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The speed of the high-speed rail is really incomparable, as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind.

At half past one in the afternoon, he set off from Guangzhu City, and by five o'clock, Yao Yayao had already returned to his hometown, Chaoxian City, and Chaodong County, which were hundreds of kilometers away.

Yao Yayao's home is in an old neighborhood from the early 80s. Here, the tallest commercial building is only five or six stories high. They are all in the appearance of uniform gray washed stone rice, which is already a bit dilapidated, revealing an old atmosphere.

In this community, the families with a bit of wealth have already moved to a more high-end high-rise residential community. Therefore, Yao Yayao has come all the way and met not too many familiar neighbors.

Yao Yayao went straight to the grocery store helmed by his father in the community, but saw that the door of the roller shutter was closed.

"Huh? What's going on?! Yao Yayao was stunned for a while before reacting, today is the twenty-seventh lunar month at the end of the year, it is almost Chinese New Year's Eve, and my father is estimated to be doing a lot of hygiene and cleaning at home.

Mr. Yao's home is on the fourth floor of an old merchandise building not too far from the grocery store. As he paced all the way up, he saw piles of debris piled up in the staircase corridor, and some of the debris that had been cleaned up by families at the end of the year.

Because of going to college, Yao Yayao did not carry the door key of the house. He was about to knock on the door, but he saw that the mottled iron door and the wooden door inside were all hidden.

Yao Yayao pushed the door directly in.

The entrance is a small living room. In the living room, there is a round table with an induction cooker, as well as large and small plates of raw meat, vegetables, and non-staple foods. It seems that his father has prepared a sumptuous beef hot pot dinner.

casually threw the suitcase in the corner of the living room, and then Yao Yayao snorted softly, but there was no response.

Could it be that my father is not at home, but the door is not locked, so what's going on? Yao Yayao couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in his heart.

Yao Yayao's home is a small apartment with two bedrooms and two bedrooms, with an area of about 70 square meters. Yao Yayao pushed open the wooden door of his father's room, and then saw a scene that made him a little "slightly" stunned.

said that it was "slight", it was because the show in front of him had been staged almost every year since Yao Yayao was sensible. Usually, it will only be staged as scheduled on the day of Yao Yayao's mother's death. As for the performance at the end of the year, it is relatively rare.

In Dad's room, on the bed board and on the floor, row after row, lined up in a neat array, lined up with many, many yellowed old-fashioned envelopes.

Each letter was opened, and the letterhead inside was pulled out. The envelope is pressed on top.

These envelopes come in a variety of appearances and colors. There are kraft paper, there are white, and pink, pink, blue, yellow, and so on. Like colorful butterflies, they fill almost all the flat spaces in the room.

Yao Yayao knew what these letters were. This is the "precious labor fruit" of the long-distance relationship between my father and mother when they were young. It is said that they could almost say that they wrote a letter every day or two back then.

These letters are the imprint of the time and space of the old times. Back then, it was rare to even make a phone call, let alone a short message, Weixin and the like. Under the renewal of the times, some popular old objects in the past have now become distant memories of ancient times.

For Yao Yayao, he has only received one letter in his life so far. That is to receive an acceptance letter from the university. As for writing letters to others? I'm sorry, there has never been any legend of my brother on the rivers and lakes.

Dad was sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and was unusually engrossed, carefully studying an old letter in his hand.

Yao Yayao's mother passed away relatively early. When he was about three years old, his mother died of illness. Then his father never remarried, so the two have always relied on each other.

Except for being able to get to know his mother's face in some old photos, Yao Yayao does not have any unforgettable memories of his mother. Therefore, he was basically indifferent to these old letters, and he never felt that these letters were very important.

However, my father regarded these old letters as if they were treasures. Usually it is tightly wrapped with plastic wrap, and then heavily protected, what desiccant, insect repellent are used, plus the iron box and the outermost wooden box multi-layer protection.

Yao Yayao remembered that when he was a child, his father once sighed to himself like this and said:

"Dad doesn't have a life of glory and wealth in this life, so there is no way to leave you any gold and silver treasures."

"The more than 1,000 letters in this box will be the only precious property your parents have left you! As long as you're alive, you have to keep them carefully, and you don't want to lose them. ”

At that time, Yao Yayao was only in his teens, so he replied stupidly:

"Is it because of the old stamps on it, will it be more valuable and appreciate in the future?"

My dad replied, "No, it has nothing to do with stamps." ”

"That's because these letters are a record of all the beautiful youth memories of my parents and parents."

These letters will give you a chance to peek into the thick young memoirs of your parents. Instead of waiting for me to ascend to heaven and become a Buddha in the future, all your lifelong memories of your parents will only be a few empty posthumous photos. ”

Dad was reading the letter with his back to the door of the room. His body did not move, and his whole person was like a solemn stone statue.

Obviously, his whole body was immersed in reminiscing about old times. Therefore, whether it was Yao Yayao pushing the door in the living room just now, making some small noises, or even calling him softly later, he couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't hear it.

There was no light on in the room. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the little light of the remnant sun slipped in from outside the window, dimly illuminating the small room.

Yao Yayao was silent and did not make a sound to disturb his father. I don't know why, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was very beautiful, and it was necessary to record it forever. So, he took out his mobile phone. Well, it's the brand new "Hua Wei" M12 that Noah is rewarded as part of the salary, not the original cheap rice brand phone.

With a "click", the serious back scene of my father reading the letter has been recorded in high definition since then.

This movement was relatively loud, and my father was alarmed. He couldn't help but look back.

Then he smiled with great kindness and kindness:

"Little Yaozi, you're back!"

Yao Yayao didn't speak, just nodded silently. He also showed an extremely warm, spring breeze smile. He opened his phone's photo gallery to see the photo he had just taken. After seeing that the light and shadow effects were extremely perfect, the smile on his face became even greater.

"Let's go, let's hurry up and brush the hot pot... Everything is ready for dinner... Dad got up slowly, took a cigarette case out of his pocket, and pressed it against the letter he had just put down on the floor.

(Next chapter preview: "Father's Back 2")

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