In 1946, a year after the end of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the civil war began, and after a short period of peace, it was an even more brutal war.

Their own people beat their own people, and those who died in their hands were all compatriots with the same blood.

That year, She Manjun was sixteen years old and drifting around like duckweed.

When I met her husband Li Jiayuan, it was in 1948, when She Manjun just became an adult, because of the improvement of her family's situation, she continued to go to school with the support of her family.

The two met through classmates, Li Jiayuan was twenty years old at that time, two years older than She Manjun, and two years older than She Manjun, with a very gentle personality and a faint bookish anger.

But in that troubled times, no matter how gentle a person is, he also has some grand ambitions, in She Manjun's memory, although Li Jiayuan is not the kind of leader who rushes in front of everyone, but he has always done what he can.

She Manjun believes that Li Jiayuan's behavior is much better than those who talk on paper.

There is no vigorous love, and there are no ups and downs in the story, the relationship between the two is more like the kind of matchmaker's words.

In the sixth year after the founding of the People's Republic of China, that is, in five or five years, the two tied the knot.

When they got married, they were stable, and the establishment of a new country sent the greatest blessings to the couple.

Until 1967.

At that time, She Manjun and Li Jiayuan were both teachers at the school and had their first child.

The chaos came so quickly that everyone was not expecting it.

As cultural elements, She Manjun and Li Jiayuan were besieged, Li Jiayuan, in order to protect She Manjun, asked a friend to send She Manjun's mother and son to his hometown in Hunan overnight, Li Jiayuan is not a child of a rich family, so his hometown is also remote in Hunan, relatively safer.

She Manjun's mother and son lived in Li Jiayuan's hometown, and all the letters began at that time.

It is indeed as Mu Qing guessed, this pile of letters are all family letters.

It is the family letter of She Manjun and Li Jiayuan.

It is the love talk between husband and wife, the lovesickness of people from other places, the concern for personal safety, the chatter of trivial matters between the two places, the problem of children's education, the consideration of the way out in the future, and the enthusiasm of when to get together......

The narration is full of affection.

Mu Qing looked at the letter in his hand, recalling the content, that era, and that kind of change seemed to be far away from him, Mu Qing didn't know how to describe his emotions after reading these letters, and he couldn't guess the reason why She Manjun suddenly took out these letters.

But from the patient chatter in this letter, Mu Qing saw a completely different way of life from now, this different way of life suddenly reminded Mu Qing of a poem, which was Mu Xin's "Once Upon a Time":

I remember when I was a teenager earlier

Everyone is sincere

Say a word is a sentence

Early morning train station

The long street is dark and devoid of pedestrians

A small shop selling soy milk is steaming

The old days have slowed down

Cars, horses, and mail are slow

There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime

The old lock is beautiful, too

The keys are beautifully presented

If you lock it, people will understand

Obviously, it has nothing to do with the content of these letters and the person who wrote them, but from between the lines, Mu Qing really read this feeling.

Mu Qing couldn't imagine how in that period, a couple who were separated because of chaos could be so calm, even in the letters to each other, there was no half of the complaint between the lines, some, just worried about the other party, but there was really no other emotion, such a real and simple emotion, so that Mu Qing, who had never experienced love, felt a little incredible, that feeling, it was like reading a very long story.

"Grandma, what are you ......" Mu Qing looked at She Manjun, who was silently drinking tea, and opened his mouth very puzzled.

Although he was deeply touched, he still couldn't think of the reason why She Manjun took out these letters.

Li Duyang on the side also looked up at She Manjun at this time, and he was also very puzzled now, although he had occasionally heard his father tell stories about the past in the past, but in the end it was still a hazy impression when he was a child, and he couldn't guess the mystery.

The two watched as She Manjun rearranged the letters on the table, with some unhurriedness.

Only the voice that seemed to be ethereal echoed in the elegant room.

"When I took my children to my hometown, although my life was very poor, it was stable, and in that era when the telephone network was not yet shadowed, these letters were the only communication between us, and they were also the backbone of both sides. ”

In fact, he was not so old at the time, but the long-term travel made him look very vicissitudes, plus close, so everyone called it directly, in my memory, it was a very responsible postman, he always kept every letter neatly, without any damage. ”

At that time, the people of Lijiazhuang were also very familiar with this postman, so they also knew everything about him, and I also heard at that time that he often sent money and letters to a blind old man who was abandoned by his children, and built a perfect illusion for the old man. ”

She Manjun's tone was slow but powerful, and his eyes were full of reminiscence, as if he was telling a very long story.

