1965, early winter.
It was snowing in Beijing.
As the breeze blew, the snowflakes fluttered in the wind like strands of cotton.
The snow is about to stop, the wind has not yet settled,
A postman wearing green clothes and a military cap rode a bicycle from the north. The rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, making a sizzling sound. The backseat was full of mail bags, carrying the sadness of parting and homesickness of many people…
"Little Bell…Did you listen to your mother? Good, good... Learn!"
"Daddy, this year…I'll definitely come back before the new year. Daddy brought you a field (wild) taste!”
"Daddy is here. Everything is fine... Daddy will tell you about this place..."
A nine-year-old girl was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head lowered.
She used her tender hands to carefully hold a piece of paper that could not be any more crumpled, as if it would tear if she used a little bit of strength.
One word at a time,
Slowly and slowly,
She read it very seriously to her mother, who was not even 30 years old yet.
Her mother had a head of long black hair, and her body swayed slightly as Little Bell read the letter. A happy smile appeared on her lips, but her face was filled with helplessness, determination, and persistence.
The letter was very long, and Little Bell finally read the last sentence.
"November 5th, 1962, evening!”
Every time,
When Little Bell read to this point, she would turn around and hug her mother. Her tears would flow uncontrollably as she buried her head in her mother's arms.
"Mommy! Does Daddy not want us anymore…"
"Will he come back?"
"They all said I was picked up."
"Is it true…"
Her mother didn't say a word. She kept patting Little Bell's back and hugged her tightly.
She shook her head with all her might and made a sobbing sound.
Little Bell could feel her mother's sadness. She raised her head, wiped her tears, and struggled out of her mother's embrace.
"I believe in Dad. I will definitely... I'll definitely come back!"
"Don't be sad!"
"Little Bell will be very obedient."
"Let's wait for Daddy to come back together."
Little Bell held back her tears and comforted her mother. She was afraid that her mother would be sad.
Her mother's eyes were red as she nodded vigorously. Her eyes were slightly narrowed as she revealed a simple smile.
"Mom, wait for me for a while!”
Little Bell suddenly said and hurried out of the room.
At this moment, her mother looked puzzled.
Not long after,
Little Bell carried a wooden basin filled with hot water into the house and found her mother carefully packing the crumpled letter. She placed it at the bottom of the mahogany painted box under the bed. There was a thick stack of letters at the bottom of the box, which had been torn into pieces.
However, when Little Bell came in, she did not find the letter at the bottom. Because her mother hurriedly covered it, afraid that Little Bell would find out.
"Hehe! Mom, wash your feet!"
An innocent smile bloomed on Little Bell's innocent face.
Her mother hurriedly waved her hands and shook her head, her eyes revealing her astonishment.
"Mom, the teacher said that I have to wash Mom's feet after school! This is a good child."
"Come over and sit!" Little Bell stammered obediently.
She pulled her mother's calloused hands with all her might and sat on the brick bed. Her hands and feet were very clumsy, but she was very serious.
"Mom, I'm not sure. Little Bell will wash your feet every day!”
At this moment…
When her mother heard this, she looked at Little Bell rubbing her feet with her small hands, and her tears flowed down uncontrollably.
......
At this moment, the postman was shuttling through the streets.
Many ancient city walls and archways had been demolished, and the old city was undergoing reconstruction. Most of the courtyards still maintained their original appearance. The roads had not hardened, and there were no complete drainage facilities.
Looking down from the sky, one could see rows and rows of courtyard houses.
It had a unique flavor of the capital.
People wore plain cotton jackets or large windbreakers. Gray, black, and green were all different. It symbolized how hardworking, honest, and determined the people here were. It was a distinctive characteristic of the times, and people could not help but linger.
......
An ordinary courtyard house.
There were basically bungalows around the narrow streets. Each house was no more than 20 to 30 square meters. It was very common for three or four generations to live together.
Of course,
However, the Siheyuan in Nanluogu Alley was an exception.
This was because the residents of the Siheyuan here basically had no direct relatives.
Most of the people who lived here came from the rolling mill, health station, school, and other units.
Many neighbors had lived here for decades, helping each other out and getting to know each other. Basically, they knew how much each family had saved and what their situation was like.
He couldn't hide it even if he knew everything.
Well,
Little Bell's home was in a small room of less than 20 square meters in the Siheyuan of Nanluogu Alley.
Finally, the postman arrived at the courtyard house.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The postman rang the bell as usual and called out from outside the courtyard,"
" Xue Lin's mail!"
" Xue Lin is…"
Just as he was saying this, Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian, two young men, happened to be outside the door.
Liu Guangtian stretched out his hand and said casually,"
"Yo, little brother, this is for Xue Lin's family again, right? She's not here today, just give it to me! I'll help you send it over when the time comes!"
The postman recognized Liu Guangtian and the other man.
"Alright! As usual, sign here!”
...
"Alright! Take care! You've worked hard!"
After the postman left, Liu Guangtian tore the envelope and threw it into the trash can without even looking at it.
"D * mn, Guangtian, you're too cruel. How many times have you torn Xue Lin's letter in the past few years?”
"Jie Cheng, Xue Lin was supposed to marry me. Although she was mute, she was pretty! If not for Su Chen, she would definitely be my wife in the future!”
" No wonder you're always standing guard at the gate at this time of the month," Yan Jiecheng praised." It seems like you've calculated that someone would write at this time."”
"If you don't say it, and I don't say it, who knows?”
"Anyway, he hasn't been back for the past few years. I just want to see their relationship fall apart in the future. I want her to be like Qin Huairu. No, she'll be in a worse state than Qin Huairu!”
"Haha!"
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