlin's military unit.
The call was answered after one ring; the duty officer, a soldier, answered it.
"Hello, I'm looking for Commander Ye Jinlin. I'm his daughter, Ye Zhiyu."
They registered it and said they'd call her back shortly.
Ye Zhiyu stepped aside to let the people behind her go first, while she waited on the side.
Ten minutes later, the phone rang.
Ye Zhiyu bowed to the people behind her to apologize.
"Hello."
There was a long silence on the other end before a single, indifferent "Hmm."
Ye Zhiyu suppressed a laugh. She could picture a tall, strong, handsome middle-aged man holding the phone, wanting to speak but then remembering his own anger and feeling awkward and frustrated. He might even be scratching his short hair that he couldn't quite get his hands on.
"Dad..." she said, feigning a sob.
As soon as she started crying, the man opposite her panicked. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you? Don't be afraid, Dad will call your cousin right now and have him come help you. I told you not to go to the countryside, but you insisted. Now look what happened. I'll find a way to get you back to the city..."
Ye Zhiyu quickly interrupted, "No, don't go back to the city, no one is bullying me."
Going back to the city would be out of the question; my cheat ability is still here, I have to take it with me.
Ye Jinlin didn't believe it. "No one is bullying you. Why are you crying? Don't try to hide it from me."
"I cried because Dad ignored me. Besides, I was the one who insisted on going to the countryside. It's so embarrassing to go back like this," Ye Zhiyu said coquettishly.
This trick always worked; her father would give in to her.
Sure enough, Ye Jinlin sighed helplessly, "You, you, when will you ever grow up?"
"I don't want to grow up, I want my dad to protect me forever."
Ye Zhiyu said some nice things to cheer him up, then paused and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, I was being willful."
After a long pause, Ye Jinlin finally replied, "Mm."
Although it was the original owner's fault, she thought the original owner must regret it now.
She abandoned her loving family to follow a man to the countryside, only to die far from home.
Ye Zhiyu dislikes Fu Tingshen not only because he lacks willpower, but also because in the book, he is just as he is now, enjoying the competition between the two girls for him.
Later, after the original owner's family quickly fell into ruin, he decisively abandoned her.
He will always love himself the most.
Ye Zhiyu chatted with Ye Jinlin for a while longer, as there were still people waiting in line and it wouldn't be good to wait too long.
After hanging up the phone, I paid 4 yuan and 2 mao.
That's how it is now. Making a phone call is expensive, two cents a minute. Sending a telegram costs one cent per word for the text and five cents per word for the address.
The staff and people in line looked at her strangely. She spent 4 yuan just to make a phone call; she's so wasteful.
People who make calls here are in a hurry. They spend two cents, time it perfectly, get to the point, and hang up after 59 seconds.
Who else is chatting there like her?
Regardless of what others thought, Ye Zhiyu went to pick up the package in a cheerful mood, while Wu Wenwen and the others were still mailing letters.
The post office staff checked her name and found two packages.
"Well."
Each one is bigger than the last.
If no one were around, she would have already put the things into her spatial storage. Although the space has no spiritual energy, it is still a very good storage space. But ideals are beautiful, while reality is harsh.
She's carrying the snacks she bought in her left hand and the bag of steamed buns in her right. How is she supposed to manage that?
When Liu Shengnan and the others finished sending their letters home and arrived here, they saw Ye Zhiyu looking bitter and resentful.
What are you doing?
As soon as she finished asking, Ye Zhiyu's eyes lit up. She asked them to help carry the things and walked to a woman in charge of packages.
Ye Zhiyu smiled sweetly: "Hello, ma'am, may I use this trolley?"
He inadvertently showed off the various tickets in his bag.
The eldest sister, Tian Xiaofen, was busy at work, and she hates being disturbed when she's working.
Before I could even complain, a bunch of tickets flashed past in front of me.
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