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The son has been away from home for five days, and during these five days, the mother has a feeling of losing her soul and living like a year.

She did the math, the letter from her son's arrival at school should arrive today. I went downstairs and opened the mailbox, but there was no letter except for the daily newspaper of the day ordered by the bureau for my wife.

took out the newspaper, locked the mailbox, and turned around to see Aunt Liu, an old neighbor who often went to the vegetable market with him to buy vegetables, coming down from upstairs.

"Sister Li, how did I find out that you have always been sad these days, thinking of your son?"

"Yes, he Aunt Liu, his mother is worried, Xiaoshanzi has been gone for five days, why hasn't the letter arrived yet?"

"You forgot the next sentence, your mother is not worried. Half a child, as soon as he left the house, he was like a monkey putting a rope, patronizing and being happy, and forgetting about his mother. Such a big boy, there will be nothing wrong, you just put your heart in your stomach! Aunt Liu knew that when Li Chunhua's son was not at home, she would not go to buy vegetables for a few days, so she went to the vegetable market alone.

The wife went for a walk in the park, and after Li Chunhua went upstairs, she stayed alone in the empty home, and missed her son more and more, so she couldn't help but walk into her son's room. When the son is not at home, the mother still cleans the room once a day, the blue and white checkered sheets on the bed are flat and clean, the various books on the shelves are neatly stacked, and there is only one desk calendar on the desk, and the date on the desk is still stuck on the day the son left home...... Li Chunhua regretted a little, regretting that she did not try her best to prevent her son from applying for a school so far away from home, and a trace of resentment for her son and mother faintly welled up in her heart.

For a few days, Zhong Shulin also worried about his son, but the way he distracted his thoughts was to go to the park to play chess with his old friends.

It's been a week since my son left home, and he hasn't heard from him yet. The mother finally couldn't hold her breath anymore, and in the morning, when she saw that her husband was going downstairs to the park again, she hurriedly stopped her and said, "Dad, my son has been gone for a week, and there is no letter coming, so why don't you write a letter and ask." ”

"It's not good to write a letter, but maybe as soon as I send this letter, my son's letter will also arrive." Saying this, Zhong Shulin still obeyed his wife's request, spread stationery on the writing desk, took out the pen from the jade pen holder, and sat down to carry the pen to write a letter to his son.

"Wu'er Zhongshan:

You have been away from home for more than a week, and your mother is very concerned and asked me to write a letter, asking you how you are going to study and live in Jiangcheng?

Leaving your parents and going into the world on your own, you may face difficulties and challenges, but we believe that you will be able to cope with them calmly and adapt to the new environment as soon as possible. I hope that through active and hard work, you will become the pillar of talent needed for national construction as soon as possible, and become the pride of our Zhong family.

When you arrive at university, your studies are important, and your health should not be neglected. Food, clothing, housing and transportation must be properly arranged, and if the living expenses are not enough, write a letter to the family, and we will remit it to you as soon as possible.

When you are not busy with studying, you often write letters to your family to comfort your mother and child.

Shun Zhi Xue'an!"

The letter was written, and Zhong Shulin read it to his wife. After hearing this, Li Chunhua hurriedly looked for the envelope, urged her husband to write down the address, sealed the letter, pasted an 8-cent stamp, and trotted to the post box at the corner of the street. It happened that the postman was opening the mailbox to pick up the letter, and he was busy handing the letter to the postman, and asked, "Young man, how many days will it take for the letter to arrive in Jiangcheng?" ”

The postman said, "About three or four days."

Seeing the postman put the letter in the green canvas pocket and ride away on a bicycle, a mother's heart was also taken away. When I got home, I began to count the time I received my son's reply again.