There's really nothing else to write about...
He looked at the blank piece of letter paper with a headache. He had already written everything he could write in the past few days. Tonight he was really drained of energy.
After sitting in front of the letter for half an hour, Qu Yunmie decided not to embarrass himself anymore and went out to find help. …
He originally wanted to look for Yu Shaoxie. After all, he was the only intellectual in the entire army whom he could trust. But before finding Yu Shaoxie, Qu Yunmie saw that the light was still on in Jian Qiao's room. He was puzzled for a moment, so he pushed open the door and walked in.
Jian Qiao was writing a secret letter to Xiao Rong. The letter was filled with his opinions on Yuan Baifu. Qu Yunmie's action startled him. He turned around and glared at him: "How dare you! How dare you enter this general's room without knocking?!"
Qu Yunmie kicked his chair, but he held back his strength, so he only made Jian Qiao stagger, but didn't knock him down.
"How dare you call yourself a general in front of me?!"
Jian Qiao: “…”
His momentum suddenly withered, and he stood up with his head lowered. While cleaning the table, Jian Qiao pushed the letter to the bottom of the stationery.
Qu Yunmie really didn't notice his little action, but when he came in, he saw Jian Qiao writing something, so he asked, "What are you writing?"
Jian Qiao quickly took another letter and said, "Write a letter home. I have agreed with my wife to write her one letter every two weeks to let her know that I am still safe."
Qu Yunmie sneered: "Only half a month."
Someone who truly cares about you will not ask you to write a letter once every two weeks, but will ask you to write every day!
Jian Qiao: “…”
He could hear what Qu Yunmie had not finished saying, but he really wanted to say that half a month was already very good. Not everyone is like you, the king, who can spare hundreds of people to build a post station just to deliver a letter, okay?
The reason why he could stay by Qu Yunmie's side for so many years and rarely quarrel with him was not because of the friendship between him and Qu Yunmie, but because of Jian Qiao's good quality of never quarreling. …
At this time, he would lower his head obediently, no matter what Qu Yunmie said, he would agree with him and never sing against him. But today, Qu Yunmie did not make excuses. He just looked at the thick envelope of Jian Qiao and asked doubtfully: "What did you write in the letter?"
Jian Qiao blinked. He did not explain but directly showed the letter to Qu Yunmie.
Anyway, they were just trivial matters at home. He and his wife had been married for several years and he would not write any cheesy love words in the letter, so he had no pressure to give it.
When Qu Yunmie took it, his face became more and more gloomy the more he looked at it.
Jian Qiao felt that he did not write anything inappropriate, but in Qu Yunmie's eyes, Jian Qiao was just showing off. Just look at the first sentence he wrote - My wife, I am writing to you as if I were seeing you.
Okay, okay, okay, I know you have a wife, okay. …
The first part was full of words of concern for Zhang, such as, put on more clothes when it's cold, remember to close the windows at night, xx (maid's name) is quick and skillful, let her do things if there are any, don't tire yourself out, take the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time, don't be stingy with money, buy whatever you want, I heard that a caravan has arrived in Chenliu, Sanniang, you should go out more often, but remember to bring Zhang Biezhi with you, it's always better to be cautious in everything.
This already takes up two pages, and there are two more pages to go. These two pages are about caring about others, including Jian Qiao's brother-in-law, his servants, the old brothers who stayed in Chenliu to recuperate, as well as Xiao Rong, Gao Xunzhi and other people in the palace.
After learning from him, Qu Yunmie knew how to write his own letter. Then he snorted at Jian Qiao, "You are really capable of seducing a woman."
After saying that, he threw the letter at Jian Qiao, who caught it reflexively. It was not until Qu Yunmie strode away that Jian Qiao remembered how to refute him.
"That's my wife! I, I love my wife, what's wrong with that?!"
But Qu Yunmie had already left. Instead, Gongsun Yuan passed by outside. When he heard these words, he felt so upset.
Thinking carefully, Jian Qiao has become less and less sociable since he got married. Tsk, that's why you can't just marry one wife. Learn from him and marry ten. They are so busy fighting in the civil war that they don't even remember that there is a head of the family like him. Fighting for favor? Asking him to write a letter? Impossible. These women are too cruel. They even argued several times about who should kneel at the front of the mourning hall after he died heroically. ...
On the other side, Qu Yunmie returned to the bedroom, and the first thing he did was to write a letter to Xiao Rong.
But he was in a dilemma at the beginning. Jian Qiao wrote "My wife, seeing you by letter is like seeing you in person." The words "My wife" are intimate and concise, which he liked very much. But he could not use this word. If he wrote "Seeing you by letter is like seeing you in person" by Xiao Rong, it would be too distant.
After struggling for a long time, Qu Yunmie suddenly had an idea, but for some reason he acted like a thief. He first looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then he carefully wrote six words on the paper.
——Arong, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person.
It was just such a simple name, but after Qu Yunmie finished writing it, he felt his palms getting hot and sweaty, and even the pen became a little sticky. He stared at these two words, and his heart beat much faster, not knowing whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.
It turns out that writing letters has such benefits. Things he didn't dare to do on normal days, but now that there are thousands of miles between him and Xiao Rong, he is no longer afraid of being rejected.
After a pause, he continued writing. After the beginning, the rest flowed like flowing water. He disliked Jian Qiao for being too talkative, but when it came to his turn, he was no less talkative, especially since Xiao Rong's health was much worse than Zhang's. If he wrote from the perspective of caring for the other party, then Qu Yunmie could directly write until the departure tomorrow. ...
Fortunately, he didn't really write so much, just two pages. After writing, Qu Yunmie put them in an envelope. Looking at the letter that would be sent tomorrow morning, Qu Yunmie sat quietly for a while, then he stood up and walked out of the hall.
In ancient times, there was no pollution, and the sky should have been the same everywhere, but Qu Yunmie felt that the starry sky here in Yanmen Pass was more dense, and the moon here was bigger and brighter.
The moon in the sky would accompany him every night. Whenever he looked up, he could see this silver disk, which was sometimes full and sometimes crescent.
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