It was from that time that Wan Vieng also developed the habit of scolding people after drinking, and later every time he got drunk, he had to go home and make a fuss.

Xiao Mu, who returned to the room, didn't care about anything, didn't think about anything, covered the quilt and slept, muttering, "Damn, what do I care about." ”

Later, Zhang Laohan and Lao Fu summed it up, and the money was really not enough for Zhang Laohan to seek medical treatment.

What should I do? Borrow, ask relatives and friends for help, that's all I can do.

But in this era of inconvenient transportation, inconvenient communication, and underdeveloped networks, it is also a troublesome thing to visit relatives and friends.

It's impossible to borrow it from the villagers in the same village, and whether you want to borrow it or not is a matter of whether you can borrow it or not.

So Zhang Laohan prepared to write a letter to Wanmei in the distance, telling her about the current situation at home and needing his help.

But Zhang Laohan's family didn't even have letterhead paper and ink, and Xiao Mu only used a pencil to go to school, so it was inappropriate to write letters with a pencil.

My uncle happened to be in middle school in the town at that time, and Zhang Laohan thought that he would have ink there, so he said to Xiao Mu: "Xiao Mu, why don't you go to your uncle's house to squeeze some ink?"

Xiao Mu looked at the pen wrapped with tape in Zhang Laohan's hand, how can this thing squeeze ink, there is no ink inlet.

"Well, I don't know how to squeeze it. ”

"Hey, hey, you stupid boy, you take the pen to your uncle, just tell him to help you squeeze some ink, he will help you squeeze it, do you want to go?"

Since Zhang Laohan said so, Xiao Mu dared to refuse, so he took the pen in Zhang Laohan's hand and said: "Go, why don't you go, you can just walk around." ”

The sky was a little dim, and Xiao Mu felt a little frightened when he passed by the cemetery, and his feet made a crisp rustling sound on the fallen leaves.

But thinking about it, Zhang Laohan didn't feel so scared, because if Zhang Laohan was angry, it would be far more terrifying than some bull, ghost, snake and god.

When I came to my uncle's house, the door was closed, as if no one was there.

Xiao Mu didn't dare to go in, and kept wandering at the door, for fear that no one would push the door in by himself and go in if someone came back, it would be unclear.

"Bang Dang"

There was a loud noise in the house, could it be that someone was in the house?

But this uncle's house is an iron door, and it is sealed inside and out, and it is impenetrable, and you can't take a sneak peek.

"Knock Knock"

Xiao Mu knocked on the door.

"Who, here, wait a minute!"

It was the little grandmother who responded to Xiao Mu, it turned out that there was someone, she was so stupid, she should have knocked on the door first in the first place, and she waited so long in vain.

The big iron door slowly opened from the inside out, and the little grandmother saw that it was Xiao Mu, so she said, "Yo, Xiao Mu, come on, come in." ”

After taking a few steps forward, he asked, "Grandma, is my uncle there?"

"Yes, you're eating inside, have you eaten before?"

Xiao Mu paused for a while, "Hmm...... I haven't eaten it yet. ”

The little grandmother was also enthusiastic, and pulled Xiao Mu to the hall, "Come on, come on, let's eat something at home, it's the same wherever you eat." ”

But Xiao Mu was embarrassed, he might have sat down without saying a word, but now he has long lost the courage he had at that time.

Refused, he said, "No, grandma, I'm just here to squeeze some ink, I won't eat the meal, and the house is almost ready, let's go home and eat in a while." ”

"You kid, we're so stubborn, you'll eat it if you tell it!"

"Hey, hey, hey" smirked and said, "No, no, grandma, I'll go back after squeezing the ink." ”

The scene was embarrassing for a while, maybe the little grandmother would think that Xiao Mu was disgusted or something, but in fact, she was shy and afraid, for fear of being criticized and educated by Zhang Laohan.

"Uncle, do you have any ink? ”

The brother-in-law took the pen from his side and said, "Yes, yes, I'll squeeze it for you." ”

In between, the uncle unscrewed the pen case, opened the pen case, reached into the jet-black ink bottle, and then twisted the pen barrel at the end a few times, and took it out to look at the light.

handed it to Xiao Mu and said, "Come, okay, give it to you." ”

The naïve Xiao Mu felt so amazing, there was such an operation, I really couldn't understand what the truth was.

He took the pen and turned to leave, but when he got to the door, he realized that he had forgotten to ask for the letterhead, so he turned and ran back.

"Uncle, that, I forgot to ask you just now, do you still have any letterhead here, my grandfather needs to use it. ”

The uncle got up again and went to the room to get the letterhead paper for Xiao Mu, "How much do you want?"

How much? Xiao Mu didn't know how much he wanted, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Forget it, it's better to give you half directly, so you can save it and use it to run around later. ”

It seems that my uncle is still good, not so stingy.

Xiao Mu, who got the things, walked out of his uncle's house happily, and finally did something that satisfied Zhang Laohan, not to mention how good it was, at least it was completed, and he was complacent.

rushed to the house in one go.

He raised his hands high and shouted, "Grandpa, grandpa, I have borrowed ink and letterhead." ”

Zhang Laohan walked out with his coat, took the pen and paper and said excitedly: "It's so good, I actually borrowed it, I thought you didn't come back for so long because you didn't borrow it." ”

"That's good! That's good! I can write. Zhang Laohan kept repeating.

Xiao Mu didn't understand why such a simple pen and paper could make Zhang Laohan so excited, was this necessary?

In the evening, Zhang Laohan began to take out a pen and paper and prepare to write a letter.

Before that, he had been brewing for a long time, and he didn't know how to write it.

After all, Zhang Laohan's primary school culture is limited, and he doesn't write often, so it's a bit painful for him.

The old man, who had never been to school, was also chattering on the side, instructing Zhang Laohan on how to write.

Zhang Laohan felt that the old man was a little annoying, so he said impatiently: "Come on, come on, you will say that you will write." He deliberately pretended to hand the pen to the old man.

The old man twisted his head to the side and said with a smile: "Oh, I don't write, I can't write." ”

"Well, it's really, then you still say!"

It seems that the two have a bit of a quarrel, but in fact it is not, just daily.

Zhang Laohan, who scratched his scalp, still wrote down with a pen, Zhang Laohan wrote a word, Xiao Mu followed along, and asked Zhang Laohan when he encountered a new word, and the old man was still guiding on the side.

This old man's writing is a little crooked, and Xiao Mu can't see it clearly when he sees it.

The letter begins in a very old-fashioned style, "As the saying goes, it's easier to put pen to paper, harder to ......put down." ”

This was already very powerful in Xiao Mu's opinion at that time, and he felt a little admired Zhang Laohan, thinking that Zhang Laohan was still powerful.

A simple letter, Zhang Laohan wrote it until late at night, and it only seemed to be about a thousand words, not much.

A simple letter carries a mission that is not simple.

A simple letter is not only written in black and white, but also a kind of sustenance and hope.