"He has a very beautiful wife, is from the mountains, the two of them met is a drama of heroes saving beauty, I heard that when he was young, it was very popular in the township and neighborhood, it was a beautiful talk, he had a son and a half years old, but it may be because he often had to leave home to deliver letters, so he and his son are not close. ”

"The year I left coincided with the old postman's last year on the job, and since then all the mail has been taken over by his son. ”

When he handed all the mail to his son, he followed him for the last time, on the one hand, to give his son some guidance, and on the other hand, to let everyone along the way know him, so that there would be a misunderstanding when he delivered the letter in the future. ”

"I remember when I passed by Lijiazhuang, all the people in the Zhuangzi gathered together, and they said: The old postman has worked hard for most of his life, and he is worthy of all the people, and now he is going to be laid off, how can we not send it off?"

"I also had this idea at the time and followed everyone to see, after all, all my contacts with Jiayuan in those years were better because of the existence of this postman, and with everyone, I naturally saw the old postman and his son, the old postman is still that kind appearance, it seems that people know that this is a very friendly person, and the young man next to him looks good, tall and very delicate, when everyone gathered around, he smiled very shyly, and seemed to be very embarrassed。 ”

She Manjun had a full smile on her face, and it could be seen that the people there had left a good impression on her.

Later, I heard that the old postman accompanied the young son for three days, and during these three days they climbed over the surrounding mountains and visited several surrounding villages, and then the old postman retired, and his son became the new postman, and continued on this road, following his father's spirit, and accepting the good lies that his father had entrusted to him. ”

She Manjun won't talk about it anymore, it seems that the story is over.

The content of this is completely different from what the two of them had guessed when they first saw the letter.

Mu Qing and Li Duyang roughly thought that She Manjun took out the letter with her husband before, and it should be to tell the two about their past story, and after reading the content of the letter, the two firmly believed their initial guess, but She Manjun's words after this made the two completely ignorant.

The old postman and the new postman, Mu Qing couldn't guess She Manjun's intentions.

And She Manjun, who had been silent for a while, spoke again when Mu Qing was puzzled.

"When I was seven or eight years old, I returned to the capital with my children, but when I came home, I found that my house was empty, and many things were covered with dust, as if no one had lived in it for three or four years......"

The Sherman game paused, and Mu Qing and Li Duyang also looked at each other instantly.

The letter has been circulating, and there is no mention of moving in it, so according to common sense, this house should not be dusty......

Seeing that there was no one at home, I took the child back to my father first, and then I learned that in the fourth year after I passed, Jiayuan committed suicide because he couldn't stand the persecution from the outside world. ”

All of a sudden, there was a quiet pin drop in the room.

And She Manjun's narrative continues.

“...... Then I suddenly remembered that when Jiayuan was in his hometown, Jiayuan didn't write for a long time, and then the handwriting changed faintly when he wrote back, and later, when I replied to him, I asked about it, and he told me that he accidentally fell and injured his right hand when repairing the house...... But I didn't know that it was gone at that time. ”

Mu Qing's face tensed when he heard this, but Li Duyang suddenly came back to his senses.

He felt that something was wrong just now, but now he understands that it is a matter of time, and there is a mistake in time.

"Later I learned that the letters that made me persevere, were written by the old postman, and when he received the funeral letter from the capital, the envelope was damaged, and he posted money to replace it with a new one, and accidentally saw the contents of the letter......"

"Because I was one of the few outsiders at that time, and he sent me letters many times, and probably knew my situation, so I was probably afraid that I would not be able to hold on as a woman with children, so he kept the letter and found someone to rewrite it, and since then, the content of the letter has been much less, and most of the things said are inconsequential, and I have not had much burden to live. ”

Li Jiayuan tried his best to send their mother and son away, but he couldn't hide from it, if She Manjun at that time knew such a fact, even if she could live well for the sake of the child, it must be painful.

Mu Qing looked at the letter on the table, and suddenly sighed.

The world is impermanent, and no one can be sure what will happen, and no one knows what the real intention behind everything is.