Chapter 109 How does he know I am 37?
Beijing, 9:15 am.
Lao Lu stood up from the chair in the message room, stretched his arms and legs, and began to organize a wooden shelf specially used for letters and telegrams.
There were still a few letters that had not been taken away, so Lao Lu wrote them down. When the recipients came home from get off work in the afternoon, he would remind them to take the letters away.
"Ring, ring, ring~"
At 9:25, the post office deliveryman arrived at the communication room of the COFCO compound in Laolu on time.
"Master Lu, you are free now? Give me a hand!"
The mail delivery man was a young man. While taking the parcels down from his bicycle, he chatted with Lao Lu with a smile on his face.
In fact, there were only a few pounds of stuff in total, he just liked to talk nonsense.
Lao Lu was very familiar with this naughty boy, and he immediately curled his lips and said, "How can you think I'm free? I'm very busy. Put your things down and leave quickly! Stop laughing and joking all day long."
"Hey, if Master Lu is not busy here, then there will be no busy place in the whole capital.
You sit all day, you lie down all day, and at the end of the month you make more than three months' salary of mine. We shouldn't be so irritating."
The deliveryman handed the package in through the window of the mail room, complaining and grumbling all the time.
He works in the wind and rain every day and only earns 22.5 yuan a month, while Lao Lu sits in the message room and enjoys a leisurely life, only earning 73.6 yuan a month. Isn't that infuriating?
"You're jealous of me? That's easy!"
Lao Lu rolled his eyes and pointed to his left chest and said, "I'll drill a hole here for you, and then when you're my age, I guarantee you'll get a hundred bucks."
"Okay, okay, I can't beat you," the deliveryman hurried away, muttering, "I just didn't catch up with the good times, otherwise I would have won a special merit for you to see."
"You're talking nonsense! Get out of here now!"
The young deliveryman quickly got on his bike and was scared to death.
He likes to tease old guys like Lao Lu to add some motivation to his boring life.
Lao Lu cursed a few times but still not satisfied, he sorted letters and parcels while muttering to himself.
"A good time? How dare you say that? I'll shoot your father and mother, and then throw you among the dead, and see if it's still a good time for you."
Two minutes later, Lao Lu sorted out the letters and parcels, and then wrote the recipient's name on the small blackboard outside the mail room, reminding them to check.
The postman is not allowed to enter this compound, and Lao Lu will not deliver letters to households. What if the letters disappear in a private mailbox? Wouldn't that cause conflicts between neighbors?
In just five minutes, Lao Lu had finished most of the most important work of the day.
He made a cup of tea, picked up the newly arrived newspaper, and began to enjoy his leisure time.
What the naughty deliveryman said was right, Lao Lu's job is really easy.
Ever since he was shot in the chest decades ago, Lao Lu's health has been damaged and he has been in a state of being "taken care of", and he can choose any easy job.
But when your work becomes less busy, you can no longer get promoted. Now when you are old, you end up being a gatekeeper.
But don’t underestimate this job of guarding the gate, many people are jealous of it.
Just a few months ago, a man named Mei came to the No. 3 compound next door. She felt that she was older than Lao Lu, so she wanted to switch places with him, letting Lao Lu go to No. 3 compound while she went to No. 1 compound.
Lao Lu swung the chair at the man.
"CNMB, you are old, what the hell do you have to do with me? You shed sweat for XX, but I shed blood!!!"
Although it is also a compound of the COFCO system, there are hundreds of families living in Courtyard No. 3, all of whom are grandfathers of varying ages, along with their family members and relatives, so the relationships are too complicated.
Even if there's nothing to do all day, there are so many people who have come down from the battlefield who can brag more than you. Isn't that annoying?
But the current No. 1 Courtyard on Lao Lu is completely different.
There were only about ten or eight families living there, and "the higher the official, the less trouble he has to deal with," so the two sides basically didn't talk to each other.
Lao Lu is usually very free, and he is always included in the distribution of things during the New Year and other festivals. Wouldn't you be a fool to ask him to exchange with Lao Mei?
After drinking two cups of strong tea, Lao Lu felt energetic and bored, and his eyes were constantly on the lookout.
He is actually only responsible for the day's work. At night, there are special security personnel in the compound, so if a mosquito flies over, he has to check whether it is male or female.
