Like a swallow returning to its nest

Fang Jian took this photo out of the album and brought it back to her room to replace the photo with her parents and sister on the bedside table.

The old photos are locked face down in the drawer, and the new photos are placed in a wooden frame, where they can be seen every morning when they wake up.

Fang Jian thought hard, thought hard, but still got nothing.

My memory is fading badly. Many times when I walk down the street and meet acquaintances to say hello, I feel dazed and sad when I meet those smiling unfamiliar faces.

She really can't remember.

But it doesn't matter, when she finds those letters, she will know everything, Xiao Lai will tell her about the past bit by bit.

Of course, don't be too anxious, happiness is short-lived, and she will slow down the process of finding happiness.The correspondence with Xiao Lai is likely to be in a corner of this room, but she still chooses to put it last, starting from the room of her grandparents, slowly opening the drawer, and the movements of searching are extremely gentle.

Even so, this small bedroom was quickly stolen, and Fang Jian put the messed up books back: "I'll look for it tomorrow and rest."

Grandma also said: "Okay, look for it slowly, don't be in a hurry, it will be boring if you find it all at once."

Back in the room, she wanted to send a message to Xiao Lai, but after thinking about it, Fang Jian sat down at the desk, found the colorful Candy House notebook from her student days in the drawer, and wrote to her.

Those unspeakable past and present can be written on paper without burden.

Lai:

After you left in the morning, I woke up in the afternoon and identified flowers and plants in the community according to the map. There are many Magnolia trees in the community. The leaves of this tree are big and thick. The front is dark green and shiny, and the back is matte grass green. The map According to the above, the flowering period of Guangyulan is from April to June, and it has not bloomed now.

I used to only know that it has bowl-sized flowers hidden in the crown of the tree. The flowers are very fragrant, but they are not easy to see and are very mysterious. I didn't know that its name is Magnolia magnolia.

The name Guangyulan fits it well.

There are also many dahlias of different colors in the flower bed, Compositae plants, with many and dense petals, the flowering period is from June to December, and now is their flowering season.

Dahlia has no fragrance, and the whole plant has a slightly astringent and bitter smell, which I quite like.

oh!Yes, I remembered that it is a plant of Compositae, so the taste is very close to that of chrysanthemums. Grandma planted a lot of chrysanthemums on the roof. Among them is a small white chrysanthemum. When it blooms every autumn and winter, grandma collects them and puts them on the iron stove. Dry and put in paper bags.

I'll also send you a little white chrysanthemum for soaking in water.Don't get angry.

This atlas is quite interesting, and I have read the comic strips. I haven't found your letters yet, but I'm sure they must be somewhere in this house, waiting to be discovered.

I didn't interrupt the communication on purpose, it may be because of moving, blame my dad.I haven't figured out where to start writing about my business. Now I prefer to recall our childhood, but there is a high probability that I can't remember it. I have taken too much medicine.

I only know where I went to school, and I only remember the road from school to home. People are countless vague shadows, events are a vague feeling, and they are fading every day.

I wrote to you again, will you write back to me?looking forward to your reply.

In the morning of the next day, Fang Jian delivered the letter, comics and Xiaobaiju together to Xiao Lai, and the package in the city should arrive within the same day.

Holding a pen to contemplate and expressing love to words, how many people still write letters in today's advanced communication world?Letters still have places to go, and it is the rarest thing to have someone who is willing to correspond with you.

After lunch, Fang Jian strolled downstairs for a while, and got to know several common flowers and trees, listened to the old man playing the saxophone at the entrance of the Senior Activity Center, went home before dinner, and continued looking for letters after dinner.

At eight o'clock in the evening, only under the bed was left untouched. She bent down and saw the dusty biscuit box at the end of the bed among the debris.

Pull out the biscuit box with a clothes rail, wipe off the floating dust with a rag, and Fang Jian washes her hands again before opening the lid.

Two stacks of kraft envelopes were neatly stacked, and the biscuit box was well sealed. An aroma of old paper and pen ink overflowed from the box, filling the nostrils. Fang Jian took a few deep breaths.

This is the real history, the past of her and Xiao Lai, they actually have so many letters...

All of them were sent from Taoyang Town, Taoyang County. The handwriting on the envelope did not look like a child's, only the crooked "Jiang Xiaolai" on the signature was written by herself.

Yes, judging from the photos, Xiao Lai should have just entered elementary school at that time, and he could not read much.

Fang Jian was not in a hurry to open it, and the date was marked on the back of the envelope. The earliest one she found was in the summer 14 years ago, when she was ten years old and in the fourth grade of elementary school.The last letter was in September a year later. During this year, Xiao Lai wrote 23 letters to her in total.

It is unimaginable that these 23 letters have been lying in the biscuit box for so long, under the bed, so close.

She released Xiao Lai's pigeons for 13 years, and Xiao Lai waited for 13 years but still did not get her reply...

Maybe 24 letters, the last one had to be returned because no one checked it.

Can the nine-year-old Jiang Xiaolai reach the mailbox?She wandered around the street all day with her schoolbag on her back. When she saw the postman uncle in green uniform, her eyes suddenly widened and brightened. She jumped anxiously and shouted: "Uncle, do you have a letter from me? My name is Jiang Xiaolai, Jiang Xiaolai Lay's letter."

