a letter

A letter "I'm a messenger. Please give me your letter and postage, and indicate the deadline you need." The girl's crisp voice came into the window, making the boy standing by the window look up.

The girl outside the window sat lightly on the high-voltage line, and her body shook gently with the wires blown by the wind. She was wearing strange ancient clothes made of gauze, but a pair of long snow-white legs stretched out the skirt, ** in this snowy day. Several gold and silver rings with bells hung on their bare feet, and the bells swayed in the wind and made a slight sound. The most surprising thing is probably that behind her, a pair of big wings with colorful feathers are slowly converging.

The boy looked at her blankly and spit out two words: "Monster."

"Who is the monster!" A small stone flew in from the window and knocked on the boy's head. The girl said angrily, "When you see a beauty like me, you shouldn't call me a fairy, at least you should call an angel."

"Obviously it's a monster." The boy muttered, looked away, and returned to the girl's previous posture of calling him. He stood there motionless and looked at the corner of the courtyard outside the window.

"Hey, did you call me to let me see you in a daze!" The girl waited for a while and shouted impatiently.

The boy didn't react as if he hadn't heard it.

The girl angrily threw the small stones in her hand into the window one by one, each of which accurately hit the boy's head. The boy was finally angry. He grabbed the stone at his feet and wanted to throw it back. When he picked up one, he found that it was not a stone at all, but a crystal emerald, shining in the center of his hand. He quickly looked at his feet. Red, blue, green... More than a dozen beautiful gems lay on the ground like that, shining charmingly in the sun. These were all thrown by the girl to hit him like a stone.

"I'll explain first..." The girl lost another "stone" to attract the boy's attention. I don't accept that kind of stone as a reward. Remember, if you let me send a letter, I will only accept gold, only gold!" The girl announced loudly to the boy outside the window.

"Is this a gem?" The boy asked curiously.

"Yes, it's a gem." The girl still held several in her hand and simply threw an ancient brain over. "Let me declare first that I will never be fooled by you cunning customers again, saying that I will replace the remuneration with equivalent things. In fact, what's the difference between this and letting me do white work? Really!"

Looking at the girl's indignant look, the boy asked puzzledly, "But aren't gems also valuable?"

"It's very valuable, but it's useless to me. They can't be spent as gold. No matter how good jewelry is, two or three hundred pieces will be boring!"

"You can exchange them for gold." With so many gems, it should be worth a lot of money, right? The boy calculated slightly in his mind and thought it was a considerable number.

"I'm a messenger. The messenger can't sell goods. Do you understand? We are not businessmen, our profession is just to deliver letters! So I only accept gold as a reward, only use gold for consumption, and I won't sell anything - this is the rule, do you understand the rule!"

"I don't understand." The boy shook his head puzzledly. It's okay if things are valuable. How can there be so many strange theories?

"Anyway, you just need to pay for gold. The amount of gold is equal to the amount of your letter× the distance you want to deliver÷ the number of days of your deadline. If the result is zero, then you just need to pay one or two. The girl stretched out her hand to him and added, "If you don't know arithmetic, I can help you calculate - as long as you can rest assured."

"But I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm not going to send any ghost letters!" After saying impatiently, the boy lost his interest in talking to the girl again and began to look out of the window in a daze.

"Don't you send letters? Why did you call me if you don't send a letter? Are you teasing me? I still have more than 170 letters to send, three of which are due tomorrow! I'm going to clean up my boyfriend's house - we only have such a chance to meet in half a year! I put down so many things to respond to your request, but after you said so much nonsense to me, you said that you didn't send letters at all!" The girl hovered in front of the window, flapping her wings, pointed angrily at the boy and said, "Do you think our messenger has only obligations and no rights in the contract signed between us? You can either give me a letter and remuneration or pay liquidated damages now! Otherwise, I will let the unfaithfulness of you and your family spread all over the nine worlds, and no one will dare to make contact with you in the future!"

The boy looked up impatiently and scolded: "Naring monster, didn't I say that I didn't have a letter to send or ask you to come, so that you came here to talk to me. I don't want to talk to you at all! Stop pestering for no reason!"

"What are you talking about, you untrustworthy liar, you are still teasing me?"

"You annoying entangled monster!"

"You damn liar!"

......

The two of them quarreled through the window and thought that each other was unreasonable and unreasonable. In the end, the girl thought that her precious time wasting on such a nuisance was not worth it, so she left a sentence: "You'd better remember it for me. I won't give up." Then he flapped his wings and flew away. The boy whitened her back and began to be in a daze again.

The sun moved on the wall and moved to the middle of the room little by little. When the shadow of the window lattice became the shortest in a day, the girl appeared out of the window again and patted the window and roared at the boy: "It's you again! Say, do you send a letter or not?"

The boy answered her loudly: "No! Get out of here! You monster, what are you doing here again!"

