For more than ten days, Chang An got up early in the morning to help Wang Cheng set up the breakfast stall, and worked until more than ten o'clock when Wang Cheng rode a tricycle to purchase the day's ingredients, and Chang An would rest for a while in the interval between cleaning.

At night, it was nearly nine o'clock, and the restaurant's business for the day was over.

At this time, Wang Cheng would call a few fellows who lived nearby to play poker together at the door, and Chang An would sit quietly next to watch a few people holding a few cards in their hands and fighting with red faces. If you happen to see that there is no water in the water cup in front of someone, Chang An will also be very discerning to carry the electric kettle to fill the cup.

Whenever I see this scene, there will always be a few of Wang Cheng's fox friends and dog friends joking, how much money does Wang Cheng give you, and you sell coolies to him like this?

Chang An scratched his head and giggled every time, all of which seemed to him to be taken for granted.

Approaching eleven o'clock, Chang An would climb up to his own attic driven by sleepiness.

The attic has been neatly cleaned up by Chang'an, and the only fly in the ointment is the dilapidated wire bed that Wang Cheng begged from a fellow who fled Shenzhen, which will squeak and squeak when he lies down.

At first, Chang An was also very satisfied with the wire bed. After all, in the first fifteen years of his life, he had never slept in such a soft bed.

After just a few nights' sleep, Chang An couldn't bear the squeaky screams of the dilapidated wire bed when he turned over.

Chang An seemed a little excited tonight, and he was still honestly sitting next to Wang Cheng at twelve o'clock and watching Wang Cheng play cards.

Because Wang Cheng told him that tomorrow the boss's son would have his birthday and he would go to help, and Chang An could take a day off.

The clock in the store finally sounded the electronic sound of the time at twelve o'clock on the hour, and several of Wang Cheng's card friends immediately dispersed and went back to their homes.

Unprecedentedly, Wang Cheng did not lock the door and leave in a hurry, but sat opposite Chang'an with a teacup.

"It's been more than ten days, and I haven't thought about sending a message home?"

Wang Cheng rubbed the teacup in his hand, looked at Chang An with a smile and asked.

Chang An was stunned, shook his head gently, and replied in a low voice.

"I don't know how to get the news, we're too poor to get anything. ”

Wang Cheng nodded in understanding, but still opened his mouth to suggest.

"Send a letter to your family, so that they don't worry. Your kid ran out quietly, maybe your father and mother are in a hurry now. ”

Chang An nodded, which can be regarded as accepting.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng took out a ballpoint pen and a stack of stationery from his arms, plus an envelope that had been stamped, and then said to Chang An.

"Go write it, and send it back to the post office while you're off tomorrow. It's so big, don't let your family worry about you. ”

Chang An naturally took the thing in Wang Cheng's hand, without half a point of twisting. Wang Cheng smiled with satisfaction, and Chang An listened to his words.

Seeing Wang Cheng lock the door and leave, Chang An climbed up to the attic with the things Wang Cheng had prepared for himself.

Turning on the dim incandescent lamp in the attic, Chang An looked at the blank letter in front of him but didn't know where to start.

After hesitating for a long time, Chang An decided to write down his current situation so as not to worry his family.

After tossing for half the night, when the clock downstairs finally sounded at three o'clock, Chang An finally put down the ballpoint pen in his hand with satisfaction and looked at the letter he wrote with satisfaction.

Crumpled the scratch paper full of typos into a ball, and Chang An carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope.

According to the unclear memory, Chang An filled in the recipient and the address, and gently put the envelope in a place where he thought it was safe, and Chang An fell asleep on the wire bed.

Maybe it was because he had tossed too long the night before, and when Chang An woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. After glancing at the letter, Chang An got up from the bed with confidence.

By the time Chang An packed everything up and was ready to go out, the time had quietly slipped into noon.

Carefully took out the spare key of the store from the gap next to the kitchen stove, Chang An went out with the first letter he wrote in his life, and when he left, Chang An repeatedly confirmed that the door of the store had been locked by himself, for fear that something would go wrong with the door in his hands.

After eating a fried noodle on the side of the road that he felt was as delicious as the world, Chang An walked towards the post office.

Today is a working day, and there are not many people in the post office to send letters and pick up letters, so Chang An easily came to the counter and handed the letter to the counter.

The staff at the counter glanced at the envelope and shoved it out again.

"There are not enough stamps, this is to be posted with a two-piece stamp, you are eight cents. ”

Chang An was stunned, this was the first time he sent a letter, he didn't know that the letter was also divided into local and foreign ports, and there was a difference of four cents between the two.

After hesitating for a long time, Chang An couldn't help but ask.

"So what should I do? ”

The staff at the counter pointed to a glass case in the doorway where a person was seated.

"Go there and buy another eight-cent sticker, and bring it to me. ”

Chang An said thank you, and ran to the glass counter with the letter.

The person watching the counter seemed to have already noticed Chang An, and when he saw Chang An coming over, the person watching the counter asked casually.

"How much does it cost?"

"Eight cents. ”

The man at the counter nodded, took out a stamp with 80 points printed on it from the glass counter, and took out a small box of paste from the cardboard box on the counter.

"Stamps and paste, a total of one dollar. ”

Chang An nodded, and hurriedly took out a handful of money from his pocket, scattered with more than three hundred yuan.

took out a one-dollar banknote that was already a little worn out, and Chang An handed it to the person who looked at the counter with some pain.

Maybe he was in a good mood, and after Chang An paid, the person who watched the counter also pointed out how to paste the stamps.

After Chang An pasted the stamps, the person who watched the counter quietly put a small box of paste that Chang An had just spent two cents on back into the carton, and then said with a smile to Chang An.

"Hurry up and send it to your family, don't delay. ”

Chang An nodded, as if he had forgotten all about the paste he had spent two cents on.

After sending the letter, Chang An walked on the way back and suddenly remembered that he forgot to take the paste he had spent money on.

Chang An, who was about to go back to get the paste he bought, turned his head but was blocked by two strong men.

I saw one of the strong men baring a mouthful of yellow teeth and saying to Chang An.

"Little brother, I just came here to eat around recently, right? I am Zhang Lishu, the invincible fist of the Northeast Gang, call me big brother, I guarantee that no one in this neighborhood will dare to bully you in the future. ”

Chang An smiled.

"Big brother!"