Chapter 109

Beijing, 9:15 AM.

Old Lu stood up from the chair in the guardroom, stretched his arms and legs, and began to organize a wooden rack specifically for letters and telegrams.

There were still a few letters left on it that hadn't been taken away. Old Lu specifically noted them down, waiting for the recipients to get off work and enter the door in the afternoon, when he would remind them to take the letters.

"Ring ring ring~"

At 9:25 AM, the post office's delivery man arrived at Old Lu's COFCO courtyard guardroom on time.

"Old Lu, are you free? Help me with a hand!"

The delivery man was a young guy who was smiling and chatting with Old Lu while taking the mail bag off his bicycle.

In fact, there wasn't much stuff, he just liked to chat.

Old Lu was very familiar with this monkey, so he curled his lips and said: "Where do you see me free? I'm very busy. Put the things down and get out of here! Don't be all smiles and no shape all day."

"Aiyo, if you're not free here, then there's no free place in the whole Beijing.

You sit all day, lie down all day, and get higher than my three months' salary at the end of the month... I can't be so annoying."

The delivery man handed the mail bag from the window of the guardroom, still complaining.

He was out in the wind and rain every day, with a monthly salary of 22.5 yuan, while Old Lu sat in the guardroom enjoying leisure, getting 73.6 yuan in hand every month. Isn't that annoying?

"Chen Yanhong of me? That's easy to handle!"

Old Lu rolled his eyes and pointed to his left chest: "Get a hole here, and when you get to my age, you'll definitely be able to get a hundred yuan."

"Fine, fine, fine, I can't beat you," the delivery man left hurriedly, still muttering: "I just didn't catch up with good times, otherwise I would also get a special merit to show you..."

"Go fart! Get out!"

The little delivery man jumped on his bicycle and was scared away.

He just liked to tease old guys like Old Lu to add some motivation to his boring life.

Old Lu scolded twice and still wasn't relieved, organizing letters and mail bags while muttering to himself.

"Good times? You really dare to say it, shoot your father and mother, and throw them into the pile of dead people, and see if it's still good times..."

Two minutes later, Old Lu organized the letters and mail bags, and then wrote the names of the recipients on the small blackboard outside the guardroom, reminding them to check and receive them.

This courtyard didn't let mailmen in, and he, Old Lu, wouldn't deliver letters to households. If they went missing in private mailboxes, wouldn't that cause contradictions between neighbors?

Five minutes, and Old Lu finished the most important work of his day.

He brewed a cup of tea, picked up the newly arrived newspaper, and began to enjoy his leisure.

The monkey delivery man was right; Old Lu's work was truly leisurely.

Since he took a bullet in the chest decades ago, Old Lu's body had been injured, and he had always been in a "cared for" state. He could pick any leisurely work he wanted.

But if your work is leisurely, your position won't rise. This is not to say that when he is old, he got the job of watching the door.

But don't look at this job of watching the door; there are plenty of people who are jealous.

Just a few months ago, a man named Mei came to the neighboring No. 3 courtyard, thinking he was older than Old Lu, and wanted to swap with him, letting Old Lu watch No. 3 courtyard while he watched No. 1 courtyard.

Old Lu swung a chair at that person.

"MB, you're old, you're old, what does it have to do with me? You shed sweat for XX, I shed blood!!!"

Although it was the same COFCO system courtyard, more than a hundred households lived in No. 3 courtyard, all of whom were big or small grandfathers, along with family members and relatives. The relationship was too complicated.

Even if there was nothing wrong all day, so many people who had been on the battlefield could brag more than you; is it annoying?

And his No. 1 courtyard now was completely different.

There were only eight or ten households living in it, and "the bigger the official, the less the matter," and both sides basically didn't talk to each other.

Usually, Old Lu was extremely leisurely, and he didn't get less of his share during festivals. You say let him swap with Old Mei, isn't that a fool?

Old Lu drank two cups of strong tea, spirited and bored, and his two eyes patrolled and guarded everywhere.

He was actually only responsible for the daytime, and there were special security personnel in the courtyard at night, so even if a mosquito flew by, he had to see if it was male or female.

"Leng leng leng~"

A brand-new bicycle drove out from the depths of the courtyard and stopped at the entrance of the guardroom, swaying.

The little girl on the bicycle looked at the blackboard carefully twice, then got on the bike again, and rode out of the courtyard entrance, swaying.

