Looking at his serious little adult appearance, Zhang Yu couldn't help but smile.
I repeatedly warned myself in my heart: Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, never laugh.
If you laugh again, you will really make people cry.
If he really cried, he would have to coax him. He didn't have that ability.
So you can’t laugh, you mustn’t laugh.
Zhang Yu endured it so hard that he even pinched his thigh secretly, trying to fight against the smile that was almost unbearable.
In the end I couldn't hold it back.
When Qi Gang wasn't paying attention, he quietly turned his back and laughed silently.
"Uncle Xiao Yu, what are you doing?" Looking at Zhang Yu who had his back turned to him, his whole body was trembling, Qi Gang thought something had happened and quickly asked with concern.
"No, it's okay. I was itchy just now, but I'll be fine now."
Zhang Yu quickly rubbed his face to relieve the stiffness caused by laughing for a long time.
Then he turned around again and explained with a slightly stiff facial expression.
Fortunately, Qi Gang is still young and cannot detect the loopholes.
Seeing that he wanted to ask more questions, Zhang Yu quickly changed the subject.
"Why did you come to see me just now?"
Although Zhang Yu's Taoism is not very deep, it is more than enough to divert a child's attention.
As soon as Zhang Yu said these words, Qi Gang slapped his forehead and said angrily: "Ah! Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot, Uncle Xiao Yu and the postman are still waiting at the door.
As for you, go quickly, go quickly!"
After saying that, he thought of the postman waiting at the door and hurriedly urged Zhang Yu to leave quickly.
In the middle, I felt that Zhang Yu’s ink was stained, so I just pulled the other hems of my clothes and ran out.
Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw the postman waiting at the door.
He remembered how Li Sheng, brother Li, the postman who was responsible for delivering letters to their neighborhood, had now turned into a young man he didn't recognize.
The young man is also very lively, and his doubts can be seen from Zhang Yu's performance.
He smiled and said: "Are you Zhang Yu? Master Li has something to do today, so I will take care of him for the whole day."
So that's it. Zhang Yu nodded at the postman, indicating that he knew him.
The postman continued: "Master Li specifically asked me to deliver your package to you when he got off work yesterday."
As he spoke, he pointed to the two oversized packages on the back seat of his bicycle.
Looking at the two packages, Zhang Yu was a little confused for a moment.
Who will send him a package at this time?
Since my father's comrades received his letter and learned that he was not short of food here, they basically no longer sent him food, but instead sent him local specialties.
And even if he was sending something, he was treating it as an exchange point.
After all, although the things he gave back were not unusual things, they were not available in some places.
So they became more and more enthusiastic about sending things to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu didn't understand his intention at first, but later he understood the matter after being reminded by his uncle.
But the packages they send are usually not too big.
Therefore, Zhang Yu was 80% sure that these two large packages were not sent by his father's comrades.
Who could that be?
The Xie family in Northeast China will basically send him things 2 to 3 times a year.
But these 2 or 3 times are basically concentrated after the autumn harvest and before the Chinese New Year. I generally don’t send anything at other times.
Even if I want to send it, it won't be so exaggerated.
But apart from these two parties, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would send him packages.
Although I was a little puzzled and curious, I couldn't wait to open it immediately to see who sent it.
However, facing the expressions of everyone in the courtyard who appeared to be working there but actually wanted to gossip, Zhang Yu hurriedly signed and delivered the package to his home.
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Seeing Zhang Yu sign his name, the young postman was about to leave.
Zhang Yu grabbed him and said to him: "You came all the way to deliver something to me, but you still have to drink some water before leaving. Come on, come on, come in with me and drink some water."
Faced with Zhang Yu's enthusiasm, the young postman waved his hands hurriedly, and then continued: "I really have something to do. There are still several letters in the car that have not been delivered. The weather is not good today and it will be cloudy soon."
Now that I'm down, I have to hurry up and finish delivering these letters before the weather changes."
Knowing that he really had something to do, Zhang Yu did not come out again. Instead, he put his hands into his pockets, and using the cover of his clothes, he grabbed a large handful of dates from the secret space and forcefully stuffed them into the young postman's backpack.
inside.
After watching the young postman go away, Zhang Yu looked at Qi Gang, who was still there in a daze, and rubbed his head, turning his hair, which he thought was pretty, into a chicken coop.
Then he quickly escaped home before he got angry.
Looking at the two large packages placed on the bed, Zhang Yu felt that there must be a lot of things inside.
At least he felt the weight of the two packages when he carried them over. Even the lighter one weighed about forty or fifty kilograms.
Not to mention the big one.
With curiosity in mind, I opened the package and saw a letter.
Just by looking at the outer cover of the letter, Zhang Yu knew where these things were sent from.
It turned out that he had guessed wrong. These two large packages were really sent from the Northeast. It looked like they contained a lot of things.
Just by looking at the words on the hand that look like chicken claws, you can tell that this letter was 100% written by Xie Zhiying.
There are so many people in the Xie family, including a few people of the same generation as Zhang Yu, but it is so ugly not to write about it.
The key is that the second uncle's handwriting is ugly, but he has no self-awareness at all.
I always feel that others are jealous of him because they think his handwriting is beautiful. What's more, he feels that his handwriting has created a unique style that ordinary people can't understand.
To be honest, Zhang Yu didn't know where his mysterious confidence came from.
Where did it come from?
He remembered that there was really no one in the Xie family who was as shameless as him.
The most important thing is that his handwriting is so bad that no one can tell.
It's a good idea to take up the job of sending letters.
Looking at the letter in front of him, Zhang Yu was momentarily more interested in the content of the letter than what was actually inside the package.
Zhang Yu endured the pain in his eyes and reluctantly finished reading the letter.
Got some news from it.
Mainly because the Xie family got the news from somewhere that someone wanted to set him on fire.
According to Xie Zhiying's letter, his father became very angry after learning the news.
If it hadn't been for the persuasion of people like them, I'm afraid the old man would have gotten on the train to Beijing that night and would have already arrived in Beijing.
