There's a lot of stuff, but it's packed up pretty quickly. I throw my clothes in the washing machine for a rinse. I put my shoes in the closet, ready to wear them to work tomorrow. I put the small amount of food I have left in the cafeteria, and the rest is stored in the space so it can last a long time.
After packing up everything, Jianshu took the letter sent by Gu Mingjing into the room.
He took out a small box from the space. The box was made of wood, a bit like an ancient jewelry box. He put the letter neatly in it.
He locked the lock again and put it in the desk cabinet.
Perhaps because we live in a fast-paced era, Jianshu has always felt that letters have a unique romance.
"Who sends the letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building." That kind of anxious waiting is simply impossible to understand. After all, a light tap of the fingertips can make contact instantly even if the distance is far.
Sometimes this speed is good, but because of this speed and simplicity, sometimes it lacks a certain weight.
Letters are different. Due to the distance people travel, their thoughts can only be conveyed through letters. The phrase "a short letter, yet a long message" is the most appropriate description.
Therefore, when I put pen to paper, every word I write is well thought out and written with true feelings.
The long mailing process allowed the emotions to ferment further. Receiving a letter that had traveled across mountains and rivers, the light paper in the hand made one feel the weight of the emotions.
The sharp handwriting jumps out on the paper with a very distinct personal touch, which is incomparable to the cold, impersonal electronic information on the mobile phone.
Whenever Jianshu sees those letters that transcend time and space, he feels an inexplicable emotion in his heart, a sour and numb feeling that makes his eyes sore.
Even some ordinary texts, simple family matters, are worth reading over and over again.
At this time, all the letters received so far have been preserved intact by Jianshu.
Memories may fade as time goes by, but words last forever.
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Jianshu sat at the desk with a smile on her face. She took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer and started writing back to him.
Because of Gu Mingjing's special status, she knew the letter would likely be inspected, so she didn't dare to be too presumptuous. There was absolutely no special nickname or anything like that; just "Comrade Gu" would suffice.
After writing the letter, Jianshu put it in an envelope and put it in a drawer. As for mailing it, she decided to wait until her photos were taken. She hadn't forgotten someone's special request. Besides, they had already sent the money, so she couldn't just take the money and not do anything.
Jianshu looked at the time, it was 2:30, so he prepared to change his clothes and go out.
Today is the weekend and she has no other plans. She usually does whatever is comfortable for her at home. She is wearing a set of home clothes that she made herself. These clothes are fine to wear at home, so let's not take pictures.
After changing clothes, putting on sunscreen all over his body and putting on a straw hat, Jianshu went out.
To be honest, don’t be fooled by the plain or even ugly appearance of the straw hat, but it has a good sun-blocking effect. The wide brim can block the sunlight tightly and has a good heat dissipation effect.
So in the past two years, straw hats have become a must-have for summer outings.
At first, many people thought it was tacky and ugly, but after seeing the face on Jianshu, they were speechless. Later, many people began to follow the trend quietly. Although not everyone looks good wearing it, after experiencing the coolness of wearing a straw hat, they forgot all these concerns.
Unintentionally, Jianshu has led the trend in this era.
Riding on a bicycle, Jianshu rushed to the photo studio at lightning speed. Along the way, there was a cool breeze and swaying branches.
Following Gu Mingjing's request, Jianshu took a few solo photos and paid extra to have them expedited. He agreed to pick them up the next day and then left.
After returning home, he picked up the prepared dried seafood and half of the mung bean cakes he made in the morning, then rode his bicycle straight to the compound.
When I went there, Zhao Mingze and Meng Ying were not at home. Only the two little ones were playing games in the living room.
"Lingling, Ruirui, are you at home? Didn't you go out to play?" Jianshu opened the door with the key and saw them playing with stones on the sofa at a glance.
Hearing the call, Zhao Tianrui looked up and saw Jianshu, instantly overjoyed. He threw the stone in his hand, slid off the sofa, and ran over quickly. Don't say it, even though his calves are short, they can move quite fast.
"Sister Shushu." With a sweet call, Jianshu, who was closing the door, was suddenly hugged by him around the waist.
"Oh." Jian Shu agreed with a smile.
At this time, Zhao Yueling's voice came from behind, "Sister Shu."
Jianshu nodded and responded in kind.
Zhao Yueling looked at Jian Shu's flushed face and beads of sweat on her forehead, and quickly said, "Sister, did you ride a bike here? Why are you sweating so much? I'll get you a towel to wipe it off."
Jianshu dragged his little burden to the sofa as if he was back home, and then lay down on it.
Hearing what Zhao Yueling said, she nodded and said breathlessly, "I'm so thirsty, I want to drink more water." She was really tired after riding her bike all the way here.
"Okay, do you want to drink boiled water or something else?" Zhao Yueling asked.
Jian Shu fanned himself with his hands to cool down, frowning and saying, "Just some boiled water, it'll quench your thirst."
Zhao Tianrui, who was standing by, saw that Jianshu looked very hot, so he let go of her and was standing beside her, fanning her like she did.
"Sister Shushu, Ruirui will fan you." Zhao Tianrui said in a baby voice.
That serious little look, that little face with baby fat, is so cute that Jianshu's hands are eager to move.
Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and stretched out her evil hand towards that little face.
"Um, Dudu... Sister, I'm tired, please move aside."
Sister Shushu, please let me go.
Jian Shu rubbed Zhao Tianrui's face hard, making his speech slurred.
"No, no, let me play for a while." Jian Shu had a wicked smile on his face, and spoke evilly like an old witch.
How can children be so cute? The more you rub them, the more you can’t stop.
Jianshu's devilish remarks only made Zhao Tianrui sigh like an adult, "Oh, okay, it can only be for a while." He looked like forget it, there was nothing he could do to the little guy, and the little guy looked so doting that people couldn't help laughing.
"Ah, Ruirui, how can you be so cute." Jianshu's face was full of aunt's smile.
Then she couldn't help but kiss his fair and tender little face.
This made Zhao Tianrui blush, and he immediately stepped back, covering his face with his hands, looking like he had been molested by a female hooligan.
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