A shout in the dark night made the already boiling camp even more boiling. Some soldiers rushed out of their houses cheering and gathered around the postman, looking forward to getting a letter home.
Yu Zhiqian followed the crowd and came to the middle of the camp. A middle-aged man wearing a white cloak and two shoulder bags seemed to have broken half of his hand and was wrapped in the middle.
The postman was crowded into a relatively large room by everyone, close to the fire, and a group of people gathered around him, their eyes full of expectation. On the battlefield, there is nothing better than a letter from home. It can also make ordinary people feel warm.
"Your camp has been changed. If I hadn't seen the sign, I really wouldn't have been able to find this place. I'll read the name and those who hear the name will come and get the letter. Everyone, stand still and don't crowd!" After finishing speaking, He reached out to open the first backpack on his left, took out the envelope inside, and began to read the name.
"Wilhelm! Wilhelm of Hain!"
"Pabodom! Pabodom from the capital!"
"..."
"Jones Jackson! Jones Jackson from Sherman!"
"It's here, it's here!" A soldier raised his hand excitedly, and the postman handed the envelope over: "That's a good place, pick it up young man, you are great! Go there quickly after reading this Write a reply!"
The names were read out one after another. Some people burst into tears immediately after receiving the envelope, holding the envelope with tears streaming down their faces. However, there were more people whose names were not read, but were still waiting. Just like in kindergarten, the teacher is handing out small red flowers to classmates, and many people are waiting for their own one.
The small shoulder bag could not carry so much hope. In the end, more than 30 people received their letters home. Some soldiers looked at the postman with some excitement: "Sir, look for a letter from Parr. I’m Parr from Hardin!”
"Brave boy, your letter may be on the way, don't worry, I will definitely bring it to you next time I come over!" The postman always had a smile on his face and slowly collected the rest of the envelopes. Looking at the depressed soldier who had not received the letter: "Children and warriors, your letter may be just a little late. Next time when I, old Huck, come, I will definitely bring all your letters. You can now Go write the letter you want to send back, and I will take you back!"
The crowd slowly dispersed in the end, with tears of excitement mixed with disappointed eyes. Everything was like a living being. Yu Zhiqian was among the crowd, looking at the waving hands and shouts of excitement, feeling like he was in a thousand Being separated among thousands of people, it seems that I do not belong to this world, and a sense of loneliness arises spontaneously.
Humans are emotional animals that need to communicate and talk. During war, this feeling will be infinitely amplified, and a letter from home worth a thousand dollars is the best sustenance. However, Yu Zhiqian did not have one, and he could not even write one. No one believes it.
"Child, why don't you write a letter?"
Yu Zhiqian looked at the old man in front of him and opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. He had no one to accept it. How about writing a letter without an address? Yu Zhiqian shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. No matter how far it is, we will send your letter back. Even if there are conflicts with your family, remember to tell them about your current situation. They will miss you!"
"But, they are all abroad!"
Yu Zhiqian spoke slowly, and Old Huck was stunned for a moment. He had never encountered such a situation before: "Overseas? Which country?"
"In China, you know? It's that country in the east!"
"Oh, I know, I heard that there is gold everywhere, but it seems that it has not been peaceful these years. Is it so far away? But don't worry, it should be able to be delivered. Nowadays, technology is so advanced. With ships, it can be delivered in a month at most. Where you want to be!"
"Is that so? Then I'll try!"
After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, he returned to his small room, found an envelope and a pen, and started to write. He has no parents or family here, but he still has a motherland. He can Writing letters to some famous people you know can be regarded as a kind of sustenance.
Yu Zhiqian thought for a long time, and finally decided to write a letter to Shaanxi. He didn't know why, but he just wrote something roughly, some historical things he remembered, using very little pen and ink, and just summarized the big things. I wrote it out, then carefully wrapped it up and found Old Huck.
After mailing the envelope, Yu Zhiqian was also very worried. Will the letter reach its destination, Mr. Zhou? Even if it does, will Mr. Zhou reply to the letter? What if someone sees it? Yu Zhiqian did not think too much about these things. After all, I am not from this time and space, I am just a passerby, and writing these things is just to put some of my longing for home in it, and I want my biggest home, my motherland, to become better.
"Oh. It's really far away. Don't worry, it will be delivered by mail!"
As Old Huck spoke, he took a sip of wine. Yu Zhigan smiled and said nothing. The rest of the Finnish soldiers were still writing furiously, one piece of paper, two pieces of paper, three pieces of paper, and the more they wrote, the more they wrote. Many, various things on the battlefield, greetings to relatives at home, there seemed to be no topics to talk about before, but now there are things that cannot be explained.
The soldiers who received the letter read the letter over and over again and felt some strength from it. This sense of concern made them feel warm in their hearts.
Soldiers are also human beings, even if they are cold-blooded killing machines, they are still a human being, and later they are soldiers who obey orders. For them, behind the cruel battlefield is what they use their lives to defend.
After the last night of carnival, old Huck rowed his sleigh at dawn, carrying letters carrying countless people's hopes and dreams, to the next stop. The scenes here will be repeated again, and everyone will They are all waiting for his next arrival to bring hope.
What Yu Zhiqian didn't know was that his letter, after going through many dangers, followed a Finnish ship bound for China to Guangzhou, and then from Guangzhou to Shanghai. BJ finally slowly arrived at the destination he wanted to send to. It took a total of four months for the letter to arrive in the hands of someone else. When the letter arrived, the recipient also looked at a loss. He didn’t know that he even knew a Finn.
But when he opened the letter, the world finally changed dramatically.
ps: This is a big foreshadowing, and you want to know the content of the letter? I’m tearing it apart, hahahaha, I’m asking you to tear it up, I’m telling you not to, I’m telling you not to reward me, I just don’t want you to know, come and hit me, hit me But me!