The postman uncle squinted his eyes and thought about it, and turned the dark green canvas bag hanging behind his buttocks in front of him. Xiao Xiaolai jumped up and down with joy. The uncle handed over the letter and told her that the letter had been returned, and no one had signed for it at the original address. .She instantly lost face.

Fang Jian imagined her angry appearance, holding the letter and walking home with tears in her eyes, kicking away the pebbles on the side of the road, punching the sky and the ground, throwing herself into the arms of her father or brother, letting go of her voice and howling until the sky was dark land.

Xiao Lai was heartbroken, Jian Jian's sister moved and did not leave her a new address, and her sister didn't have her in her heart at all.

When they first met, Xiao Laiming secretly reminded her that she didn't even notice.

Fang Jian was too dull.

The letter paper was crisp and yellow, with an ancient paper-specific aroma. Fang Jian returned to the desk with the biscuit box in her arms, and carefully unfolded the letter.

The letter paper is a workbook she got from no one knows where, it is covered with red bars, and there is a row of red Song type characters at the top: Taoyang Town No. [-] Middle School.

"Gei Fang Jian's Wind Letter"

Dear Jane Fang:

Hello there!

This is a letter I wrote to you, the words are so difficult to write, let me draw a picture for you.

At the bottom of the page is a children's stick figure.

A big tree with simple and scribbled lines, two small flowers bloom on the left and right sides of the grass under the tree, there are clouds in the sky, the sun, and a bird bigger than the sun, two stickmen holding hands under the tree, the heads of the stickmen A small flower bloomed on each of them.

This is the letter that eight-year-old Jiang Xiaolai wrote to her.

I don't know how the ten-year-old Fang Jian felt when she opened this letter. The 24-year-old Fang Jian only felt that the information was pitiful, and she wanted to say more to the nine-year-old Xiao Lai.

The 24-year-old Fang Jian is sure that the ten-year-old Fang Jian must also think that she talks too little.

But she has worked very hard, she only knows a few words, and she has already drawn pictures for you, what else do you want?

Fang Jian opened the second letter again, which was the reply to yesterday's letter.

Dear Jane Fang:

Hello there!

I learned a few more words, I'm so badass, let me draw for you.

The following is another children's stick figure. The only difference from the previous one is that there is an extra small house, which should be something she has learned newly.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

Fang Jian let out a long sigh, Jiang Xiaolai, this is somewhat perfunctory.

There was no reply, and Fang Jian was not in a hurry to dismantle it. There was always a back and forth, and I couldn't believe that the rest were all stick figures. The ten-year-old Fang Jian was not so easy to pass!

The next morning, Fang Jian was still sleeping in. When she received a call from the courier, she hurriedly put on her clothes and ran downstairs. As expected, it was Xiao Lai who sent it to her. The box was as big as a computer mainframe, and it was very heavy.

Fang Jian was so excited, Xiao Lai sent her something, I hope it wasn't the clothes, shoes and socks she left at home over there!It's not impossible, Jiang Xiaolai is very angry.

Fortunately not, there was a kraft envelope wrapped in a plastic bag in the box, and the rest was full of peaches, neatly packed in corrugated paper, and covered with a layer of foam net.

There are two letters, one with black moldy spots, and the other is very new, a page torn from a notebook at random—the peaches sent by my father are juicy peaches grown on the mountain in my home, very soft , Don’t chew your gums, the last batch of this year, and it will be gone soon after the season.Say hello to grandparents for me.

Fang Jian quickly unfolded the second letter, which was still a thick stack of matts.

Lai:

Hello there!

I received your letter, I saw your painting, I think it is very good, I have a little suggestion, I hope you can accept it.

This suggestion is: you can find someone to write the letter for you, that is, you read it and the other party writes it, so that you can write down everything you want to say to me.

This came to my mind suddenly. It occurred to me that you may have many unfamiliar words in the letter I wrote. You are so smart that you should find someone to read the letter for you, so you can definitely ask the other party to write the letter for you.

Because I found that the address on the envelope and your name are not written by the same person.

Xiao Lai, I want to talk to you more, I am lonely, I only feel happy when I write to you, because I know you will read my letter seriously.

Xiao Lai, I've been scolded all the time recently, I'm so tired of it, my father is too strict with me, last Saturday I escaped back to my grandma's house, I didn't come out for two whole days, my father didn't come to look for me, I'm happy He didn't come, and I was sad that he didn't come, and I felt that he didn't really care about me.

Lai, I miss you so much, do you miss me?I really want to be with you. I asked my dad if you have a chance to come to Nanzhou to go to school. Dad said it is impossible. Uncle Jiang wants to patrol the mountains and will not come to Nanzhou. And you are Uncle Jiang’s baby , he is reluctant to let you leave her.

I just found out that my father had discussed with your father about sending you to study in Nanzhou, but your father refused.Xiao Lai, I am both happy and sad. I am glad that your father dotes on you very much, but also sad that we cannot be together.If we can be together, I have nothing to fear.

Xiao Lai, I miss you very much, I hope you can write me more, I want to know, what happened around you, is it fun on the mountain?Autumn is coming soon, you should wear more clothes, don't catch a cold!

Xiao Lai, you must write more!looking forward to your reply!

really.

Read this eloquent article, and then look at Jiang Xiaolai's extremely perfunctory children's pencil drawings.

Jiang Xiaolai also said that he is a dog licker and loves to be cheap, who is more licking!

The author has something to say:

I am tired today, I will write less today, and try to write more tomorrow!

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