Chapter 283: Letter from Hometown
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May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age
- A Glance of The Country
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- 2021-03-04 04:26:26
Sheng Ning shook his head, greeted everyone to take whatever they want to eat, and go out to freshen up with a basin and towel.
When Sheng Ning came back from the shower, everything was neatly placed on the table. Everyone tasted a little and didn't take any more.
Every household is in poor conditions now, and it is not easy for anyone to take out a little bit of food, so the big guys naturally won't take more without a face and skin.
Sheng Ning looked at almost everything, but frowned. "Why don't you take it?" She is not greedy.
Eat what is delicious, not eat what is not delicious. Especially the friends she identified would not eat good food secretly without sharing it with others.
"Sheng Ning brought these on behalf of your family, you should keep it and eat it slowly!" Zhang Hongmei smiled.
"Yes!" Wu Youli echoed: "When I want to eat, I will ask you for it!"
Chen Huaying tilted her head and flipped through the book, and said listlessly: "I have already taken it, and I have taken a lot. Don't be polite to me! It was the two of them who didn't take it."
"I know!" Sheng Ning gave her a blank look, and she knew everyone in the room.
Finally, Sheng Ning counted everything and divided them into five evenly. There is one share for each of the four in the dormitory, plus one Liu Yilan just right.
The big guys didn't want to ask for it. Finally, the big guy saw that Sheng Ning was angry, and made sure that she was not pretending to be polite, so he took things down.
Everyone in the dormitory is happy to share delicious food.
"Next time I go home, I will bring more delicious food!" Wu Youli patted her and said: "My mom can make glutinous rice cakes, but they are delicious!"
"There is also my family, the zongzi thief incense wrapped by my mother." Zhang Hongmei was so excited that her hometown words came out, causing everyone to laugh.
After Sheng Ning washed and went to bed, she opened the letter Xu Qigang had stuffed her, and it turned out to be two.
She knew in her heart that one of them must have been written by her father and another by her mother and An An.
Mom’s words are delicate and delicate like everybody’s lady, it’s hard to imagine that it comes from a simple rural woman.
She opened her father's letter first. The three sentences in it were inseparable from father's good son-in-law Xu Qigang, all kinds of good, all kinds of satisfaction. Sheng Ning was a bit embarrassed to see, I don't know if his father's enthusiasm scared Xu Qigang.
At the end of the letter, Sheng Laosan repeatedly instructed her to see Xu Qigang more when she was okay to cultivate and cultivate relationships. Be sure to come back during the Chinese New Year, and the marriage will be fixed, so that the good son-in-law who was sent to the door will be lost.
Ok! Dad was right. She was okay to cultivate more feelings. Now she takes the initiative. In the future, she must make Xu Qigang inseparable from her.
After reading Dad's letter, open the letter between Mom and Sheng'an.
Shen Luhua directly stated in the letter that she did not know that she wrote this letter. The purpose of her writing was to tell Sheng Ning not to have any psychological burden. Xu Qigang is good and can be entrusted for life. If you encounter it, don't miss it, so as not to regret it for life.
Sheng Ning's grasping hands tightened unconsciously, and the thin paper was messed up by her. Mother was right, she would indeed regret for life if she missed Xu Qigang.
In this life, she would never allow this to happen.
Finally, at the end of the letter, Shen Luhua lightly mentioned that she could feel relieved to marry Xu Qigang. Don't worry, the money owed to the mayor's house has been paid.
Sheng Ning's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at it again in disbelief, making sure that he had not made a mistake.
"It's still on? How could it be possible!" This is five thousand yuan, the end of 1983. It is not the 21st century, nor is it fifty yuan.