Panguan

It was a stack of letters.

When I heard about it, I picked it up and looked at it. The addressee and sender's information was written neatly on the envelope, and it was stamped and stamped. Most of them were received by Mr. Li, and those letters came from the same person, named Xu Yarong.

The top letter is the opposite. The sender is Mr. Li and the recipient is Xu Yarong. It also has a stamp, but it was returned for some reason.

Obviously, this is Mr. Li's home letter box. I just don’t know why I sank to the bottom of the well with him.

Maybe Mr. Li discovered the truth about Shen Manyi's disappearance, did something or was planning to do something, and then planned to leave the Shen family with the letter box?

When I heard it, I intuitively felt that there was something in the letter, otherwise Mr. Li would not have gone against his instinct and wrote to him: Come to me.

He picked the letter that Mr. Li failed to send and opened it first.

The gentle and orthodox calligraphy of the teacher fills the page. Unlike the distorted word "深", it looks like he has practiced it since childhood and has a bookish air.

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My wife, Yarong, looks like I've met each other.

You wrote last time that I caught a cold and it didn't heal for more than half a month. I was so worried that I had two sores on my tongue. I wonder if your health is better when I receive the letter this time. If the improvement is not obvious, you must go to Nanfengli to see Dr. Zeng and ask him to take another look and find a prescription for you. Don't be fooled by some unscrupulous doctors.

I still can't go back this month. Mr. Shen and his wife have not returned yet, and there has been no reply to the telegrams I sent. I really can't leave. The 19th is the anniversary of Sister Cai’s death, and it’s not far away. We can’t leave that room of girls and boys alone. You know, I also told you that on the day Sister Cai left, Manyi fell ill from a fright. Her condition has not improved in the past few years. When the 19th comes around, I'm afraid there will be another little trouble.

You said last time that you asked me to send you a photo with the letter. I had my hair cut the day before yesterday, so I went to the photo studio, took a photo carefully and attached it to the letter. I wonder if I feel any older than last year.

I won’t post the other people’s photos. The last time I took a group photo with the Shen family was when Sister Cai was there. I wanted to print one and send it to you for identification, but there were not all the people in the photo. Mr. and Mrs. Shen’s family didn’t return. Granny Dou, who cooks, still feels that taking pictures will bring people loss of life and longevity, so she refuses to take photos.

Speaking of Granny Dou, when she saw that we were obsessed with taking pictures, she kindly gave each of us a lamp of good fortune and longevity. She often read some scriptures and added some oil to the fire, saying that she wanted to protect our souls and longevity. As a result, Sister Cai died soon after. Her ever-burning lamp is still burning,

Granny Dou never evacuated. She passed by that hut the day before yesterday and felt quite sad.

Just when I was sealing the photo, Sister Cai's son Ajun came to give him some homework. I put this aside for a while, Mo was a little nervous, so you can just take it as it comes.

Speaking of Ajun... It is said that Sister Cai lived a young lady's life. Later, her family fell into decline and it became difficult to move around, eat and survive, so she came to the Shen family. No wonder she was always depressed.

This Ajun was supposed to be a young master, but it was only in these years that he learned some words from me and could barely read through the articles. Sometimes when I think about it, it's also very sad.

It's just that I don't really like his temperament, it's too narrow-minded.

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After that, Mr. Li wrote some daily news, which were all trivial matters and had little to do with the Shen family. When I heard about it, I scanned ten lines to the end, and my eyes were fixed on the signature.

There is the date when Mr. Li wrote this letter - May 5, 1918.

Chapter 47 Golden Wings

"1918..." Wen Shi muttered in a low voice.

"18 years?" Xia Qiao didn't dare to interrupt, but he was still stunned when he looked up and saw the date, "How could it be 18 years? The diary clearly says 1913 -"

Before he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Xie Wen. Then I remembered that Xie Wen had said before that not every sentence in the cage was true. They were often affected by the consciousness of the cage owner and were more or less different from the truth.

"Diaries are written by people." Wen Shi said without raising his head.

Xia Qiao was still confused, but he nodded honestly.

Xie Wen, on the other hand, glanced at Wen Shi with great admiration and added: "Some of them are even written on purpose, just to show others, such as the book in your brother's pocket."

He pointed to the diary rolled up in the pocket of Wen Shi's jeans and said, "If even the 'I' in it is fake, then do you seriously believe what it does and make the person who wrote it happy?"

Xia Qiao shook his head quickly, as if he had said something stupid.

As soon as he persuaded Xiaoqiao, Xie Wen changed his tone, looked at Wen Shi again and said, "But letters are all written by people, and they are only half as good as each other."

When hearing it: "..."

This guy is just here to stir up trouble.

Wen Shi raised his head and looked at him numbly, then folded the letter, turned the envelope over, and put the stamped piece under Xie Wen's nose.

"Look at the stamp." Wen Shi said.

There is actually no need to explain these details to others. After all, he was the one to release the cage, and Xie Wen's physique could not participate. Just like Xia Qiao or others, knowing or not knowing the truth would not affect anything.

But when asked by Xie, he still couldn't hold it back.

It's hard to tell what the psychology is, maybe it's because I don't want to appear too arbitrary.

The letter almost touched the tip of his nose. Xie Wen smiled and stepped back a little: "I saw it."

The letter was indeed written by a person. To put it bluntly, it was not much different from a diary, but the stamp was not.

I have said before when I heard that it is precisely because what is said in the cage is not entirely true, so it is necessary to gather all the detailed information and check it again, and it will be much easier to distinguish what is true and what is false.

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