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"What kind of express delivery is this? Did I buy it?"
Lin Xian looked at the parcel that he had just signed for and was confused.
"Maybe your friend sent it to you.”the courier said casually.
Lin Xian returned to his room and opened the package.
There was a strange red mailbox inside. It was about the size of a kettle.
"This is a children's toy, right?”
There was also a letter inside. Lin Xian opened it and read it.
The handwriting was a little sloppy, about the same level as his own.
The content of the letter was very short:
This was a space-time mailbox that could send letters to people in the past!
Please write the recipient, address, and time of delivery on the envelope!
And don't forget to stick stamps! The shipping fee was 1 yuan!
"Hehe, this is definitely a prank.”
Lin Xian smiled. A person who could go there to write a letter?
Wasn't this a joke?
He didn't pay much attention to it. Although he didn't know whose prank it was, the victim would appear sooner or later.
After a busy day, Lin Xian was a little tired. He lay on the sofa and turned on the television.
Beep!
"Now! It was the exciting moment of the double-colored ball draw!”
"There's only one number ball left!! Let's start the lottery!"
On the television, the two-color ball lottery ceremony was being broadcast live.
Now that the first few numbers were out, there was only one number ball left.
In the lottery machine, dozens of table tennis balls with numbers printed on them were shaking.
Finally, a ping pong ball with the number 06 rolled out.
The host picked up the microphone excitedly.
"It's 06! The basketball number was 06! Let us congratulate those who won the lottery!”
Lin Xian looked at the excited host on the television emotionlessly.
He had long passed the age of believing that the lottery was " real and fair ". It was just a game manipulated by humans.
"If only I could travel to the past…I would know the lottery numbers in advance.”
"Hmm?"
At the thought of this, Lin Xian turned to look at the small red mailbox on the table.
The advertisement said that it was a mailbox where people could write letters to people in the past.
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"Interesting."
Lin Xian smiled helplessly and took it as a relief.
In modern society, who would still write letters?
Envelopes were used to store money and gifts, and stamps were used for collections.
Coincidentally, Lin Xian's job required an envelope.
As for stamps, although Lin Xian did not like collecting them, his father had given him one when he was young.
"Found it."
Lin Xian found the stamp in the small box that contained his childhood belongings.
There were a total of four cards, and they were zodiac themed. The face value of each card was 50 cents.
He had the envelope and the stamp. All that was left was to write the letter.
Lin Xian took out an A4 paper and pen and started to think about how to write.
"If I really receive the letter…will I also treat it as a prank?”
"There has to be some credibility. I have to believe that this is not a prank!”
With an idea in mind, he wrote as if he had a spirit:
Dear me from the past
Hello.
To you, I am the you of tomorrow. This is the letter I wrote to you from the future.
Don't worry about whether this is a prank or not. Let me tell you a little secret that only we know…
When you were in primary school, you secretly wrote a love letter to your language teacher and put it in your homework. It was still in Hanyu Pinyin, but it was later corrected by the language teacher as homework. The comment was: S, C, Z and SH, CH, ZH were not distinguishable, so they were typed back and rewritten.
Alright, don't be nervous. This matter hasn't been exposed. Only we know.
Do you believe me now? I am you, the future you.
Now, let's get down to business. The number of this episode's double color ball is XX-XX-05.
Do you remember? I won't lie to you about two yuan!
You of Tomorrow
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Lin Xian deliberately wrote down the last number of the first prize of the two-color ball wrongly.
The correct number should be 06, but he changed it to 05.
This was to avoid triggering the butterfly effect.
If the last one was lost, even the second prize would be worth more than a hundred thousand yuan.
This kind of thing could not be too greedy.
If he was too greedy, the " operator " might change the winning number, and he wouldn't win a single cent.
"I'm done."
After he finished writing, Lin Xian folded the A4 paper and placed it in an envelope. Then, he sealed it with a glue stick.
He wrote down the recipient and address, and the date of delivery was yesterday.
Then, he pasted two 50-cent stamps on it.
Everything was done.
Lin Xian patted the red toy mailbox.
It was really ordinary.
Whoosh.
He put the envelope directly into the mailbox and did not look back.
"Wash up and sleep!"
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