The next morning, Lin Jianxue went to the post office.
In this era, the telegraph was the fastest means of communication.
She stood at the counter, holding a pen, carefully writing every word on the telegram paper.
There is so much I want to say, about the review team, about the materials she submitted, about her expectations and concerns.
In the end, the word "㵙" was written in a very concise manner.
"The Fu family's case has been entrusted to the review team. Looking forward to it."
At the end, she paused and signed her name: Lin Jianxue.
She hoped that Fu Zhawei would come to terms with the truth, and she was also looking forward to their family's early return.
Telegram charges are not cheap and are charged by the number of words. At this moment, Lin Jianxue feels that every word is worth it.
Handing the telegram draft to the staff, Lin Jianxue's heart rose and fell as he listened to the crisp sound of the other party typing.
The days seem especially long while waiting.
A week later, the postman delivered a telegram.
Lin Jianxue's heart almost jumped out of her throat.
She took it with trembling hands and unfolded it.
There were only two simple words on the telegram, coming from Tonghua Village, Hulan County, Harbin City, Heilongjiang Province.
"Thanks."
The signature is Fu Zhawei.
Thanks.
Just thank you.
Lin Jianxue held the thin telegram paper, and her fingertips felt a little cold.
She knew that with Fu Zhawei's personality, these two words might have encompassed all he could express at the moment.
He must also be excited and looking forward to it.
But...what about her confession?
That kiss on the train platform, amidst the separation and the cold wind, she mustered up the courage to place on his lips, and the clear words "I love you".
He didn't respond.
A trace of melancholy, like the mist in early spring, quietly permeates my heart.
She was a little dazed all the way home from the post office with the telegram.
In a few days, she would return to Heilongjiang Province, back to Tonghua Village, back to Shuguang Production Brigade, and back to Zhenhai High School.
At this time, how should we face Fu Zhewei?
Would he feel embarrassed? How would she cope with it?
Lin Jianxue sighed softly.
Forget it, I've already confessed, and thinking about it now is useless.
The boat is on its own at the bridgehead.
She carefully folded the telegram with only two words and put it in her diary.
*
In the following days, Lin Jianxue tried hard not to think too much.
Life at home in the capital is comfortable and warm.
She chats with her mother Chen Wu every day and helps take care of her younger brother Xiaohu.
Little Tiger is white and chubby. When he is not crying or making a fuss, he looks like a delicate little angel. He babbles and waves his little fists, always making the whole family laugh.
Lin Jianxue held the soft little guy in her arms and sang to him the songs she had learned in Heilongjiang Province, and her heart felt a little calmer.
My father Lin Yuefeng is still busy, but he smiles more often.
Things in the Fu family took a turn for the better, and a huge burden on his heart fell to the ground.
Occasionally, Lin Yuefeng and Shen Wu would whisper about the progress of the review team and some related policy trends.
Lin Jianxue listened from the side, feeling happy and sad at the same time.
I spend my days at home eating, drinking, playing with Xiaohu, and occasionally reading a book.
In a blink of an eye, it was the end of February.
The capital city is still cold, but the willow branches along the road have quietly turned a hint of yellow, and spring is approaching.
Zhenhai High School will start school in March.
As a music teacher, Lin Jianxue also has to go back early to prepare.
A few days before leaving, Chen Wu took a day off and took Lin Jianxue to a grocery store.
"Xiaoxue, if you're going to the countryside to be a teacher, you have to dress decently."
As Chen Wu spoke, he picked and chose in the clothing area.
"Mom knows you don't like to dress up. As a girl, you should always have some decent clothes."
Lin Jianxue smiled faintly and replied, "Thank you, Mom."
Chen Wu picked out two new shirts for her, a pair of khaki trousers, and a light gray coat made of thin tweed.
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