Old Lu watched the little girl riding the bicycle, riding back and forth on the small street outside the courtyard, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

This girl just moved in; I heard her father and mother were very capable, but it was obvious that the days of the previous few years were bitter; she didn't even know how to ride a bicycle when she first came.

【Sigh, this child's parents are really... why give her a 28-inch big bar, is a 26-inch Phoenix hard to buy?】

But bitter children also have the advantages of bitter children, which is resilience.

In the sun in midsummer, she rode for two hours, and there were two sacks on the back seat of the bike, looking at the weight, not less than a hundred jin.

This is practicing leg strength!

These two little legs are really long, straight, and strong, just like the health worker in the army back then.

Wen Wen Leyu rode the bicycle for two hours in one breath, felt hungry, and returned to her courtyard.

When passing the door, she couldn't help but look at the small blackboard again, feeling a burst of melancholy in her heart.

【It's been a few days, why hasn't the letter come yet?】

But besides melancholy, Wen Wen Leyu also had a little expectation; she could carry a hundred jin now, and after practicing for a few more days, she would definitely be able to carry Li Ye around the city.

Old Lu in the guardroom also noticed Wen Wen Leyu's look. He really wanted to tell the little girl that if there was a letter for her, he would send it to her.

But in the end, Old Lu didn't say much. People are polite, but you have to have a sense of proportion in being a person.

"Tu tu tu tu tu tu~"

A roar of a motorcycle sounded from the end of the small street, approaching quickly.

Old Lu poked his head out and found it was a green knight, the green motorcycle was tu tu tu, almost the same as the German devils in the movies.

This is the delivery man for the post office's urgent telegrams.

In the 70s and 80s, telegrams from the post office were divided into two types: one was ordinary telegrams; if you were lucky, it was sent in the morning and delivered in the afternoon, and if you were unlucky, it was delivered the next day.

But urgent telegrams were different; they had special motorcycle riders to deliver them at any time. As long as you were willing to pay, the urgent telegram fee wasn't as simple as one or two cents.

"Zhi~~"

The green motorcycle braked sharply and stopped very handsomely at the entrance of Old Lu's guardroom.

Wen Wen Leyu heard the braking sound, turned her head to look at the courtyard entrance, but the handlebar shook, and the bicycle fell to the ground.

Old Lu saw Wen Wen Leyu fall and scolded the delivery man angrily: "What are you showing off for? Do you know you scared the child?"

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The delivery man blinked and didn't dare to talk back.

The urgent telegram delivery man of this era, riding a big motorcycle and wearing goggles, was usually very arrogant, and you couldn't do this job without some connections.

But arrogance also depends on the place; at the entrance of this courtyard, you couldn't be arrogant.

"There's an urgent telegram, delivered a bit urgently, please bear with me."

The delivery man handed a telegram to Old Lu, and left after letting him sign for it.

According to the rules, urgent telegrams should be delivered to the individual, but he couldn't get in, so he could only hand it to Old Lu.

Old Lu took it and poked his head out of the guardroom, shouting at Wen Wen Leyu, who had just helped the bicycle up.

"Girl, you're surnamed Wen, right? It seems there's a telegram for your house."

Wen Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly parked the bicycle with difficulty before walking over quickly.

Taking the telegram, the cold little girl's mouth corner immediately hooked into a slight arc.

【Why so urgent? Isn't an urgent telegram expensive?】

The resentment and complaint were just for a moment, and then Wen Wen Leyu felt more comfort and joy.

She pushed the bike home in a hurry and opened the telegram after entering her room.

A five-hundred-word telegram was in front of Wen Wen Leyu, which surprised her for a long time.

This is not a telegram; you are clearly a letter!

A moment later, Wen Wen Leyu opened a locked drawer and took out a black leather diary.

On the first page of the diary, a very literary little poem was written.

On the second page, a line-by-line action memo was listed.

1: Take him to see Tiananmen, go to Houhai.

2: Take him to the National Library, Beijing Planetarium.

3: Take him to visit the City God Temple, treat him to snacks he likes to eat. (Three days)

4: Take him to the Friendship Store, send a small gift. (35 foreign exchange coupons)

6:...

Wen Wen Leyu took out a fountain pen and very seriously updated a line again under the line-by-line memo.

