The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Yes, life has to go on.

Only then did everyone remember that they were still holding the food they had been thinking about for several days, and the room became lively again.

Lu Mingzheng's letter goes on to talk about some of his life and work, and then he says that he is looking forward to the fragrance of fruits filling the forest farm next year.

"Will he come back next year?" Yang Aijun asked expectantly.

Xie Chengzhi nodded: "He said he would follow up on the breeding base project, and he should come back."

After hearing him finish his confession, everyone was still unsatisfied, and a few people went to take a look at Zhu Xiaomin.

She still has one there.

Zhu Xiaomin glared: "Eat quickly, there is still soup in the pot, clean it up after eating, maybe it will be used over there, otherwise we will quarrel again."

Over there, it refers to Shi Meijun and Nie Yifei.

Song Zhian waved his hand: "We saw them in the town, and they probably won't come back soon."

"Well, I saw them going out." Xing Qingsheng nodded.

Miao Shiwen was surprised: "The market in the town ended at noon. They came back from gathering, and it's time for them to come back."

Yang Aijun pouted: "Whatever."

Song Zhian said: "Maybe we went to the county. We saw them as soon as we came out of the post office in the morning. We didn't see them again after the supply and marketing cooperative cut the meat."

There is only one street in the town. It takes more than ten minutes to walk back and forth. If you are all shopping in Jishang, there is no reason why you will not encounter it again.

Miao Shiwen nodded: "Then don't worry. It turns out that although Shi Zhiqing broke up with us, he is still an educated youth. Now that they are married and have established another household, they have nothing to do with us."

Everyone nodded and agreed, but the topic of the other letter was changed.

It wasn't until she finished her meal and returned to the house that Zhu Xiaomin took out the letter, read it briefly, and couldn't help but laugh.

Miao Shiwen was sitting by the window mending clothes. He glanced at her and couldn't help but laugh: "Lu Mingzheng wrote a letter to you specifically. Is there anything we can't hear? Can you tell me?"

They say you can’t listen, but you still have to say it and listen.

Wang Xiaoya started laughing, and even Zhang Qiaomei couldn't help but curl her lips.

Zhu Xiaomin said helplessly: "What can it be? It means that he saw something interesting during his business trip, and he also said that he asked me to hide the dirty pan for my own use." He curled his lips and said, "He put it in a bag It’s mailed here, how can I hide it?”

What's funny is that although the content of the two letters does not overlap, the style is exactly the same. There is no sweet talk in the content of the letter, and there is no fear of others seeing it.

Since there is nothing that cannot be read, why write a separate letter.

Miao Shiwen didn't seem to believe it was just these contents. He put down the needle and moved forward, took a few glances, and couldn't help but laugh: "How is this the same? He didn't tell us about the Northeastern Flower Jacket, nor did he say about Errenzhuan, he just Tell us you brought nuts."

To put it simply, the letters he wrote to everyone were like chatting with friends and talking about his work and life, while the letters to Zhu Xiaomin were in a down-to-earth manner. There were indeed no sweet words between the lines, but they were There is also some intimacy everywhere.

Such words are obviously not deliberately written to please the girl you like, but a touch of intimacy from the heart.

Zhu Xiaomin pursed her lips, and it was difficult to express the emotion in her heart.

In the last life, she and Lu Mingzheng had a bad start. After getting married, although they both tried hard, they both used their own ways to maintain their marriage, but they never opened their hearts or entered each other's hearts. , and finally got stuck in a vicious cycle, causing all efforts to fail.

Later, when they gave up their efforts, the marriage existed in name only. It was not until she knew the truth that he had sacrificed her life. Under a double blow, she tried to recall every bit of him, only to realize that she had never really understood him.

After that, her career got better and better. It was not that there were no men by her side. However, people of that era were no longer willing to express their wishes in such a slow way as writing letters. Even if they sent words, they would no longer It's such a subtle way.

At this moment, Zhu Xiaomin actually felt like a little girl who had never been in love, a little hesitant, a little confused, a little happy, and a little overwhelmed.

Seeing that she was lost in thought while holding the letter, Miao Shiwen pushed her: "If you want to reply to the letter, you should write it today. Tomorrow Wu Xulin and others are going to send something to him, so I will help you take the letter away, otherwise in this snowy day, I have to run again.”

reply?

Zhu Xiaomin came back to her senses, said "Ah", thought about it and nodded, "Yeah, okay."

But I took out the pen and paper and turned the pen around several times, but I didn't know how to start writing.

In her two lifetimes, she had only written business letters to Lu Mingzheng... Even in her last life, she would send a telegram if something happened, but not contact him if nothing happened. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known about his sacrifice for so many years.

Miao Shiwen was sewing for a while, then raised his head to look at her. When he saw the twelfth eye, he finally couldn't help laughing, shook his head and muttered: "That's right, you usually look like you have a big chest." , It’s like facing an elder who has a successful career, and now he finally looks like a little girl.”

Does she usually act like an elder?

Does she look like it?

Zhu Xiaomin had no choice but to push the paper down and shook her head: "How about I just tell you that you received the letter?"

In her previous life, when she saw something written by others, her reply would often only consist of a few words, such as "agree", such as "no", such as "read"...

"Pfft!" Miao Shiwen couldn't help laughing, reached over to push her, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, tell me, do you like him?"

like or not?

Zhu Xiaomin was a little stunned. She raised her head and stared at an unknown place in front of her, lost in thought.

Like it?

When she thinks of Lu Mingzheng, her memories are always mixed with that painful memory, their quarrels and cold wars, and that hopeless marriage.

Don't like it?

However, every time she saw that man, besides her self-warning, she was also mixed with too much heartache and guilt.

She hoped that he would be safe and smooth in this life, so after her rebirth, she had been quietly monitoring Nie Yifei's every move, and quietly eliminated Nie Yifei's plot for him, allowing him to return to the city smoothly.

She has already thought about letting go completely in this life, no longer being a fetter to him, and letting him have a brand new life.

However, when he was coveted by other women, she felt a little uncomfortable, always feeling that her things were being missed by thieves.

What a contradiction.

Seeing her, Miao Shiwen was still in a daze, and came up with an idea: "Otherwise, can you also tell us what happened here in the past two months?"

Zhu Xiaomin pouted: "Where we are? Apart from the marriage of those two people, Lu Mingzheng can think of everything else."