"You liar, if you bother me again, I'm really welcome!" The girl was too lazy to talk this time, so she turned around and flew away. The boy was also very angry that she had disturbed her again and again. He grabbed the gems she had left before and scolded her back: "Damn monster, get out of here!"

Both of them determined that the other party was deliberately making trouble with themselves, and then affirmed that the other party was a nasty guy and wanted to never see each other again. But contrary to expectations, a few hours later, when the sun was half gone after the building, the girl returned to the window again.

Her beautiful face was twisted because of the atmosphere, and she banged the glass with her fingers and shouted: "Are you playing the game of 'Wolf Come'! I warn you that I will remove your whole family from my customer list! I want to tell all the messengers that I will never deal with you, a family of liars, again! I've never heard of such a thing as teasing messengers for fun. I've never heard such an excessive thing!"

The message "I have important letters" sent by the service contract she signed repeatedly flew over from the east of the city, and this time it was still in her date with her boyfriend. Why didn't she be angry? Usually, because of the profession of messenger, the girl has always been respected, at least everyone is polite to her. First, she is a little angry with such an experience. She loses her temper and threatens to publicize the boy and his family as liars.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't ask you to come, and I don't know what the messenger is. You said I called you, teased you, and brought out the evidence, otherwise you would be a liar." The boy was inexplicably scolded by her liars and liars, and naturally became angry and shouted at her.

"Do you want evidence?" This is not simple. As soon as the girl stretched out her hand, a small bell with one of the bracelets on her wrist detached from her hand, gently flew into the window, stopped in front of the boy, and then spit out a mass of light. A pattern appeared in the light. It was the boy's. He was calling with a helpless expression: "Please help me... I want to send him a letter... Please help me..." Because the sad face of the boy in the picture is so far away from the boy, they don't look like the same person at first glance.

"And this, this..." Several small bells flew here, and they all appeared in the same scene, but the boy's call was more and more urgent and anxious. It was the helpless look that made the girl hurried for the third time after being cheated twice, and the result was another scam. .

"Do you still want to deny it? Don't think that we messengers don't make 'backups' when they accept work. We will have a detailed record of every work!" Shaking the image of the boy on the three small bells at the same time, the girl said proudly, "If you want to deny it, you should at least come up with a smarter trick. Use such a wrist against me, hum..."

"I... didn't say this. You faked it..." The boy said decisively.

"What, you..." She had to resist the confession in front of the evidence. The girl really didn't expect that someone would be so cheeky that she couldn't say a word and pointed to the other party and trembled.

"I really didn't say it... Although I really want to tell him, I haven't said those words, and I don't call any messengers. I don't know that there are messengers like you. Shouldn't postmen wear green uniforms and just deliver letters? If you send a letter, don't you have to go to the post office by yourself? The boy looked at her blankly.

No, he really doesn't seem to know...

The girl touched her head. How could she send a message, but she didn't know it? By the way, it seems that he is too young...

"I don't know you. You don't seem to have signed a service contract with me. It should be someone else in your family, or your ancestors signed a contract with my uncle, right? Because I have a large number of customers inherited from my uncle (she hasn't fully sorted out these customer information so far), you may not know that your elders have this contract? However, according to the contract, when you want to send a letter, you will automatically notify the nearest contract messenger - I happen to be in this city. Go back and ask your elders, and you will understand what's going on.

The boy said blankly, "I don't have an elder. I'm an orphan."

"No wonder that your family hasn't had time to tell you this..." The girl suddenly realized. She looked up and down at the boy again: "Let me take a closer look, oh... Your monster bloodline is also very light. Maybe one of the ancestors before the seventh or eighth generations was a monster - maybe you don't know this at all?"

"You are the monster! I'm a human!" The boy shouted angrily, and no one would be indifferent when others said he was a monster.

"Of course, you are not a human being. Among my service objects, there are no mortals in the human world. I am a very pure messenger and pay great attention to the service object."

Now some messengers will receive letters from any object in order to expand their business, and messengers from a family like her are very disdainful of this situation. The messenger shuttles from all walks of life to serve the gods, monsters, immortals and gods, not for human beings in the human world. They have their own postal network and technology, which should not exist on the customer list of the messengers. Unless this mortal is a practicing person, or has a monster and the power of the people, there is the possibility of accommodation. .

"Although your bloodline is far away, it is still among my clients, not to mention that your ancestors signed contracts with the messengers of our family. As soon as you want to send any letter, and I happened to be close, I was called and had to come. The girl sighed and tossed several times, which did not seem to be completely wrong with the other party. It would be better for her to make things clearer at the beginning. Forget it, I admit that it's not your fault just now. I'm too impatient. I take back my words that you are a liar and apologize to you. You can give me the letter.

"Then I apologize. I shouldn't say that you are a monster... Although you are really weird..."

"Insincere guy! What about the letter..."

