When he opened the letter, he saw the extremely beautiful and neat little letters on the full page, and his eyes were extremely deep.

It's simply a contrast between unsalted and beautiful!

The words on the envelope are the same as those of a child who has just learned to write in the first grade of primary school, but the words on the letter paper are graceful and beautiful, and the tail stroke is hidden in the style, which is pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the font on this, Meng Xiannian's mind immediately floated Jiang Xiao's appearance.

At the first time, he had an intuition, this was Jiang Xiao's word.

But then he thought it was incredible, this beautiful handwriting could be written by a thirteen-year-old child?

Even if she started learning at the age of five, it will take a long time to recognize all the characters, and it will take at least ten years to practice this handwriting.

For a child!

But, ten years, Jiang Xiao?

No way!

However, when he saw the content of the letter and the tone between the lines, he was very sure that this was Jiang Xiao's handwritten letter.

Her name for him is also three words that Ming Huanghuang is very calm, with his name and surname.

"In the past years, Zhan Xinjia has been good.

I'm sorry to write to you after a month, but frankly, I did forget ......"

Look, look, this tone, this attitude, if someone else wrote it, how could it be such a scoundrel?

Meng gritted his teeth in the past.

Is his sense of existence so low? Can he forget it after a thousand instructions?

However, after reading it, he was completely angry, because Jiang Xiao wrote all the interesting stories about her and her uncle going up the mountain, including the fact that she crushed a partridge to death, and was so frightened by a mountain mouse that she sat on the ground.

Between the lines, the fun jumps out, and she writes like a flowing stream, without pause, making him look in a trance as if he saw it with his own eyes.

The game on the mountain, the joy of harvest, and the deliciousness of the food are all as if she has written them alive.

The six pages of the letter made him read it with relish, and when he saw the inscription and the date, he was still unsatisfied, and he wished that there were still ten pages unread.

Meng Xiannian then discovered another problem.

A sixth-grade elementary school student can have such a writing style?

There were a lot of vivid words in the letter, how could he think that it was not something that could be used by her age?

Meng Qiannian looked at the letter, and his eyes deepened.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, Jiang Xiaoxiao, why do I think you are full of peculiarities and suspicions?

Jiang Xiao also thinks of this letter when he is free, but the letters have already been sent, presumably Meng has already seen it in the past, and it is useless to think about it more.

She simply didn't care, and went to town the next day, and sent him all the things she had made in a hurry, with a second letter in it.

Because it was expedited, the next day, Meng received this package in the previous year.

This time, the communication soldier Xiao Qian once again saw the warm version of Meng's old years.

And Zhao Xin couldn't hide his curiosity, so he followed Meng Qiannian back to the dormitory and watched him unpack the package.

Meng used to live in a four-person dormitory, but at this time, the other three people in the dormitory were on a mission.

"Captain, did you send it from your sister-in-law?"

"Hmm. The corners of Meng's mouth went up, and he obviously looked in a very good mood.

He recognized the handwriting on the list, which was Jiang Xiao's handwriting.

This girl is still worthy of praise, although she wrote a letter a month late, but she sent two letters in a row, which can be regarded as sincere. Moreover, this time I actually sent a package.

He wondered what it was.