The day after Zhao Jianguo left, I really received a letter from my father.

I just remember that the wind was a bit strong that day, and the big brother of the postman of China Post had a red face. His face was full of reluctance, and he wanted to die and said, "Zhang Gensheng, are you Zhang Gensheng?" ”

I smiled and said, "It's me, I'm Zhang Gensheng." ”

He took out a letter from the broken mail bag, handed it to me, and muttered: "What age is it, and you still write letters on paper, and you have to come all the way to deliver ...... to you."

Zhang Genhuo was not happy when he heard it, he pouted and said: "What's wrong with writing a letter, you city people are amazing, my father said that you city people are stupid......"

I quickly covered Zhang Genhuo's mouth, he was tall and big, and it was quite difficult for me to cover it.

Then I turned to the postman's brother and said, "This big brother, I'm really sorry to let you run so far, you wait, I'll go get something." ”

Although this postman has gossiped a little more, he has delivered letters to us on such a difficult road here, and it can be said that he is not unresponsible. And this uncle can't be offended, he is offended, and he will find a reason not to come in the future, and my family and my father will really lose contact.

I turned around and walked towards the coop.

At this time, Zhang Genhuo's beast-like keen perception played a crucial role.

Our eggs are usually controlled by roots, and he learned from my husband to multiply and divide within 20 to put my eggs in order, so that he has eggs to eat every day.

That's right, it's just that he has it every day, and no one else can even think about it.

This foodie's mouth is really not in vain, not only eggs, as long as the family is delicious, he has a monopoly, our family doesn't care about him, who makes him the youngest?

In this way, his nutrition has always been at the advanced level in the village, when I was nineteen years old, one meter seventy-three, this kid was sixteen years old and one meter eighty-three, plus a muscle, a little giant alive.

Just as I took out five eggs from the chicken coop, he grabbed my hand and said to me fiercely: "Big brother, I have no problem with you pleasing this kid, but this egg is my life, if you want to give away my life, I will fight with you." ”

His serious appearance really made me feel the urge to smoke him.

Well, I still can't hold back.

Still fight with me? I jumped up and slapped him in the head.

Wang Ba calf, you forgot who you coaxed.

He covered his head and looked at me pitifully, as if at this moment, he had lost his love for his own brother and, more importantly, he had lost his eggs, which was equivalent to him losing the whole world.

I ignored him and stuffed ten chai eggs into the postman's bag, and he said no, but he accepted it with his hand.

What's wrong with the people in the city, the people in the city also like chai eggs.

sent the postman away, but when he turned around, Zhang Genhuo was gone.

That's right, after that, he didn't talk to me for three days.

Until one day I took a nest of eggs out of the woods......

Zhang Gen ate the bird's eggs and said to me vaguely: "Big brother, you said that the eggs that fly in the sky are more fragrant than the eggs that run on the ground......"

That's right, in Zhang Genhuo's opinion, no matter how big the enmity I have with him, I can't compare to a bird's egg, if not, it's a nest of bird's eggs.

Choke you to death, and you can't stop your mouth when you eat.

Foodie aside, as for my father's letter, I am not unimpressed.

Why, he wrote...... A poem......

Roots:

Did you miss your father?

Tell your mom, I miss her

Tell Genhuo that I miss him

Tell our old hen that I miss it too

And also

Tell Big Black and Little Black to stop bullying Genhuo

Otherwise, I'm going to be spanked when I come back

Don't ask me when I'll be back

When you start to like peaches

Remember to listen to Uncle Zhao

I'll be back

Don't worry about me

- Your handsome old man

I looked at it several times, what a thing, the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth. This modern poet has told us, such as "Farewell to Kangqiao", what "Facing the Sea and Spring Blossoms" or something, which are all written very beautifully, and the artistic conception is fascinating. As far as my father writes, in terms of sentence structure, it does have the appearance of a modern poem, but in terms of content...... The soil has to be scum...... Comrade Zhang Shugen, don't learn how to write poetry if you don't have that bit of ink......

My mom wiped her hands and leaned over to me expectantly and asked, "What did your dad write?" ”

"He said he missed us, and he made me say he missed you"

I deliberately lengthened the word "think" and said.

My mother actually blushed and muttered: "It's all old husbands and wives, this old man, whatever you think, tell your children everything, and you don't feel ashamed!" ”

With that, he went back to cooking.

I smiled and looked at the letter again.

When I look at it, I feel that something is wrong.

Where is it?

The rice is fragrant, my mother's fried mushrooms are out of the pot, no matter what's wrong with him, I now feel that something must be wrong with my stomach anyway, I'm hungry.

Except for receiving a nondescript "poem", this day passed so uneventfully.

Early the next morning, Zhao Jianguo came.

After a few pleasantries, he went straight to the point and asked, "Did your father write from me?" ”

I nodded, pulled out the letter from my pocket with the bullshit poem on it, and handed it to him.

He took it very carefully, pinched the bottom of the letter with his right hand, and supported it from behind with his left hand, and read it carefully.

It seems that it is not a letter written by an old peasant to his family, but a holy decree issued by the emperor in ancient times, and it is like a child just born to his wife, who is identifying whether it is his own child, anyway, he is as serious as he wants.

I've never seen someone write a letter to their home, and I've never seen such a bad poem written, making a big fuss.

I picked at my feet, teasingly thinking.

