Many people were still used to using EMS for important documents and letters. This was more or less because of some nostalgia. How many people used to be in the most remote mountain villages, where there was not even a road, waiting for the life-changing admission letter of a poor student? The person in charge was not any capitalist owned express company, but only the EMS that had been cursed countless times.
The EMS delivery personnel were generally slightly older, and could not be called young men.
Many people's impressions of the postal service were always the scene of riding a lucky bicycle with a green mail bag hanging behind it.
That was the memory of many people who had already begun to go bald.
Liu Changan had such a memory, but he was not bald. His black hair was soft and thick, and the shiny "duang" easily reminded people of the old joke.
He put down the green pepper and tofu in his hand, and his hands were a little wet. He tore open the blue envelope, and there was an envelope inside. There was a line of words written on it, and there was a name in it.
"To Ye Chen Yu personally."
The sixth person of the earth branch, "Si", was a snake, and the fifth person of the earth branch, "Chen", was a dragon. Yu and Jin were both beautiful jade.
Among the people who were alive today, there were only a few who still knew and remembered this name. It should be able to be counted with one hand.
If there were naughty descendants of the young ladies of the Republic of China who flipped through the diary and essays of their great-grandmothers, perhaps this name would appear more often. Extravagant and wealthy, spending money like dirt, romantic and elegant, he was the dream man of many women, a guest in the boudoir.
Especially the women in the brothel, they liked such a benefactor, and the possibility of remembering this name was higher. The women in the brothel were heartless, and most of them just turned their backs on him. Those young ladies were good at betraying people. Of course, after the matter was over, they would write some poems to mourn, sad and timid to let people see the scars in their hearts and the tear stains in the corners of their eyes. This was also a very popular and wonderful play in the past.
"How rude, how can you directly call my great-grandfather by his name?" Liu Changan said indignantly, and then put away the letter.
After the delivery man left, Liu Changan continued to light a fire on the newly built mud-brick stove.
He placed the iron pot on the stove, scooped up a large ladle of lard, and smeared it along the edge of the pot. He washed the tofu and placed it in his hands. When the fire grew bigger and the pot began to faintly emit smoke, he used a knife to slice the tofu in his hands. His knife skills were swift and precise, and the tofu slices were scattered into the pot almost at the same time.
The tofu was fried until it was slightly brown. Then, he sprinkled some salt and light soy sauce, drizzled some chopped chilli, and finally, dried mustard mustard. After adding a little water, he tossed the wok a few times and sprinkled chopped green onions.
After dinner, he tidied up the tableware and went back to his room to take a shower before taking the envelope he had left outside. He closed the door, turned on the light, and opened the envelope.
"Thinking back to the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the city gates of the Han Dynasty, I saw you on the battlefield for the first time. You were heroic, fighting with a spear in your hand. You had the power to sweep through the world. However, hundreds of years after the death of Zhu Ming, it was difficult to find traces of you in China. Today, by chance, I found out that you have a descendant. I am overjoyed and will visit you another day."
There was no signature, and there was no name or surname.
"What the hell is this? Or is it printed? When did I sweep through the world?" Liu Changan threw the letter away.
Sleep.
When he woke up in the morning, the air was filled with a moist smell. He opened the door and found that it had rained again last night. Looking at the sky, it would probably rain again in a while. It seemed that this rainy weather was still far away from Jun Sha area. It was really an objective reason for people to be lazy and idle.
In such weather, it was normal for ordinary people not to want to go to work, work, or go out. Only dogs who hid under the eaves and could not go out to have fun, lying on the ground and wagging their tails in boredom could spend this period of time in boredom.
As Liu Changan washed his face and brushed his teeth, he was thinking about whether to eat rice noodles or rice dumplings this morning. Zhou Dongdong ran over unsteadily. Because she tried to shake both her hands in circles, it was difficult for her small body to maintain balance.
Finally, she fell on the threshold, climbed up with difficulty, and took out the soybean milk in her pocket.
"Oh …"
"Oh."
"I'm going to be beaten again." Zhou Dongdong frowned and discovered the cruel reality of children's life.
"Give me your packet first."
Zhou Dongdong gave her own soybean milk to Liu Changan. The packet in her pocket was crushed.
"Why are you running like this?"
"Because I'm a small plane today!"
"Then why did you run with your hands shaking left and right before?"
"I'm a mighty uncle of the People's Liberation Army!"
"You don't see the mighty aura, but the stupid aura spreads in all directions and sweeps through the world."
Zhou Dongdong could only understand the two words "mighty" and "stupid", but she didn't care. In the eyes of her brother Changan, it seemed that everyone was stupid. As long as Zhou Dongdong was not the stupidest one.
Liu Changan just didn't tell her who was the stupidest one in his eyes.
Zhou Dongdong took a broom and swept the soybean milk bag and the spilled soybean milk on the ground. Liu Changan took off her clothes, wiped them, and baked them on the fire for a while before putting them on her. "This way, you probably won't be beaten by your mother, but there's no soybean milk for breakfast."
Zhou Dongdong looked at Liu Changan. Liu Changan continued to drink his soybean milk, and then looked at Zhou Dongdong with a smile.
Zhou Dongdong pursed her lips and went home to feed the loach with soybean dregs.
Zhou Dongdong, who had just fed the loach for a while, quickly abandoned the little grievance in her heart and ran to find Liu Changan.
"The bad guy who cheats children is here again!" Zhou Dongdong quickly hugged Liu Changan's thigh, hiding behind his thigh and looking.
Liu Changan had to stand in the same place and drink the soybean milk slowly.
"Liu Changan, I'm here again." Gao Cunyi was embarrassed and cramped. It was okay for Liu Changan, but the child always looked at him with clear but vigilant eyes, which made Gao Cunyi feel that it was a sin to be an adult.
Liu Changan did not find it strange, nor did he ask why he was here.
"Good news doesn't go out, but bad news spreads thousands of miles. The news of my Senior Brother being crippled by a single move quickly spread throughout the martial arts world. If my Master still doesn't make a move in such a situation, he will only become a laughing stock. It's no different from losing his reputation, "Gao Cunyi explained.
"I think you've missed the point." Liu Changan shook his head.
"Go ahead." Gao Cunyi's tone was respectful, because he was a real master. He had such skills at such a young age, which was admirable. Just like his cousin, he was the pride of the era, and he was good at his own field.
"Zhou Dongdong was originally a naïve and lively child, but you guys have hurt her young heart and turned her into an idiot." Liu Changan patted Zhou Dongdong's two little ponytails and said, "You'd better commit suicide first to apologize, and then we'll talk about other things."
"I'm naive and lively, and … and witty and brave."
Liu Changan patted her little ponytail a few more times. Children should shut up when adults talk.
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