"Damn, damn, damn~"
A brand new bicycle drove out from the depths of the compound and wobbled to a stop at the door of the message room.
The little girl on the bicycle looked at the blackboard carefully twice before getting back on the bike and riding crookedly out of the compound gate.
Lao Lu watched the little girl riding her bicycle back and forth on the small street outside the compound and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
This girl just moved here. I heard that her parents are very capable, but it’s obvious that their lives were hard in the first few years. When she first came here, she couldn’t even ride a bicycle.
[Alas, this child's parents are really something. Why would they buy a 28-inch large-bar car for a girl? Is it difficult to buy a 26-inch Phoenix? ]
However, poor children also have their advantages, which is resilience.
Not only did it take two hours to ride under the hot summer sun, but there were also two sacks on the back seat, which looked to weigh no less than 100 kilograms.
This is to train leg strength!
These two calves are really long, straight and strong, just like the medical staff in the army back then.
Wen Leyu rode his bicycle for two hours in a row, and then he returned to his own courtyard when he felt hungry.
When she passed the door, she unconsciously glanced at the small blackboard again, feeling a little melancholy.
[It's been a few days, why haven't you written to me yet? ]
However, despite feeling melancholy, Wen Leyu also had some expectations. He could now carry 100 kilograms. After a few more days of training, he would be able to carry Li Ye around the city.
Lao Lu in the message room also noticed Wen Leyu's look. He really wanted to tell the little girl that he would send her letter when he got it.
But in the end, Lao Lu didn't say much. People can be friendly, but one should know one's limits.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump~"
The roar of a motorcycle came from the end of the street and approached quickly.
Lao Lu leaned over to take a look and saw a green knight riding a green motorcycle, just like the German devils in the movies.
This is the post office's expedited telegram deliveryman.
In the 1970s and 1980s, there were two types of telegrams sent by the post office. One was the ordinary telegram. If you were lucky, it would be sent in the morning and delivered in the afternoon. If you were unlucky, it would be delivered the next day.
But expedited telegrams are different. They have special motorcycle riders who deliver them at any time, as long as you are willing to pay. The fee for expedited telegrams is not as simple as a dime or two.
"Squeak~~"
The green motorcycle braked suddenly and stopped in front of the door of Lao Lu's message room in a very handsome manner.
Wen Leyu heard the sound of brakes and turned to look at the gate of the compound. Unexpectedly, the handlebars shook and the bicycle suddenly fell to the ground.
When Lao Lu saw Wen Leyu fall to the ground, he angrily scolded the deliveryman: "What are you showing off for? You scared the child, you know?"
“.”
The postman blinked but didn't dare to say anything back.
Nowadays, the expedited telegram couriers ride big motorcycles and wear goggles. They usually look very arrogant, but you can't get this job without some connections.
But you have to be arrogant in certain places. You can't be arrogant in front of the gate of this compound.
"I have an urgent telegram. It's a little rushed. Please bear with me."
The deliveryman handed a telegram to Lao Lu, asked him to sign for it, and then left.
Normally, the urgent telegram needs to be delivered to an individual, but since he couldn't get in, he had to hand it over to Lao Lu.
Lao Lu took it and took a look, then stuck his head out from the message room and shouted to Wen Leyu who had just lifted the car up.
"Girl, your last name is Wen, right? I think there is a telegram from your family."
Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, then he quickly parked his bicycle with great effort and walked back quickly.
After taking the telegram, the cold and quiet little girl's mouth corners suddenly curled up slightly.
[Why are you in such a hurry? Doesn't an expedited telegram cost much? ]
The anger and complaint only lasted for a moment, and then Wen Leyu felt more relieved and happy.
He hurriedly pushed the cart home and opened the telegram only after entering his room.
The 500-word telegram appeared in front of Wen Leyu, surprising her for a long time.
This is not a telegram, it's clearly a letter!
A moment later, Wen Leyu opened a locked drawer and took out a black leather diary.
On the first page of the diary, there is a very literary poem.
The second page lists the action memos from top to bottom.
1: Take him to see Tiananmen Square and visit Houhai.
2: Take him to the National Library and the Beijing Planetarium.
3: Take him to visit Huguo Temple and treat him to his favorite snacks. (Three days)
4: Take him to the Friendship Store and give him a small gift. (35 foreign exchange coupons)
6:.
