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"Who is it addressed to? What is it written in?"

Yan Huai'en smiled, handed the brown envelope to Yao An, and said, "Please."

"Suspicious." Yao An narrowed his eyes.

When he asked this question the night before, Yan Huai'en also smiled, and the smile lasted until he walked to the bridge with two pieces of watermelon that he had given to Yan Muchun, and tilted his head at him.

Yan Huai'en is so good, she's still hiding it.

Yao An shook his head, tapped Yan Huai'en's nose in the air, and bowed his head willingly to run errands for the messenger.

He didn't take good care of the envelope for Yan Huaien.

Yao An was holding the faucet of the bicycle with both hands, Yao Jianqi was holding the back of his vest, and he was biting the envelope in his mouth. When he rode to the village head, there was already a ring of teeth marks with saliva on the bottom.

"It will work anyway."

Yao An slapped the envelope with such a big heart.

He and Yao Jianqi sat in the same place, under a big banyan tree, with their backs against the huge and rugged tree crown, each tasting the ice cream in their mouths.

Yao Jianqi didn't have much appetite today, half of it was in the box, and he turned to look at Yao An.

"I know, I know." Yao An put the envelope on Yao Jianqi's lap, took the box of ice cream, and cut a spoonful into it.

Yao Jianqi turned the envelope over and touched the words on it.

The indentation of the paper is very shallow, but the strength of the pen holder is not strong enough, but the stroke of the pen is full of the flexibility and sharpness of the calligraphy practiced all the year round.

"Can you read?" Yao An asked while eating.

Yao Jianqi didn't know many characters, but it happened that almost all of these characters hit his blind spot, so he shook his head.

"What about you?" Yao Jianqi asked.

It was rare for him to ask a question, and Yao An happily replied, "Of course I recognize it!"

It's just that his complacency didn't last long before it turned off.

"I've never heard of this place," Yao An squeezed his chin, "The recipient... Song? Pinyin or English?"

"..."

Yao An was very inquisitive, and wanted to ask the adults in the canteen with it, but there was a copper bell ringing from the long road, and a green postman on an old-fashioned bicycle drove up.

Yao An brushed away the hanging tree whiskers, and walked to the road: "I want to send a letter!"

The postman stopped the car, glanced at the envelope, and pasted four yellow kite stamps, as if he was afraid that it would not be delivered.

A scuffed and faded bag was hung on the front beam of the car, and a large sack fell from one side. The postman threw the envelope into the left-hand pocket, rang the bell and walked away.

Yao An stared blankly for a while before realizing that it was time to go home and push the bicycle.

When he controlled Yao Jianqi to sit up, he suddenly asked, "You also came from a long way away?"

Yao Jianqi raised his head, this was the first time Yao An asked about his past.

"I heard from my dad that you used to live in the United States."

Yao An kicked the pedal, and it was the first time he uttered the last two words, a name from a foreign land.

"Can you speak the language there? What do foreigners look like? Is it better there?" Yao An asked a lot, he was really curious, maybe it was Yan Huai'en's anonymous letter that opened his eyes to the outside world Gazing, it may also be that he was carrying such and such questions in his heart, and finally waited for the appropriate context.

But until Yao An sat on the car mat and turned around, Yao Jianqi continued his silence.

Is it too much to ask in one breath...

Also, how could he expect Yao Jianqi to answer them one by one.

Yao An shook his head, holding the failed question mark, put Yao Jianqi's hand on his back, and prepared to ride home.

"Do not."

The wheels were already rolling forward, and a small voice floated over.

"what?"

Yao An was pedaling his bike, listening in a daze.

Yao Jianqi closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yao An hastily turned his head twice, it was also strange, it was obviously a sentence without beginning and end, but it pricked him like a thin needle.

The back of the clothes seemed to be clenched tightly.

Yao An slowed down the speed of the car, thinking whether to stop for a while, his eyes suddenly froze.

A black figure hovered beside the banyan tree where Cai Cai and Yao Jianqi sat.

The figure bent its back, sniffing the tree roots like a dog, its body twisted inconceivably, as if trying to find something by following the smell.

His face emerged from behind the tree canopy, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, crawling over the dry white spittle of yesterday, or even many days ago.

"Hey! Crazy Liu, go away!"

The owner of the commissary came out, raised the broom as if to drive him away twice, and was afraid of touching him, so he waved the broom on him and put it back on the spot again.

Crazy Liu staggered around, and stood up against the tree trunk like a worm. His eyes were cloudy and embarrassing, and the dirt on his eyelids made it difficult for him to even open them.

When his line of sight stretched to the bicycle wheel not far away, he suddenly became focused, and his cracked face was instantly filled with a grinning grin.

"found it."