The girl flew in directly through the window as if there was nothing in front of her. Those aluminum alloy windows, glass and anti-theft iron windows had no effect on her at all. Please give me the letter and remuneration, and I will send it for you.

"Can you really deliver a letter for me?" The boy didn't believe it.

"Of course, how many times do you want me to say that I am a professional messenger, professional, do you understand? No matter where your recipient is or what it is, as long as you give gold and give me a reasonable deadline, of course, if you say you send it to Kunlun, but only give me one day, you can only ask for another wise.

"I...no gold..."

"What? I don't do free work!" The professional smile on the girl's face immediately disappeared and she turned around to leave.

"I, that's all I have!" The boy stretched out his hand and showed her the gems he had picked up.

"This is mine, and I won't be fooled anymore. I won't want these useless things anymore. I just want gold!" The girl announced decisively.

The boy lowered his head and stopped talking. After a long silence, the girl finally couldn't help asking, "You really don't have gold?"

"No..."

"Does the recipient of your letter have gold?"

"He...should have..." The boy's eyes were blank.

"Well, let's order a recipient to pay." The girl said cheerfully, "Give me the letter and the recipient's name, and there is still a time limit."

The boy opened his eyes wide: "Does the recipient pay? Is that okay?"

"Why not? I also sent a divorce certificate worth 50,000 taels of gold - of course, the recipient paid for it. You didn't see the Huaxinlang's expression at that time. Haha, it was so wonderful that he was forced to jump off the cliff by my debt!" The girl proudly showed off the good things she had done to the boy.

"This is simply your teaming up to blackmail others." The boy muttered softly.

The girl narrowed her eyes and said, "What are you talking about? I didn't hear it clearly. Do you want to send your letter or not? If not, I will leave?"

The boy thought about it and stretched out his hand to her and said, "I'm going to send him a message and tell him..."

"Dean, do you really have to reduce the medical expenses of the patient with 19 beds?" The surgeon asked carefully. This is really not like the dean's usual style. The boy's family did not come to the media and did not ask for help from the society. Even if he reduced or exempted medical expenses, it would not bring any benefits to the reputation of the hospital. The dean usually talks about the word "interests".

The gray-haired dean leaned against the window and jumped out. After a long time, he nodded and said, "Yes..."

"But such a large amount..."

The dean thought for a long time before answering the question and said, "Xiao Xu, last night, I had a dream of a winged woman and sent me a letter asking me to help this child..."

When the dean was old, he began to believe in strange power and chaos. After karma, such an idea immediately came to his subordinates.

Do you know who sent the letter? It turned out to be me, it's me! You don't know, in fact, I had this disease when I was a child. This disease is good, but because there is no money, I watch it go to death day by day. One of my parents died of overwork and the other committed suicide in despair. Later, a pair of kind-hearted old people paid for me to treat my illness and adopted me. I survived and had a chance to get a good education.

When I was lying ill**, I swore more than once in my heart that if I can grow up, I must be a good doctor. I will treat those children in the same situation and don't want their money so that their families will no longer face the same situation as me. However, I forgot... I don't know when I forgot all this and forgot all about it... All I have left in my heart the interests of the hospital... Last night, in my dream, I received my own letter. When I was a child, I scolded me... That's settled. You can do it. ......“

It's really strange to be scolded in a letter in a dream...

The dean shook his head and looked out of the window with a smile.

It has been decided that fixed funds will be allocated every year to help such sick families, even for a dream when I was a child.

The subordinates went out one after another, and they still didn't agree with the dean's decision. The dean studied abroad when he was young. After returning to China, he had a national reputation for his superb medical skills. After middle age, he founded this private hospital. Now the hospital has grown to the scale of a large state-owned hospital. The dean is blameless in terms of medical skills, character and ability, but he takes the word interests too seriously and does not do anything useless in his life. If the patient pays a penny less, he will also watch the other party die at the door. However, the price of his hospital is fair and the price of medicine is low, so he is not accused of poor medical ethics. Unexpectedly, when he is old, he also found that a soft-hearted day, it seems that no matter how highly educated he is and how scientific he is engaged in, when he is old, he will involuntarily be afraid of the Buddha.

"I sent a letter to myself, and found a messenger specially. He also said that the fee should be paid in gold and asked me to pay... When did I have such a good imagination..." The dean looked out of the window and said to himself.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang: "I'm... wife, what's the matter? What, the thief... what did he lose? Didn't you hurt anyone? ...As long as people are fine, money is everything outside the body... Call the police, report it, I'll go back right away... Gold necklaces, gold rings, gold ingots? Are these things missing? Strangely, there is a passbook of tens of thousands of yuan in my drawer... No, no, it's not private money... Anyway, I'll go back immediately..."

He hurriedly hung up the phone and went out. In the corner under his desk, a few small "stones" were emitting charming light in the sun...