A large truck is parked in front of the snowy mountain ranch hut.

Its carriage is bright red, and with a huge yellow cartoon dragon, it is very conspicuous.

And the SOS letter written on it, those who don't know think it's a distress signal, and those who know will understand that it's a convenience store truck.

More than a year ago, the Sunday convenience store opened in Montana, and apparently some of the people in the crowd of construction workers next to it knew it.

SOS now has an advanced freight channel, with more than 100 of these 10-ton trucks running around the U.S. day and night. Cod caught on Seattle's east coast in the morning can be delivered to San Francisco in the evening, and it is precisely because of this fast freight support that SOS has been able to develop rapidly, and now it can basically open an additional branch in half a month, which is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

The car in front of him was driving from New York, and after arriving at Billings yesterday, the driver called Han Qianshan and said that he would come to the ranch to deliver things this afternoon. When Han Xuan rushed home, the Ferrari was sliding down the ramp from the truck bed, and a few cowboys were carefully holding it.

More than 20 days ago, in order to catch the plane to New York, the father and son drove the car to Billings, and then stayed in the warehouse there, and now they happened to bring it along the way.

Guo's mother didn't know what was in the car, so she asked the two cowboys to help carry it to the corridor, and the pink envelope handed to her by the driver was half exposed outside her pocket at this time.

Someone didn't know it yet, tiptoed to the middle-aged driver, ignored the kitten holding his legs, put on a cute look and asked, "Uncle, what about the letter you said yesterday??"

When the driver saw a child coming, he immediately snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, scratched his head and said, "You mean the letter that the boss asked me to bring?"

"I've given it to the lady, the one at the door. ”

"Madame!?"

Xiao Han Xuan's heart was cold, and he quietly turned his head, and sure enough, his mother was looking at him with a smile under the eaves.

Looks like someone is going to explain it well

In the evening, the waterfowl spread their wings and returned to their nests, and the lakeside cabins quietly changed, most notably with more oil paintings on the walls.

McDull had been crazy outside all day, and just went into the house to find the little master, but I didn't think about almost slipping, the floor was so clean. The boy next to him was glaring at it, grabbing McDull's big face and ravaging it, retaliating for it for soiling the floor, which was the fruit of Xiao Han Xuan's labor in the afternoon.

On the sofa not far away, my mother was lying watching TV, and when she saw this scene, she squinted and said, "Have you washed the dishes in the kitchen, why are you lazy there, you don't want this." ”

After speaking, he shook the envelope in his hand, pinched a lychee and put it in his mouth. This afternoon, she was leisurely, her son's little tail was caught in her hands, and she was asked to do whatever she wanted, such as these peeled lychees, as well as the brand-new windows, all of which showed this tragic child abuse incident.

Xiao Han Xuan gritted his teeth, and when he swept the envelope, he immediately gave in, obediently walked to the edge of the pool, and stood on a stool to wash the dishes.

The mother stuck her head out, looked at her son's back, and grinned.

When the father came home at seven o'clock, he saw his son looking at him with teary eyes as soon as he opened the door, and thought that something had happened, so he hugged his son and asked, "What's wrong? Who bullied you, Dad will help you get revenge." ”

The boy suddenly came to his senses, pointed to the room and said, "It's not my mother yet, I've cleaned up all afternoon, and Anya's letter hasn't been given to me yet." ”

"Oops, what did she write?"

Han's father gossiped that the words of revenge were habitually amnesiac.

"It's not like it's Mom, I haven't seen it yet. The boy pouted and pretended to be pitiful.

Sitting on the sofa and thinking for a long time, Han Qianshan finally planned to help his son ask for an explanation, and when he came out in the middle of the morning, he did have a letter in his hand, but his expression was not quite right, and he was washing and cooking for the next half a month, anyway, I don't know what happened.

Xiao Han Xuan quickly hid in the room with the envelope, Han Qianshan was just about to follow over to take a look, the door was slammed shut, and then there was a sound of anti-locking, and his pro-Laozi stood in front of the door, wanting to cry without tears.

In the room, the boy covered the quilt and only showed his head outside, and the thief looked at his hand shyly, only to see a line of beautiful English letters written on it: Letter to Han Xuan's brother. There is neither a zip code nor a stamp, and more importantly, there is not even an address, if it weren't for the help of Old Man Han, it would be really strange for Han Xuan to see it at this moment.

couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching, turned over and pouted his ass and lay on the bed, reaching out to carefully open the seal, there was only a piece of paper inside, which was pink like the cover. He laughed before he started to look at Han Xuan, and he found that this feeling was like the mood when he secretly passed notes between girls in a junior high school class.

The whole paper is full of words, mostly in crooked Chinese, occasionally forgotten words, and mixed with a lot of English, which her great-grandmother taught her, and bilingual education since childhood is smart and smart, which is not very difficult for Anya.

The letterhead was full of childish content, probably how many pictures she had drawn today, or her liking to eat strawberry ice cream on the street corner, or her favorite female teacher who was leaving because she had a baby, and she had no one to play with her at school.

It's like confiding in his brother, telling Han Xuan all the good and bad.

The page was read quickly, the boy was stupidly happy, and then read it again from the beginning, only to find that there was still a paragraph written on the reverse side: Dear Han Xuan, I hope you will reply as soon as possible after receiving the letter, Doloris misses you very much.

The payment was made by Cecilia, probably secretly added by her when she sent the letter.

The hour hand of the copper alarm clock at the head of the bed pointed to nine o'clock, Han Xuan still couldn't fall asleep back and forth, so he simply got up, put on his coat and came to the desk to write a reply to Anya.

Smoothing out a piece of letter paper and filling the delicate little fountain pen with ink, the boy thought for a long time before he wrote:

Dear Sister Anya, I miss you too.

I had just returned from New York with my dad by car, and I encountered many interesting things along the way.

When it's time for the summer vacation, if Aunt Cecilia allows it, I want you to come to the snowy mountain ranch for a few days, the scenery here is beautiful.

The kitten is doing well here, I named him Fat Ding, and the stupid donkey, you will love them

Next time I'm done writing a letter, send it to a Sunday convenience store and I'll get back to you soon.

-- Han Xuan.

The boy put down the pen in his hand, and half an hour had passed, and he had fallen asleep in a daze for half a day while lying on the bed.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn, and the roosters were still lying in bed.

Xiao Han Xuan tossed Fat Ding and McDull awake, held the Leica camera and took a hard shot, as if he was not very satisfied with their confused expressions, rubbed his two big faces, and took pictures of them again.

So when Old Barton came back from Augusta Town to buy groceries and help Han Xuanshu in the photo, Fat Ding and McDull continued to be confused with messy hair.

It's Thursday, and the postman will come to the neighborhood to pick up the letters, and it will be troublesome to miss this time and send them out again, so they can only use these photos in the envelopes that have been prepared for a long time, and when they send them to Billings, there will be a truck in the SOS store to help take them to New York.

Think about more than 20 years later, the United States express delivery from the east to the west, more time than to send to China, you can imagine what kind of work efficiency they were in the nineties.

Rushing to deliver the envelope to the side of the road, the little boy finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the small gray pickup truck of the USPS smoke away from the distance.

The sun was shining outside, and when he saw that his father was going out, he asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

The father snorted softly, as if he had been hit last night, and walked away angrily ignoring his son. Han Xuan was already surprised by his father's childish behavior, turned his head and smiled, and climbed into the car.

Father Han rolled his eyes and drove east.

Looking around, the vast grasslands are connected to the sky, cattle and sheep are hanging their tails nearby, and cowboys riding tall American flower horses quietly follow them.

These are now the boys' ranches.