Optical film.

The weather was slightly cool, and a girl wearing a flowered coat and braided hair stood in the yard. Her eyes glanced at the intersection of the street from time to time.

Not long after, the sound of bicycle bells ringing came from the street corner.

Hearing this voice, the girl's face showed a hint of joy. If you look carefully, there is also a trace of expectation in this joy.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a military green coat appeared on the street corner riding a 28-inch sedan.

There are two large cloth bags tied to the back seat of the bicycle, one on the left and one on the right. The bags look very old, and the seals have rough edges.

After taking a closer look, you can vaguely see two large characters printed on the cloth pocket.

【postal】

In the past, it was slow, even cars, horses, and mail were slow. In the late 1960s, letters were the most commonly used means of communication for ordinary people.

Although the efficiency of transmitting information is very low, the feeling of seeing words as if they were face to face is really wonderful.

"Brother Guzi, do you have my letter?"

Seeing the postal boy passing by her door, the girl hurriedly walked out of the door. Before speaking, she took a special look at the surrounding environment.

Fortunately, there was no one around. Mom was probably in the kitchen, the eldest brother was probably reading in the room, and the younger brother was probably still on a date with Zhou Jing.

"have."

Seeing the girl's expectant expression, the postal boy had a strange look in his eyes.

However, this look disappeared very quickly, and if you didn't observe carefully, you wouldn't have noticed it at all.

At this moment, the girl's heart was already filled with the word 'yes', and she had no time to observe the expression of 'Brother Guzi'.

"Hey, your letter."

Seeing the familiar envelope, the girl's eyes turned into crescent moons.

"Thank you, Brother Guzi!"

With a crisp thank you, the girl quickly stuffed the envelope into her thick coat, and then looked around like a thief.

On the other side, seeing the girl acting like this, if he wasn't familiar with her, the postal boy would probably think that the girl was some kind of enemy agent.

"Gone."

The postal boy waved his hand, got on his bicycle and drove away. He got excited and even hummed a tune.

"Forward!

Move forward!

The torrent of revolution is unstoppable,

Move forward!

Move forward!

Toward the direction of victory,

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are blooming red..."

The singing gradually faded away, and the girl's figure disappeared from the street at some point.

Bang!

At this moment, the sound of a chair falling to the ground suddenly came from the room. At that moment, a slightly fat woman walked into the room carrying porridge.

Seeing the chair being brought down, she immediately complained.

"What kind of meeting is this kid going to do so early in the morning?"

The woman shook her head and ignored the child's recklessness. She put down the porridge, picked up the chair, and then shouted into the room.

"The child's father, Bingyi, Zhou Rong, and Bingkun, have eaten."

"Coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, three echoes came from the room, two men and one woman, and the first one came from a deep male voice.

"Mom, it'll be ready soon. I've just finished reading one more page."

"Mom, you eat first, I will eat later."

"Bingkun?"

Seeing that her youngest son didn't respond, a look of anger suddenly appeared on the woman's face.

This damn kid must be sleeping in again!

How old are you, yet you can't get up from bed while staring at the sun?

"This brat is sleeping in again."

At this time, I saw a sturdy middle-aged man walking out of the back room, rolling up his sleeves as he walked.

When the woman saw her man's actions, she immediately panicked.

This is about to take action!

Although she didn't like her little son sleeping in, it didn't seem necessary to do anything about it.

The child is still young, what can he understand?

It's all because of the suspension of classes.

If the school hadn't been closed, my younger son would have stayed at home all day long, doing nothing, either eating or sleeping.

"Where's the stick? Where's my stick?"

The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, looked left and right, and searched twice, but couldn't find the guy who took advantage of him.

That's not right.

He clearly remembered taking it home last night.

While deep in thought, the middle-aged man suddenly thought of something, and his eyes slowly moved to his mother-in-law.

When the man looked at her like this, the woman's eyes subconsciously moved elsewhere.

Yes, she took the stick secretly.

"well."

Seeing his mother-in-law's expression, the man still didn't understand, so he sighed silently.

Of the three cubs in the Zhou family, the eldest and second eldest are very successful. They were among the best in school and were well-behaved at home.

Only the youngest son is useless.

He is usually better off at home, at least there is someone to take care of him, but soon he will go to the southwest region to engage in construction.

He inquired that if he left, he might not be able to come back in a short time. The superior leader talked to him and told him in a serious and thoughtful way.

Be prepared for a long-term war of resistance.

My home is in the northeast, and I want to go to the southwest. The two places, one in the south and the other in the north, are thousands of miles apart. I have been there and want to come back, but I don’t know how much trouble it will take.

Being able to come back once a year is a blessing.

When he thought about leaving, the man couldn't help but his thoughts were racing. It wasn't until he heard a whimper in his ears that he came back to his senses.

"Woo...Woo...Woo..."

The crying came from the back room, twitching and intermittent. Although the sound was very low, the surrounding environment was very quiet.

Therefore, the cry is still particularly eye-catching.

As soon as the cry came, the woman acted the fastest. She put down the bowl immediately and walked toward the back room full of doubts.

"Rong'er, are you okay?"

Here, as soon as the woman walked into the back room, the man followed suit.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, the girl stuffed the envelope into her arms and quickly wiped the tears on her face.

When the woman walked into the back room, the girl's crying stopped suddenly. She took a deep breath and pretended that nothing happened.

"Mom, I'm fine."

The woman frowned slightly, this was obviously a lie.

She knew her daughter, Mo Ruomu, and Ronger was the flesh that fell from her body. How could she not know if her daughter was okay?

If it's okay, why does your tone sound like crying?

And those little eyes were red, how could they look like nothing was wrong?

"It's okay, why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry."

The girl quickly denied it.

The woman walked to her daughter and lowered her head to take a look.

"You're not crying, why are your eyes red?"

"Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Seeing that the girl refused to admit her guilt, the woman became even more anxious.

Has my daughter been bullied?

It’s not that she is boasting, her daughter is definitely the most beautiful one in the film industry. No, even if you count the neighboring films, her daughter is the most beautiful one.

Not only that, her daughter's grades are also good and she reads a lot of books. There is a saying that the boss mentioned before, but she forgot.

Right!
Chapter completed!