563 "family letter"

What is she going to write about this question? Amo?

Think about it and write it directly from the beginning...

"Seeing the letter is like meeting. After many years, there has been no communication, and I miss you very much..."

Think about it, this is the first time to write to him.

The past came up like a tide, but it was neither impatient nor messy. The soft tip of the pen moved lightly on the paper, and the not beautiful but very neat words slowly spread out one by one, one by one, brought her to the intoxicating night of candlelight.

"Your handwriting is too bad..."

She heard the man say in her ear.

"Mom, what are you writing?" The two little guys lying quietly at the table finally couldn't help asking.

"Write that we live a good life. Mao Mao and Doudou are very obedient and miss him very much..."

The two smiled at each other. Mao Mao saw the small doorhole opened by Doudou and touched her mouth sadly: "Does it hurt?"

Doudou bit his little finger.

So the two quarreled for a while and then calmed down.

"Mom, you have never told us what Dad looks like?"

"Yes, what does Dad look like?"

What if my father comes back and I don't recognize him? I must be the first person to call my father. Don't let Mao Mao (doudou) take the lead. Dad will definitely love the first person to jump into his arms. Unlike my mother, he will be biased towards Doudou!

"He..."

A pair of ink phoenix-like eyes involuntarily appeared in front of him, which were a little gorgeous and elegant. When they lifted their eyelashes, they stunned thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

It's strange that after all these years, she can still remember him clearly, as if she had never left, as if he was by his side...

"I'm very tall..."

"How high is it?"

"A head taller than my mother..."

"It's so high," the two looked at each other and looked happy: "Is that father fat?"

"No fat. Very thin, no, very strong..."

They look at each other... I don't know much about the word "strong" yet.

"The shoulders are wide and the arms are very strong, which can protect Mao Mao and Doudou..."

I'm happy this time.

"Mom, is Dad a good-looking birth?" Doudou always seems to be interested in beautiful things.

"Well, it's very beautiful. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than him..."

Wow... The eyes of the two can already be heartless.

"Mom, who is more like my father, my sister and I?"

"I'm my sister!"

Bang!

Mao Mao didn't cry by this slap, just looking forward to looking at Luo Wen'er.

Luo Wener smiled and touched Doudou's head: "Doudou is more like a mother!"

"Ha!" Mao Mao immediately laughed wildly, crossed his waist, and his chin was about to go up to the sky.

Luo Wener restrained her smile, stinky boy, what do you mean?

Mao Mao began to hum... Finally, he defeated Doudou!

Doudou pushed him angrily: "Mother is the most beautiful person! Look at this come and go, how many of them are more beautiful than their mothers? The mother of sweet potatoes has been coated with powder all day, but she can't even compare with one side of her mother. Mother is beautiful and deserves to be a fox!"

Hmm???

Luo Wen'er looked at her daughter with the highest honor... Fox spirit?

"Foxes are the best at seducing men. Imagine, if the foxen is not beautiful, will men like it? And I have found out a long time ago, but any man who sees his mother can't help looking at it..." Doudou is still explaining proudly: "Doudou is born like his mother, and Doudou will also be a fox spirit in the future..."

"Doudou," Luo Wener's face was already ugly: "Who told you this?"

"Sister Wanying," Doudou grabbed the small mirror and looked at it. Seeing that a front tooth was missing, his eyes were dark, and he was soon happy: "Sister Wanying said that 'fox spirit' is to praise beauty!"

Wanying, is this how you usually educate your children?

Seeing that she stopped writing, the two rushed up again: "Mom, have you finished writing?"

"Mom, I also want to talk to my father..."

"I also want to..."

Luo Wener rubbed her eyebrows with a headache and raised her pen again: "What do you want to say?"

"Maomao misses my father very much, more than my sister!"

Pa.

"Doudou misses his father more than his younger brother!"

"Maomao has been thinking about my father for a long time, just like... the Milky Way..."

"Dou has been thinking about my father for a long time, just like two galaxies..."

"I have three..."

"I have four..."

"I have five..."

Luo Wener rubbed her forehead.

"Mom, do you think Dad can receive this letter?"

"Mom, do you think Dad will write back to us?"

"Mom, what did you say in the letter? Will he think about Doudou (hairy)?

"Mom, when will you send the letter?"

"Mom, should Dad come back after receiving the letter?"

......

It was not until night that the two closed their mouths and lay tiredly**.

There is still a smile on the corners of your lips. Are you looking forward to the future?

Luo Wener couldn't help touching their little brains, but saw Doudou squeaking her little mouth and muttered, "Mom, do you like Dad?"

The room is very quiet, but the candle flame jumps quietly.

Doudou fell asleep again. Just now, it's just a dream.