10: Have a good talk with him, don't allow wanton waste, learn to be frugal.

After writing this line, Wen Wen Leyu was silent for a moment, added a parenthesis after "frugal," and wrote (knowing mistakes and being able to correct them is the way of a great man) a few words,

and then the little girl nodded with satisfaction, revealed a smile again, and locked the black leather diary again.

After doing all this, Wen Wen Leyu started reading the telegram. It was strange; the moment she got the telegram, she couldn't wait to read it carefully at the courtyard entrance.

But after getting it, she became calmer and calmer.

【Classmate Xiao Yu, I'm really sorry, I went to travel through the great rivers and mountains of the motherland some time ago, and only saw your letter today...】

At the beginning of the telegram, he used a way of addressing Wen Wen Leyu that she didn't expect.

You say he is close? He calls himself a classmate; you say he is distant? He also calls himself "Xiao Yu." This... is very contradictory.

And this kind of small contradiction is not rare in the four or five hundred words of the telegram.

Wen Wen Leyu didn't even notice it herself; with the reading of the telegram, her peaceful state of mind that had just condensed rippled slightly like spring water in the warm wind.

After seeing the last sentence, Wen Wen Leyu was stunned.

"How did he know I have size 37 feet?"

It was not without reason that Wen Wen Leyu was strange.

Because in the past few years, she and her mother lived very hard, and the cloth shoes on her feet were all made by Teacher Ke for her.

This kind of cloth shoes wants to be durable, must be slightly larger, and lined with several layers of thick cloth or cotton at the front.

If it was made very fit, then it wouldn't take a month for Wen Wen Leyu's big toe to break the shoe.

So Wen Wen Leyu was very strange, how did Li Ye see through that inside her size 38 shoes was a pair of size 37 feet?

A faint blush floated on the little girl's face, like spring peach blossoms, blooming tenderly.

"Xiao Yu, are you riding a bicycle again?"

A call at the door startled Wen Wen Leyu, who didn't know how long she had been quiet.

She hurriedly put away the telegram before going out to the living room.

Teacher Ke carried a large bag of things and had just entered the door to change shoes.

Wen Wen Leyu hurriedly took it and asked casually: "Mother, why did you come back at noon?"

Teacher Ke smiled and said: "Today I went to Jianguomenwai for a meeting, bought some things by the way, and have to go back in the afternoon."

"Oh, then I'll cook, let's have tomato and egg noodles!"

"No, I bought some cooked food, let's deal with it, you try these two pairs of shoes to see which one fits, so I can take them back to exchange later."

Teacher Ke took out two shoe boxes and handed them to Wen Wen Leyu.

Wen Wen Leyu opened them and said in surprise: "High heels? Mother, why did you buy this for me?"

Teacher Ke laughed and said: "You still ask me? Yesterday Xiao Qin came over, you stared at the shoes on her feet, why did you forget today?"

"I was just looking..."

Wen Wen Leyu muttered a few words, and while trying on the shoes, she suddenly remembered a small thing.

A few months ago, one night, at the Second Grain Store in Qingshui County, Wen Wen Leyu forgot something and went back to get it.

Then she heard Jin Peng, Li Li Dayong, and Li Ye discussing the "charm of high heels" excitedly.

As a result, yesterday a childhood friend came to find Wen Wen Leyu, and she was wearing a pair of very beautiful high heels, so Wen Wen Leyu naturally looked at them a few more times.

Teacher Ke, who had always felt she owed her daughter, saw it in her eyes and bought them back today.

She bought two pairs, one size 37 and one size 38.

Wen Wen Leyu tried them on separately, and sure enough, the size 37 was the most comfortable, slightly larger, just right without squeezing the feet.

"You are so tall, and size 37 shoes are still big, that's really rare."

Teacher Ke smiled and put away the size 38 shoes to return them, and then saw Wen Wen Leyu's face was slightly red.

"What's wrong, Xiao Yu, uncomfortable?"

"No, just a bit out of breath from riding the bike."

"Oh~~"

Teacher Ke squinted at her daughter and suddenly asked: "Did Li Ye send a letter?"

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Wen Wen Leyu, who was not an opponent, was stunned for a second, smiled and said: "No, just a telegram."

"Oh~~~"

Teacher Ke dragged out the tail sound, causing her daughter to be angry.

(End of chapter)