Wen Leyu took out a pen and carefully updated another item under the memos.
10: Have a good talk with him, tell him not to waste money and learn to be frugal.
After writing this, Wen Leyu was silent for a moment, then added a bracket after the word "thrifty" and wrote the words (A man who knows his mistakes and can correct them is a real man).
Then the girl nodded with satisfaction, smiled again, and locked the black leather diary again.
After doing all this, Wen Leyu began to read the telegram. It was strange to say, but the moment she received the telegram, she wanted to read it carefully right at the gate of the compound.
But after getting it, I became more and more calm.
[Xiaoyu, I'm really sorry. I was traveling around the country some time ago and only saw your letter today.]
The telegram began with a way of addressing Wen Leyu that was unexpected.
You say he is close, right? He calls himself classmates, you say he is distant, right? He also calls himself "Xiao Yu", which is very contradictory.
Such minor contradictions are not uncommon in telegrams of four or five hundred words.
Wen Leyu herself did not notice that as she read the telegram, the peaceful state of mind that she had just gathered began to ripple slightly like a pool of spring water under the warm breeze.
When he saw the last sentence, Wen Leyu was stunned.
"How did he know my feet were size 37?"
There is a reason why Wen Leyu is weird.
Because she and her mother had a very hard life in the past few years, the cloth shoes on her feet were all made for her by Teacher Ke.
If this kind of cloth shoes is to be durable, they must be slightly larger and lined with thick cloth or cotton several times at the front.
If the shoes were made to fit perfectly, Wen Leyu's big toe would have torn the shoes within a month or so.
So Wen Leyu was very confused. How did Li Ye see that she had a pair of size 37 feet underneath her size 38 shoes?
A faint blush appeared on the girl's cheeks, just like the tender peach blossoms blooming in spring.
. . . . . .
"Xiaoyu, are you riding a bicycle again?"
A call from the door woke Wen Leyu up after he had been quiet for who knows how long.
She quickly put away the telegram and went out to the living room.
Teacher Ke was carrying a big bag and just came in to change his shoes.
Wen Leyu quickly took it and asked, "Mom, why did you come back at noon?"
Teacher Ke smiled and said, "Today I went to a meeting outside Jianguomen and bought some things. I have to go back in the afternoon."
"Oh, then I'll go cook. Let's have tomato and egg noodles!"
"No, I bought some cooked food, we can just make do with it. Try these two pairs of shoes first to see which one fits you best, and I'll take it back and exchange it later."
Teacher Ke took out two shoe boxes and handed them to Wen Leyu.
Wen Leyu opened it and asked in surprise, "High heels? Mom, why did you buy this for me?"
Teacher Ke said with a smile: "You're still asking me? Yesterday, when Xiaoqin came over, you stared at the shoes on her feet. How come you forgot about it today?"
“I’m just taking a look.”
Wen Leyu muttered a few words quietly while trying on shoes, and suddenly a small incident came to his mind.
One night a few months ago, at the Erliang Store in Qingshui County, Wen Leyu forgot something and went back to get it.
Then I heard Jin Peng, Li Dayong, Li Ye and others excitedly discussing the "charm of high heels".
As a result, a childhood friend came to see Wen Leyu yesterday, wearing a pair of beautiful high heels, so Wen Leyu naturally took a few more glances.
Teacher Ke, who always felt that he owed his daughter, saw this and bought it back today.
I bought two pairs, one for 37 and one for 38.
Wen Leyu tried them separately and found that the size 37 was the most comfortable. It was a little bigger and just the right size to not squeeze the feet.
"For someone as tall as you, a size 37 shoe is too big. That's rare."
Teacher Ke smiled, put away the size 38 shoes and prepared to return them, then he noticed that Wen Leyu's face was slightly red.
"What's wrong, Xiaoyu? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I was just a little out of breath from riding a bicycle just now."
“Oh~~”
Teacher Ke glanced at her daughter with sidelong glances and suddenly asked, "Did Li Ye have a letter?"
“.”
Wen Leyu, who was no match for him, was stunned for a second, then smiled and said, "No, there was just a telegram."
“Oh~~~”
Teacher Ke dragged out the last word, which made his daughter angry.
(End of this chapter)
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