"Who is Blackie?" He asked with concern.

"Ao, the child who plays with Genhuo, hey, mom is old and dark, so one is called Da Hei and the other is called Xiao Hei, why are you asking this?"

He replied with a little embarrassment: "Oh, it's okay, I can't help but be curious when your father deliberately mentioned it."

I can't help but be curious, you are still with me, do you have a lot of knowledge with my husband.

I felt a sudden chuckle in my heart, as if I knew something was wrong.

Zhao Jianguo asked again, "Don't you eat peaches?" ”

"No, of course, who doesn't like peaches......"

I stopped picking at my feet, suddenly thought of something, and then pretended to be very calm and said: "Hehe, I used to eat it, but once when I went to the tree to pick peaches, I got peach hairs, and I couldn't itch it, and I won't eat peaches anymore." ”

"Ao ......" Zhao Jianguo was a little disappointed in his eyes, and he returned the letter to me thoughtfully.

I lied.

The person who picked peaches and made peach hairs and never ate peaches again was not me.

It's Zhang Genhuo!

The reason why I panicked was because I realized that if my dad wasn't foolish, he meant to say it.

He's definitely not trying to make it look at it.

This is what I just suddenly thought of, just because of Big Black and Little Black!

My father wrote at the front of the letter, calling her for my mother, him for the root, and it for the old hen.

The above are very rigorous, but they are used to write big black and small black, which is normal in the eyes of outsiders, but in my opinion, this is not right.

Because Big Black and Little Black are sisters, according to the above logic, it should be them, not them.

My dad is avoiding something, to be precise, someone.

In addition, Zhao Jianguo has always cared so much about my father's letter. I have a keen sense that things are not so simple.

My dad must have wanted me to notice something.

What do you want me to notice?

There are two strange places in this letter, the first is the big black and the little black "them", and the second is that I started to eat peaches.

But I've always loved peaches, so why not start?

Begin?

They...... Begin......

Who are they, the gang that took my father? Begin? What did they start doing?

I couldn't help but fall into deep thought......

My dad was trying to tell me something, but why didn't he write it plainly? If he doesn't write it, if others can't see it, can't the letter be delivered?

So what is my father's situation?

Also, why does Zhao Jianguo care so much about my father's letter? Does he really care or does he have other intentions? To be honest, since my dad somehow left with the group, I don't have much trust in these strangers.

But when my father was leaving, he told Uncle Zhao that he was a very reliable person, and that he was a policeman.

Then should I tell Zhao Jianguo this "they started" information, he is a policeman, maybe my father's current situation is in need of the police's help.

I suddenly remembered the deep look in my father's eyes when he left, and the sentence: "Dad will write back from time to time!" He mentioned writing a letter and also mentioning Uncle Zhao, but he did not associate Uncle Zhao with the letter, and the beginning of the letter was written by my name.

It's just my name.

In other words, the letter is only related to me, and my father wants to write it to me. But the letter Zhao Jianguo will also see it, and he may also read the content of the letter, which can be thought of with a brain.

That is to say, what my father really wants to write to me are only those obscure words, and these words cannot be said to Zhao Jianguo.

That is to say, his current situation cannot be known to the police.

Is my dad ...... In crime?

Quite possibly...... It was as if he was being held hostage to do something, and judging by the fact that he was able to write letters to his family, and by his last "don't worry about me" sentence, he had a certain amount of personal freedom.

I couldn't help but gasp when I thought of this.

I couldn't calm down anymore, and my back was wet with cold sweat in an instant, and it was extremely cold in the autumn in the mountains.

I need to be calm.

I rolled a dry cigarette from the house, and took a puff, and the thick smoke choked my tears, and I coughed violently.

When my mother saw Zhao Jianguo coming, she hurried out to cook, so she didn't hear my cough.

Zhao Jianguo asked me with concern what was wrong, I wiped the tears that I choked, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "This tobacco leaf is trendy."

In fact, where is the tide of tobacco leaves, I, a person who has never smoked dry tobacco, inexplicably began to smoke eagerly, and then I was choked, I was afraid that he would be suspicious, so I lied again in a hurry.

After such a toss, my mind finally cleared up again.

I rethought my thoughts.

They begin

"They" must refer to a group of people, so to speak, an organization, so my father can't mention any information about this organization, so he uses "they".

"Start" is a verb, and there must be some words after it, but it's just that it's inconvenient for my dad to say, start a certain action? It's unlikely that a group of people will start a certain action. Most likely, start a plan, or an action. As for what the plan is, I can't guess no matter how rich my imagination is.

Another clue is that they seem to be very strong, so strong that my father does not let the police participate, on the basis of my father's extreme trust in Zhao Jianguo, there are two possibilities, one is that this matter is too big, Zhao Jianguo can't solve it as a small policeman, and my father is afraid of affecting him; There is also the possibility that my dad played an integral role in this plan, and my dad would be in danger if the police were involved.

But no matter which possibility it is, for now, as long as Zhao Jianguo doesn't know, it seems that my father will not be in any danger.

And Zhao Jianguo should really care about my father, because he was found by my father, and my father has no reason to entrust his family to a person he can't trust.

After some analysis, my head was about to explode, I took another puff of dry smoke, watching the smoke swirl in front of my eyes, I suddenly felt nineteen-year-old body, very tired, this world, far more complicated than I knew?

Daddy, you really think of me......