The postman who came from Yangjiang City, Chapan Town, and then to Sanshi Village only came once a month.

The area they have is so big that when they come once a month, they always have a lot of stuff on their pickup trucks.

In Sanshi Village, there is a house specially prepared to put goods for the postman, which is barely called a mail office.

Although their village is not large, it is better than the geographical location, compared to the rest of the villages that have climbed over a dozen hills, it is adjacent to the road, which is relatively convenient.

At this moment, there was already a large group of people outside the mail room, all of whom had been waiting for more than a month, waiting to pick up the goods.

The person who delivered things to Sanshi Village was surnamed Feng, an old postman who had been running on this road for decades.

When Qin Fan was a child, when he was still living in Sanshi Village, the most people who came on the road of Sanshi Village and Chapan Town were the most troublemakers.

At first, it was a bicycle, then it was a motorcycle, and now it has been replaced by a truck that can hold two fat pigs.

"Uncle Feng, I heard from my family that someone sent me a letter, right?"

When he arrived at the gate, Qin Fan pushed aside the crowd and immediately walked in.

In the corner of the mail office, there are piles of goods of various sizes, all of which are sent back by migrant workers to the elderly in the family.

"Yes, I haven't seen you kid for several years, and now I'm back, as soon as I come back, someone will send a letter, my feelings are very deep, hurry up!"

Feng Guangping poked his head out of the inner compartment and pulled out a thin letter from the mountain of goods.

"I just shipped my things back, and I'm still packing them up, if you're okay, go back, you're the one on this letter, right?"

He routinely asked Qin Fan's name and phone number.

These are all right, even the address above is the old house of the Qin family.

"That's right, then you're busy, I'll go first. Qin Fanle said happily, turned around and left the crowd.

It was a letter wrapped in a brown paper bag, and the cover looked the same as a normal envelope, except that it was slightly thicker in the hand.

The person who wrote the letter to Qin Fan estimated that he used a fake name in order to hide his information.

"The Long ...... of the Trail"

Qin Fan was speechless, and as soon as he walked to the door, he opened the envelope and poured out all the stationery inside.

After reading it, he sighed, feeling that the clouds were all confused.

The letter did not say who the person who wrote the letter was, only that he knew that Qin Fan was back to his hometown now, and he would pass by here in a few days and stop by to see him.

The address of the letter was in the northern region where Qin Fan once lived, and he knew a lot of people at that time, as for who it was, he really didn't expect it for a while.

It seems that these believers intend to surprise themselves......

The paper on the letter was printed out of lead, and when I took it to the tip of my nose and smelled it carefully, there was only an extremely faint ink vapor, and I could not smell the smell of people.

Come to think of it, this person knows Qin Fan quite well, knows that he has a sharp nose and can smell any smell, and he deliberately guards against this hand.

"Hey, didn't you just go to get the letter, why did you come back with a sad face?"

Yao Xin, who was standing in the yard feeding the chickens, saw him walk in with a sad face, and immediately put down the basket in his hand.

"I took the letter, but I don't know who sent it, I've been back to my hometown for so many days, no one has ever called me, the address on the letter is still written in the place where our family used to live, who will it be......"

Qin Fan was puzzled, and he didn't have any clue in his mind at all.

Yao Xin took the letter in his hand and looked at it carefully, and there was indeed no favorable information.

"Hey, he said he would come to see you in a few days, and if this letter had been sent from the north, it would have taken three or five days, and he had stayed in Chapan Town for so many days, and now that he counted, the time was about the same. ”

Yao Xin raised his head, as if he had discovered a new continent, and hurriedly handed the time of the envelope to Qin Fan.

In such an instant, Qin Fan immediately swept away the heavy twilight qi on his body.

It's almost the same amount of time, but who will be there in these two days......

At the moment, they don't understand this question, and they don't plan to think about it anymore.

Even if he took 10,000 steps back, he would come to Sanshi Village to find him, and they were all his old friends, so there was nothing to worry about.

After noon, the entire village of Sanshi was shrouded in tranquility and peace.

Since the last time he broke the hierarchy, Qin Fan had been thinking about finding an opportunity to go to the Cloud Mist Mountain again.

When he first returned to the village, the first time he went up the mountain, he encountered wild boars, poisonous snakes and other beasts, but at that time his body was full of brute force, and he could completely cope with it.

It's just that in the depths of the Cloud Mountain, which is full of mystery, with a strange and wonderful attraction, he didn't dare to enter it at that time, but now he can be regarded as capable......

Just as Qin Fan was looking at Yunwu Mountain, Jin Ju came down from the second floor and said that Yao Qing had asked him to go up.

"He probably feels unwell, anyway, your kid has nothing to do in the afternoon, how about giving your uncle an injection?"

Jin Ju said worriedly, but the words that came out were in an unacceptable tone.

"It's okay, I'll go check it out now. After agreeing, Qin Fan turned around and walked to the second floor.

There were so many things that had happened before, so much so that he had long forgotten about Yao Qing's sneakiness in the Qin family's hometown.

At this moment, when he walked up the steps step by step, thinking that he would be alone with Yao Qing later, Qin Fan was a little uncertain in his heart.

The room on the second floor was gloomy, and there was no light in sight, and Yao Qing sat by the window, looking up at the mountains in the distance.

"Uncle, did I hear my aunt say that you are uncomfortable?" Qin Fan said suspiciously, but he couldn't see any ripples on Yao Qing's face.

"No, you just happened to be free today, so I wanted to sit with you. ”

Yao Qing stretched out his hand, patted the bench next to the bed, and motioned for Qin Fan to sit down.

He usually doesn't show his face, and rarely communicates with people, Qin Fan's father Qin Shan would say a few more words when he was alive, but now that the old man is gone, Yao Qing is even more reluctant to speak.

Estimating what was on his mind, Qin Fan sighed slightly and sat not far from him.

"Xiaofan, why did your parents say that they didn't go to the north? Do you want to go to relatives or do you plan to settle there?"

Yao Qing asked softly, with an indissoluble sadness in his eyes.

It was only at this time that Qin Fan discovered that there was a small square iron box on the blanket between his legs.

There are two black-and-white photos in the tin box, which are mostly exposed, which should have been taken in the Red Heart Photo Studio back then.