Luo Wener covered the two people with a quilt, put down the mosquito net, blew out the light, and slowly walked to her room.

Sitting at the table and spreading the paper.

The pen was dipped in thick ink. After a while, Fang wrote on the paper: "Love my wife, you are like meeting..."

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"Sin, my father wrote to me!"

"Sin, my father wrote!"

Even the open carved door was hit by two little guys, shaking a string of glazed wind bells on the window lattice.

The little guy held the letter, competed with each other, and went far away like a hot wheel.

Wanying looked at Luo Wener with a gentle smile suspiciously and went to chase the two children.

In just one afternoon, almost everyone who knew Mao and Doudou knew that their father, who had been far away from home for four years, had sent a letter to them.

They really want to know what is written in the letter. It should be that the two children stuffed white paper into the envelope to fool people.

A person has disappeared for so long. How can there be news?

These two children followed their mother, which is very ghostly!

But the white envelope with elegant big characters swayed in front of their eyes and floated proudly elsewhere.

"Ky, what's written in the letter? Let Uncle Yu Jiao read it to you!"

Yu Jiao put down a plate of dumplings, wiped his hands with a towel, and said with a smile.

Where is the most people? Where can the impact be expanded the fastest?

Tianxiang Building!

So the two little guys came out of the incense shop and went straight to Tianxiang Building. They ran upstairs and downstairs, and everyone was attracted by this little red and green figure.

Zhang Shun turned his elbow into the corner, and at this time, Doudou hurriedly hid the letter behind him: "If you don't give it, Doudou hasn't read it yet! Doudou is the first to see it!"

"Maomao is the first!"

"Is it just you two who can read?" Yu Jiao bent down and deliberately tilted his head to looked at them.

Zhang Shun hurriedly pushed him aside and bowed his waist: "In this case, why don't you go back and ask your mother to read it to you?"

Yes, they just want to announce to everyone that they also have a father, and forget to see what their father wrote.

Immediately received the letter and said, "I'll go back to find my mother. When I know what my father wrote, I will come back and tell Uncle Yu Jiao."

Yu Jiao looked at the two small figures away and pushed Zhang Shun dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? It's easy to get a letter, but you block it..."

Zhang Shun looked at him with hatred: "Just your stinky brain, think about it clearly!"

Yu Jiao touched his head... What's wrong with me? Zhang Shun, you have been pretending to be bigger and bigger since you became a father, right?

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"Mother..."

"Mother..."

The two little guys came back and ran out of breath. Their little faces were white and red, but their eyes were bright and shiny.

"Mom, read it quickly, what did Dad write to us?"

Doudou took the lead in climbing up the stool.

"Doudou, come down, a girl, why are you always so naughty?"

Mao Mao lay very quietly at the table, holding his cheeks with both hands, his eyes full of expectation and a smile.

Luo Wen'er is a little doubtful whether God has reversed the gender of the two children.

"Mom, read it quickly, read it quickly!"

The children began to urge.

She cut the envelope, opened the letter paper, glanced at it, and blushed slightly: "Dad said that he is doing well now and the business is very smooth. He miss Mao Mao and Doudou very much. When he makes more money, he will come back to see you. You have to listen to your mother, otherwise your father will not bring you gifts.

The two looked at each other in con'ssment: "Just say these two words?"

Luo Wener nodded and was ready to end the work.

"But," Mao Mao looked at the thick hull: "So many pieces of paper and so many words, how can it be just these two sentences?"

Luo Wen'er was slightly annoyed.

Her son is more and more good at doing things right with her!

Doudou also helped: "Yes, did Dad say a lot, but I don't think it's suitable to read it to us? Mother, read it, even if Dad scolds us, we will be happy!"

"Mom, read it, read it..."

The two children hugged her by one arm and stuck it up with a soft little body, which was really irresistible.

She had to reopen the letter paper: "I..."

"Mother, from this thought, I recognize the second word... 'wife', this word 'ru'..." raised his little brain and looked at her with a sly smile.

Maomao, she seems to need to teach him a lesson with a little rattan.

clear your throat: "Love your wife and Qingqing: After many years of separation, I miss you very much..."

The sun sank, and the afterglow quietly spread on the three people through the window lattice. The color was warm and the shadow was friendly, like a gentle man, holding the mother and son in his arms.

Luo Wen'er slowly read the letter, and her voice was as calm and peaceful as she touched her stomach to tell a story to her child.

That night, she was all about concocting a letter to deceive the child. Although they know that they can't read a few words, they also need to do a full set of acting. In case they are recognized by people with intentions, their previous achievements will be abandoned.

Under the candlelight, she clung to the pen and tried to imitate the man's handwriting. However, as soon as the tip of the pen fell on the paper, it began to be astringent and gradually smooth.

Lines of elegant and clear words are easily spread on paper.