A letter from a strange man

Zhang Hui rarely worked overtime, he drove to Q University, he wanted to get back the postcard that Jing Ling sent him, whether it was still there or not, he had to go there.

Ten years ago, the business of the postal service of Q University was quite good. Although at that time, it was popular to send emails and text messages, and there were also various forums such as QQ, but there were still a little more people writing letters than at this time.

In the past ten years, the store has not changed its location, and it seems that there have been some changes, but he can't remember the specific changes.

When he walked in, there were only one or two classmates who seemed to be picking up the courier. He asked the little girl behind the counter who seemed to be working part-time: "Hello classmate, where can I pick up postcards and letters?"

The little girl was playing with her mobile phone, but when she heard the words, she raised her head to look at Zhang Hui's face, feeling a little shy, brushed her hair back unnaturally, and said, "Sir, it's in the box on the wooden table over there."

Zhang Hui smiled politely: "Thank you."

There are quite a lot of letters in the wooden box, Zhang Hui searched slowly and carefully, hoping to see his name among these letters.

He flipped through for a long time but didn't see it, but he still patiently looked at the covers one by one.

The part-time girl suddenly approached him, and asked him with some embarrassment: "Do you need help, sir?"

The business in the store does not seem to be busy, and there are still only a few people who come to send and pick up the courier.

Zhang Hui shook his head and declined her kindness, and suddenly remembered something and asked her: "What will happen to the letter if no one takes it?"

The little girl thought for a while: "There will be no letters or postcards that will not be taken away. Even if they are not taken away, they will be placed here."

Zhang nodded back to express his understanding, and the little girl clapped her hands as if thinking of something again: "Actually, I don't know too well. I haven't been here for a long time. I'll go and ask our boss for you!"

Zhang Hui smiled and nodded: "Thank you, I'm sorry."

The little girl waved heartily: "You're welcome!"

Zhang Hui flipped through it again while waiting, he was afraid that he hadn't read it carefully enough and missed it, and then an elderly man stood in front of him.

"Is your name Zhang Hui?" The man suddenly opened his mouth and asked directly without greeting.

Zhang Hui was a little surprised, this should be the boss, he stood up politely, looked at the boss and said, "Yes, I am, do you know me?"

The boss shook his head, then took another deep look at him: "Come with me."

So he went into the back room with the man, and the man took out a bundle of postcards from a cabinet on a certain floor, patted the dust on the top layer, and smiled complicatedly when he handed it to him: "You are finally here." , I thought I couldn't wait for this Mr. Zhang Hui."

"I thought no one would come to pick them up. For the past two days, I was still wondering if the day is approaching. This year's ones should be mailed over."

Zhang Hui looked at him gratefully: "Thank you for helping me keep them, they are very important to me."

The boss lit a cigarette, as if remembering: "Actually, I don't know when I found them. The letters in the box have been taken away intermittently, and it just sits there alone."

"One day I couldn't stand it anymore. It was so pitiful. No one received my wishes, and I don't know how many years they have been there. I will help you put them away first."

He puffed out his cigarette thoughtfully, and then continued: "Later, I gradually discovered the pattern. At this time of every year, that person will definitely send it, and no one will take it away."

Zhang Hui couldn't express it in words. His fingers cherished those precious letters, and his heart ached again. He didn't know how many thanks he had said.

The boss smiled at him: "I finally waited for you to come. I thought I would wait forever. I have been here for more than [-] years, and I have helped send and receive so many letters. This is the one that worries me the most. For a long time, I am afraid that one day I will quit, and no one will come to pick up these letters.”

"Don't tell me, you really took it away. I don't know why, but my heart seems to be empty."

Zhang Hui smiled, and stuck the postcards that had been stained with time to his chest, his heart was full.

Before leaving, the boss asked him: "Has the kid who wrote to you always liked you?"

"He's my lover now."

Zhang Hui still wrapped up those postcards, and put them in his coat pocket with great care.

"It's great, lovers finally get married, and the child's infatuation has not been let down." The boss said with emotion.

Zhang Hui said solemnly: "Never."

How could he be willing to live up to it?

He would spend all the time and love of the rest of his life answering all the letters he had written to him over the years.

The author has something to say

At this juncture, I still want to say something sincerely: Thank you for the little cutie who followed the article all the way.This story may soon say goodbye to everyone.Although I did not write this story too long, the story it tells is very long, and there are many things I want to say, but because of my limited ability, I can't express it in a comprehensive way. I am very sorry to say it.It's really sad, I never even thought that one day I would finish it.This is the first time I have written a story in its entirety, and it is also the first time I have sent it out. I have given something, but I have gained more.But there is a beginning and an end. It is fate to come here and get to know each other. I cherish and be grateful.Just like the sentence in the text: Where in life do you not meet each other.I look forward to having you in the next story, and please bear with me if this article is not well written.Again, I love you.