Chapter 203 A Belated Letter
Future Bookstore.
This bookstore is not that bookstore.
This is a store that specializes in storing future letters.
Customers can pay a fee to store letters and send them to their future selves or anyone in the future.
You just need to fill in the future recipient's name, phone number and address, and indicate the future delivery time.
Once the time comes, the Future Bookstore will have a dedicated person to deliver the letter.
The exact cost depends on where the mail is being delivered and when it will be delivered.
It's sunny today, but the weather forecast says it will rain in the evening.
The bookstore clerk came to work early in the morning, put down the umbrella he had prepared in advance, and began to check the information.
Check to see if there are any future letters that need to be delivered today.
After checking the information, the clerk suddenly remembered that he hadn't cleaned the place for a long time.
The cabinet for storing future letters has become quite empty recently. I need to clean it to make it easier to store new letters later.
Ten minutes later.
He opened a cabinet and began to wipe it carefully.
This cabinet has been empty for a long time, and the letters have been sent long ago.
There is a layer of golden patterned paper at the bottom of the cabinet. This paper is made of special Chinese medicine and has certain moisture-proof, mildew-proof and insect-proof effects.
He was going to take it out to dry in the sun.
The clerk reached out and took out the paper pad from the cabinet, and a letter fell to the ground.
The clerk frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong. "Why is there a letter?"
Logically speaking, all the letters in this cabinet should have been delivered long ago.
Really?
The clerk picked up the envelope and took a look at it.
With just one glance, he knew he was in trouble.
This is a missed letter from the future!
He hurriedly called his boss and asked what to do.
On the other end of the phone, the boss looked serious and said, "What else can we do? Send it!"
"Boss, but..." the clerk hesitated, "This letter is already over three years late. Is it still necessary to deliver it?"
“Also, since we’re so late, will the customer cause us trouble?!” the clerk expressed his concerns.
He was also afraid that his boss would deduct his performance bonus.
The boss gritted his teeth and said, "It must be delivered. Even though it's late, we can't lose our integrity!"
Although she didn't know why no one came to inquire about the letter so long ago, she should be honest when running a shop and doing business.
"It doesn't matter if customers want to cause trouble, we will solve it however we can."
"Okay, boss."
A belated letter from the future was sent out.
Xiao's house.
Six o'clock in the evening.
The butler came in with a letter.
Xiao Yu was drinking water when he glanced at it. Curious, he couldn't help but ask, "Who still writes letters these days? Uncle Li, whose letter is it?"
"It's the eldest young master's." The butler answered respectfully.
Jin-Woo became even more curious, "Is it for my brother?"
Someone actually wrote a letter to his brother?! "Let me see."
The butler hesitated a little, "Isn't this bad?"
Will the eldest young master blame me if he finds out?
After all, the Xiao family is now headed by the eldest son. Although he watched him grow up, he will inevitably be punished if he makes a mistake.
"Give it to me, I don't want to see it. It just so happens that I have to go see my brother tomorrow, and he won't be returning to the old house during this period." Xiao Yu explained.
How could he dare to open his brother's letter?
He still wants to lie down comfortably.
The butler handed it over.
Xiao Yu took the letter, looked at the envelope, and his expression changed drastically after seeing the signature.
He looked at the housekeeper with a serious expression, "Uncle Li, I'm going to go out first!"
"Second Young Master, dinner is just around the corner. Let's eat before we leave..."
The person has gone far away.
The roar of a sports car came from the door.
When Xiao Yu arrived, Xiao Heng was having dinner with his daughter.
"Miao Miao, be good and eat some vegetables." Xiao Heng's eyes were full of pampering and tenderness.
Xiao Miaomiao: "Dad, Miaomiao doesn't like to eat vegetables."
Xiao Yu walked in with a serious expression.
"Second Uncle!" Miaomiao called in a baby voice.
Xiao Yu's expression softened instantly. He walked over and touched Miaomiao's head while she was eating. He rubbed it and said, "Miaomiao, be good."
He turned to look at his brother with a serious expression, "Brother, your letter."
He reached out and handed over the letter.
Xiao Heng looked indifferent. He glanced at the letter in his hand and took it. "Whose is it?"
With modern society being so developed, who would still use letters to convey messages?
Xiao Yu didn't say it directly, "Just look at it for yourself."
Xiao Miaomiao also jumped down from her little stool, skipped over to Xiao Heng, and put her little head close to his hand, "Dad, what is the letter? Let me see."
Xiao Heng smiled, but didn't rush to read the letter. He rubbed Miaomiao's head and patiently explained, "Letters are a way of communicating, but few people use them now. You'll understand when Miaomiao grows up."
"Contact information?" Miaomiao was a little confused. "Just like a cell phone, can I call people?"
"I guess so." Xiao Heng smiled faintly.
"Then, can I write a letter to my mother? I can't get through to her on the phone, and she never answers my calls. Will my mother receive the letter if I write it?" Little Miaomiao opened her big dark eyes innocently, looking at her father with expectation in her eyes.
Xiao Heng's expression changed drastically in an instant, but he quickly suppressed it. His throat rolled over, wanting to speak, but he didn't know how to tell his daughter. In the end, he only said, "Miao Miao will be able to write when she grows up."
"Well! Then I will study hard to learn how to write! Then I can write letters to my mother!" Miaomiao answered innocently, shaking her little head.
"Be good, go eat."
Little Miaomiao climbed onto her own chair and said, "Eat more so you can grow taller and have the strength to write a letter to your mother!"
A hint of sadness flashed in Jin-Woo's eyes.
Xiao Heng covered his eyes with a heavy expression for a few seconds, then turned his attention to the letter in his hand.
Who wrote this letter to me?
He picked up the envelope and looked at it. The light pink envelope gave it a very soft feeling.
He looked at the surface of the letter.
[From Xiao Heng]
Signed, [Liu Mian.]
Xiao Heng's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes were filled with shock, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and he almost couldn't hold the envelope in his hand.
Cotton!
How is that possible??
Was it designed by someone?! Or...
Xiao Heng forgot to breathe for a moment.
He stared at the handwriting on the envelope with wide eyes, looking at it over and over again, rubbing the familiar handwriting with the tip of his thumb.
Yes, cotton...
Xiao Yu was a little worried, "Brother, are you okay?"
He knew his brother's feelings for that woman.
In the entire Xiao family, he is the only one who knows how Miaomiao came about.
His brother, it's too hard...
Xiao Heng clenched the envelope, stood up suddenly, glanced at Xiao Yu, and said, "Take good care of Miaomiao..."
"Yeah." Xiao Yu nodded.
Xiao Heng turned around and left eagerly.
"Dad, where are you going? Aren't you going to eat?" Little Miaomiao couldn't help but ask when she saw her father leaving.
"You won't grow tall if you don't eat..."
Xiao Heng heard nothing and left without looking back.
There is only one thought in my mind.
That is, Mianmian's letter...
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