It was noon, and a certain handsome guy was sticking his butt out and doing that in the office
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Da Daesheng kept his head down and scribbled and revised for a long time, and finally wrote a "concise" love letter.
The content is as follows.
My Wife Yinghong:
Seeing the words is like seeing the face!
The telegram was short and not as profound as my deepest thoughts.
When I sent this telegram, it was the 3654th minute since I was separated from you.
In these days and nights without you, I have been suffering from lovesickness all the time. Even the cruelest punishment in the world is not as painful as the pain in my heart.
If you want to know how much I miss you, then look up at the night sky on the night of the 15th. Please don’t doubt that the bright white moon and the bright stars are all because they are filled with my longing for you.
Dazzling.
Looking forward to returning.
husband, constant.
He had already written this while suppressing his passion. If he had used the ability he had when making pen pals in his previous life, it would have kept the dispatcher busy for a whole day, and he would not have been able to finish sending this letter even if he had to go to the toilet!
"It feels a bit boring." Chu Heng still picked up the manuscript paper and looked at it again and again. Finally, he carefully folded it and stuffed it into his bag, and ran out of the grain store happily.
As soon as he went out and got on his car, he rushed to the telegraph office with an eager look, as if he was rushing to an Internet cafe to chat with his online dating partner.
Sanliangdian is not far from the telegraph office. After exiting the street where the grain store is located, it is just a few turns away. No matter how slow it is, it is only ten minutes away.
Chu Heng had a turbulent journey and arrived at the place not long after.
When you open the door and enter the room, you can hear the almost constant "didi-dip-dah-dah" sound of the telegraph machine. The telegraph operators sitting behind the row of workstations at the end of the room are waving their fingers hard and busy.
It's overwhelming.
There were many people coming to send telegrams in the hall, and it was bustling and crowded.
Chu Heng ducked into the crowd, found a counter, took a telegram form from the young lady who became shy after seeing him, and ran to the corner to fill in the information.
After a while, he returned to the counter with an almost full telegram slip and handed it to the young lady again.
"Comrade, please help me calculate how much it will cost."
The young lady glanced at him shyly and stretched out her chubby little hand to take the telegram form. After she looked down for a few times, her face suddenly showed a complex expression that was a mixture of surprise, heartache, annoyance and other emotions.
: "You...you are married?"
"Can't you send a telegram to get married?" Chu Heng looked at her blankly.
"No, no, I'll just ask." The young lady shook her head regretfully, then lowered her head and continued to read the telegram. After a while, she raised her head and looked at the slut opposite with a strange expression, and asked: "Are you sure?
Do you want to send them all?"
"Why don't you send me to write it?" Chu Heng looked at the young lady with a strange look on his face.
"Oh!" Those dark eyes made the young lady's heart tremble. She lowered her eyes urgently to prevent herself from falling into it. After being silent for a while, she said: "A total of one hundred and fifty-four words, five yuan
Thirty-nine cents."
"Okay." Chu Heng quickly took out the money from his pocket, counted it, and handed over a wad of odd and round bills.
The young lady took the money, checked it, and suddenly said: "You must love your wife very much, otherwise you wouldn't be so willing to spend money on her."
What the hell kind of logic is this?
According to you, poor people are not worthy of love?
Chu Heng blinked and decided to correct the girl's misconception, so he began to preach: "This lesbian, I really disagree with your statement. There is no connection between love and money. I will give you some advice."
My lover sent this long telegram because I have money and my financial ability is enough to support me to do this. The money for sending this telegram is just a drop in the bucket to me!"
"If you look at it according to your logic, if a boy spends almost a dollar of his entire net worth to buy you a gift, does that mean he doesn't love you? Obviously not, he has devoted all his life to you.
Give it your all."
"So, to measure how much a person loves you, you can't judge it by the amount of money. You have to see how much he has paid for you!"
"I've said so much, you should be enlightened, right?"
"Oh." The young lady's eyes at him had changed from heartbeat to pity, and she even took a step back, as if she was afraid of being bitten.
There was definitely something wrong with this guy, so I asked him blindly, what was he talking to me about?
It's a pity that he is so handsome, but he turns out to be mentally ill.
This is what the young lady thought.
Someone who felt that he had successfully saved a girl who was on the verge of corruption smiled happily, took the acknowledgment receipt given by the young lady, and left the telegraph office.
On the way back, he had already begun to guess what his wife would look like when she received the telegram.
You will definitely be completely moved, right?
Will she also send me a love letter back?
This is a bit difficult. With Miss Ni's introverted personality, she would not be able to say such things under the bed.
So what will she reply to me?
How will she express her longing?
Chu Heng looked forward to it all the way and smiled stupidly. Until he returned to the grain store, he was still thinking about the telegram that had not been sent.
Sitting in the office, looking at the afternoon sun, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen in his previous life.
Love at that time was very slow, even carriages, horses and mails were slow. There was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime.
It is indeed so slow that you are unable to love another person.
However, the love at this time is so rich and colorful, which makes people's hearts full of expectations and has a long aftertaste.
It is far different from later generations, where you can have a short love affair with just a few hundred dollars, and you can have a quick encounter after chatting online for a while.
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evening.
Director Chu, who had successfully conducted a pseudo-Internet chat, was in a good mood. After get off work, he bought two crucian carps and planned to go back and make steamed fish to celebrate.
Well, as long as you are greedy, anything can become an excuse to celebrate.
"Today I drink heavily to celebrate my achievements, and I will never rest until my ambitions are fulfilled. The days ahead are long..."
Chu Heng carried the fish in one hand and pushed the cart in the other, humming a serious tune in his mouth as he staggered into the courtyard.
When he got home, he first got some water and washed himself, and then he happily found scissors and prepared to clean up the two big crucian carps that were still jumping around.
The intestines were opened, the scales were removed and the knife was changed. Just when Chu Heng was about to apply seasonings and steam it, he suddenly found that there was no soy sauce at home!
"What the hell!"
Looking at the twitching crucian carp on the plate, he chewed his teeth. Soy sauce didn't require a ticket to buy, so it wasn't something in short supply, so he didn't stock it in the warehouse. The soy sauce at home was gone.
It’s just really gone.
I had no choice but to borrow it from my neighbor.
Chu Heng found the bottle and went to Aunt Li's house next door. Unexpectedly, there was no one in her house. Although the door was open, no one was breathing.
He glanced at the soy sauce bottle close at hand on the window sill of Aunt Li's house, and left without thinking.
Although soy sauce doesn't cost much, it's absolutely forbidden to get it without the owner's permission.
After Chu Heng came out of Aunt Li's house, he glanced at Yanbu Gui's house across the street, felt in his pocket, took out two cents, and walked over unsteadily.
There’s no need to lend you the things from Old Man Yan’s house. You have to give money to buy them.
