Gu Mingjing's letter was as thick as ever, the handwriting was neat and clear, and he felt attentive when he looked at it.

Song Ci first glanced through the ten lines, and then carefully looked at it again from the beginning.

Song Chunan said it well, Gu Mingjing's state is indeed not very good.

Although the little boy tried his best to report the good news and not the bad news, he still inevitably showed clues between the lines when he wrote too many words.

He wrote that he was learning to make Yangzhou fried rice these days, practicing diligently every day, and he had already made some progress, and he would give her a taste when he had the opportunity to make it.

Song Ci frowned slightly.

But he obviously doesn't like to cook, and he was probably forced to practice by his father.

The letter also said that his sister had made him an embroidered garment, supposedly made of bamboo, but he looked like a mess of green threads, and wore it like a neglected farmland, overgrown with all kinds of weeds, and he couldn't resist tearing it all down overnight.

But he couldn't fix one wide and one tight shoulder, and asked her if she had any good ideas to cover it up. After all, this dress is his sister's heart, and it is not easy to refuse.

Song Ci looked at this paragraph repeatedly, and felt a lot of tastes.

Gu Mingjing and his sister's idea of learning to cook still did not get support from her family, and forced her to start learning to make clothes.

Is this really going to be cultivated in the direction of ancient ladies, and none of them will be left behind?

It's not that learning to make clothes is bad.

In this era, tailors were not allowed to do business openly, and most of the families who could not afford to buy ready-to-wear clothes from supply and marketing cooperatives basically bought cloth and sewed clothes to make shoes by themselves, and some even spun and weaved cloth and dyed cloth by themselves.

But the Gu family is obviously different.

Just looking at Gu Mingjing's food and clothing, he knows that his family conditions are very good, and he doesn't need his own children to learn to make clothes, and he can't wear them all when he buys them.

To use a not-so-appropriate analogy, Gu Mingjing's family, in Song Ci's opinion, is a bit similar to another version of the domineering president's wife and genius baby.

It's just that the family has a serious preference for sons, and the eldest lady has no inheritance rights, so she is used as a marriage tool, and strives to cultivate her daughters;

The eldest young master is talented and is cultivated as the number one heir, but he has no intention of starting a family business, and wants to start a new business, but he is suppressed by death;

The little master is too young, and the bear child is a child, so ignore it for the time being.

Song Ci was amused by his own brain, and when he looked at the letter in his hand, he felt less sympathy for Gu Mingjing.

She is like earning money from selling cabbage, but she has the heart to sell rice, can she do it?

Look at Song Zhao, people and children still can't eat enough, they are not much more miserable than Gu Mingjing, and they haven't seen people frowning and misanthropic all day long.

I still haven't been beaten by society, and I'm hungry for two more meals.

Song Ci slandered, but he didn't dare to write like this. fate

There are hundreds of millions of people in the world, and each person is unique.

Some people live just to live, some people are not satisfied with this, and some people regard spiritual pursuits as more important than life.

For example, if you are not free or would rather die, such as the predecessors and martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the truth, such as Song Ci herself, who would rather die than go home for reunion in her previous life.

Respecting other people's ways of living is equivalent to respecting one's own choices, and there is nothing to discuss.

Therefore, even if Song Ci now thinks that Gu Mingjing's troubles are just a disease-free moan for the sake of giving new words, she will still not hastily deny the other party, let alone laugh at him.

Maybe in Gu Mingjing's heart, his family's incomprehension, and the long-term cold violence are the shackles that suffocate him, and he desperately wants to be freed but can't get it, what's wrong with this?

There is no real empathy in this world.

It is a rare trust that others can tell you what they really think.

Song porcelain can only give back, full of goodwill and encouragement.

But that's about it.

Song Ci sighed secretly, picked up the pen and wrote a reply:

Dear Brother Gu Mingjing, hello.

The letter has been received, and it is very comforting to know how you are doing.

Everybody's safe, that's the great news.

Recently, there has been too much bad news, natural and man-made disasters, which makes people sigh, and I can't help but sigh at the fragility of life and the impermanence of the world.

Fortunately, life is still full of sunshine, and you and I can still wake up peacefully every peaceful morning, with clothes and food, family company, friends and confidants, words to read, spare flowers to buy stamps and gifts, objects to talk to, and tomorrow to dream of.

Do you know, dear friend, I am so glad to have met you, just as I am grateful for every day of my life.

Your letter brings a surprise from afar, which is a completely different life from mine, just like shrimp, eggs, carrots, green beans, and chives in white rice, which embellishes my otherwise peaceful and boring life into a delicious dish like Yangzhou fried rice.

Life is a long practice. We are learning all the time, from scratch, from clumsiness to proficiency, and then it is difficult to say whether it is numbness after satiation, or gratitude and joy after a long journey.

But I'm sure that whenever you think back to this ingenious new dress that your sister sewed for you, it will still be fresh in your memory.

Don't reject the imperfections in life, where every little flaw makes it unique, not the same as the rest of the world.

Just as I am imperfect, I hope that my dear friends will tolerate and appreciate my unique personality, not only for what is good for me that conforms to worldly standards, but also for what I am deviant.

Because I respect and love you so much, my friend.

Thousands of scenery in the world, looking back on only a hundred years, be happy!

Your most sincere friend, Song Ci respectfully.