To Your Island

Wang Jiexiang wrote the letter and put it in the envelope.

She had to go to the post office tomorrow, and she asked grandma for the stamps.

Today, because of writing letters, she slept later than usual. She touched the dark and flicked the water, brushing her teeth and washing her face in the yard.

Mom is drying clothes outside.

Wang Jiexiang went to help, smoothed the clothes, and handed them to her piece by piece.

"Mom, can I sleep with you at night?"

"I don't know how to be ashamed," my mother laughed at her: "The more I grow up, the thicker my face I can't stand you."

"Hehe." Wang Jiexiang knew that she agreed.

After washing, she happily went to her parents' room and carried her mother's pillow and quilt to her own small room.

Mother lay outside the bed and Wang Jiexiang lay inside.

She turned over and took her mother's hand.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

"The laundry touched cold water, it didn't get in the way."

Wang Jiexiang wrapped her mother's larger hand with her smaller hand, and slowly heated her hand.

"You are not in good health. Don't touch cold water. I can wash your clothes."

Mom took out her hand and patted the back of Jiexiang's hand comfortingly: "It's important for you to read."

"mom……"

Wang Jiexiang closed his eyes and smelled the good smell of his mother's hair, feeling sleepy.

"Jiang Bingbing said that people in the city have washing machines in their homes. I will buy washing machines for you when I go to the city to study and work."

"Okay," my mother chuckled softly, "Jiexiang is so sweet. It's my best sweet little treasure."

"Yeah!" Wang Jiexiang also laughed, and called, "Mom."

"what's wrong?"

She mumbled: "Tomorrow, I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep outside."

"why?"

"I don't feel at ease in my heart, I'm afraid that you will sneak away half asleep and disappear."

"Fool, where can mom go?"

Mother tucked her quilt and lay a little closer to her: "Go to sleep."

Next to his mother, Wang Jiexiang had a good night's sleep.

the next day.

Wang Jiexiang got up early.

Before school, she packed her schoolbag.

When she picked up the letter she wrote last night, she found that its color had changed.

Her envelope is yellow and the envelope in her hand is white.

Take a closer look, the letter is not her handwriting, but the handwriting looks like the "Island" handwriting she had seen before. The recipient's address was her home without a stamp.

Feeling strange, Wang Jiexiang opened the letter.

The first line of the letter made her frown: "Thank you for your letter?"

She put the letter aside.

"What? My letter was written last night and it hasn't been sent yet. How can I get a reply?"

Wang Jiexiang opened the drawer, leaned on the floor and looked for the letter she wrote.

Where the room was slapped together, she tossed over and over again, but she couldn't see it.

Wang Jiexiang had to unfold the letter on the table and read on.

[Hello, Zhanxin Zhujia:

Thanks for your letter.

I am a 17-year-old boy from the city. I am glad to meet you and become your pen pal.

The city is meaningless. Even if you want to use the method of surpassing your desire, you can't find any "loveliness" that can be used as an argument. My city life, school and cram school are two points and one line; Ma ascended to the third year of high school, and I, like the students around me, are buried in books all day long.

I don't listen to music, have no hobbies, and have nothing to do in the future.

Favorite food...I like spicy food, can it be considered a favorite food?

PS: Your composition is well written.

PPS: Regarding watermelon, perhaps you should spend more energy studying math?

(The formula and solution of the last elliptic curve math problem are detailed here)

wish

Happy life

Your pen pal: Island]

"I'm not good at math, can you find this?" Wang Jiexiang rubbed his nose: "Island, there really is you."

However, judging by his reply, the letter she wrote last night was indeed sent to him.

It's amazing, like magic!

Wang Jiexiang glanced at the clock on the wall, there were still fifteen minutes before she went out. So she pulled off the cap of the fountain pen and hurriedly wrote him a reply.

[Hello, Zhanxin Zhujia:

No thanks for my letter.

The school and the cram school are two o'clock on the line, and you have been studying. Do you have little time to go home? I'm on the front line between school and home, and I feel that the time to go home is too short. If I can go home quickly, I can help my mother cook together, wash clothes, and help my family grow the land every day.

I like staying with my mother very much, but I also like going to school very much.

I wish I could have forty-eight hours a day.

You introduced you to me, and I also introduced myself to you.

I am a 16-year-old rural girl. I love to listen to lyrical music. My biggest hobby is eating and sleeping. I want to be a monopoly in the future. After becoming a monopoly, I will eat all kinds of food every day and sleep when I am full.

As for the food I like... I don't have any food I hate!

PS: Your letter is more serious than before.

PPS: This time the watermelon is also rounder than before.

wish

Happy life

Your pen pal hasn’t got a pen name yet]

Putting down the pen, Wang Jiexiang scratched the back of his neck, and crossed out the line of hobbies, and changed it to: The biggest hobbies are food appreciation and meditation alone.

The writing is too real, so a composition without depth will not get a high score.

When it was time to go to school, his mother urged Wang Jiexiang to go out.

She answered "coming", put the letter in the original envelope, crossed out the address, and changed it to the address of "Island".

"Will you disappear again?" Thinking about this, Wang Jiexiang clipped the letter to the first page of her language book. She put the book in her schoolbag, and she confirmed it again that it was clamped firmly and there was no possibility of throwing it out.

Riding a bicycle, Wang Jiexiang's foot pedals stomped fast, but he picked up Jiang Bingbing into the car a little later than usual.

"Yeah," Jiang Bingbing quipped her: "It's rare that the school activists didn't make it on time."

"Don't worry, I will ride fast and will not be late."

Jiang Bingbing sat firmly, and Wang Jiexiang set off immediately.

The little bicycle squeaked by her, and the bus to the school drove past them with its flute.

The bus exhausted black exhaust, and Wang Jiexiang's brain was stuck for a moment.

Somehow, she suddenly felt something wrong.

"Bingbing," she asked, "can you remember when the bus opened in our village?"

Jiang Bingbing answered vaguely: "Hmm. How many years have it been? Haven't buses always been there."

"Oh."

Wang Jiexiang thought of another weird thing and asked her casually.

"How about the pen pal you got yesterday? Did you write back to him?"

"Yes. I got a second-year high school girl. She was very curious about what the countryside is like. She asked a lot of questions in the letter. I wrote a reply at school yesterday. When will you go to the post office and take me with you? "

Jiang Bingbing's letter and pen pal seemed to have nothing unusual.

Wang Jiexiang had difficulty speaking to her.

"You finished writing the letter, that letter... hasn't been answered yet, right?"

Jiang Bingbing couldn't understand her question, Wang Jiexiang continued to add.

"I mean, the letter has to be sent to the post office, and it has to be stamped, and then it will take a few days to reach the other party. It will take time for the other party to send his letter again."

"Aren't you nonsense? Of course the letter should be stamped and go to the post office, otherwise. It is normal for us to send it to the city for half a month. I'm afraid it won't arrive in a few days."

Wang Jiexiang nodded blankly: "Okay."

Jiang Bingbing smelled the breath of gossip: "What are you doing?"

Wang Jiexiang coughed lightly, burying his little secret.

"No ah."

Inwardly, she was jumping up and down and beating the gongs and drums: Wow, I really met magic this time.