When his consciousness was awakened by the first rays of sunlight in the morning, Mo Chen turned over lazily, this feeling of being nested in the quilt was really real, and he hoped that after opening his eyes, he would find that these days, those incredible encounters were all a dream of Nan Ke.

??“ Yo hey~~ Wake up! Don't play dead pigs there. This is a piercing voice that is more piercing than an alarm clock, and it is naturally the "One Flower" Haiting in Room 404.

?? Mo Chen lazily opened one eye, as if doing so, the other closed eye, and the other half of the brain, could still continue to sleep.

?? Haiting sat on the edge of his bed, facing the makeup mirror, constantly applying skin cream and other things to his face.

?? Haiting glanced at Mo Chen, completely ignoring Mo Chen's brain, whether he was awake at the moment, and complained to Mo Chen, "I was almost scared to death last night, I didn't sleep all night, you look at my dark circles~~"

?? Mo Chen's brain buzzed, and he sat up straight, his action was fast and abnormal, but it jumped Haiting again. Haiting shouted, "What? Trick the corpse! ”

?? Mo Chen, who had just woken up, had a dull look in his eyes and his hair was unkempt, but he asked Haiting anxiously, "What happened last night?" ”

?? Haiting's eyes rolled, looked Mo Chen up and down, and suddenly realized, "Hey~~ Calm and calm!" I mean Lao Kang. ”

Haiting has a lot of cleanliness habits, so naturally he can't be so generous to change beds with Lu Zhong and let Kang Qiang live with them. So, like an acrobatic performance, Kang Qiang squeezed into the top bunk where Lu Zhong was, and this night, whenever Kang Qiang and the two people on the upper bunk turned over and moved slightly, the whole bed would make a creaking sound.

That's why there is an argument that Haiting didn't sleep well all night, because he was worried all night that he would be so unfortunate to be crushed into a meatloaf.

"Whew~~" Mo Chen let out a sigh, he still thought that he had slept too soundly and missed some earth-shattering "big event".

Mo Chen glanced at the room, except for him and Hai Ting, everyone else was gone. While he was asleep, the time had secretly reached ten o'clock in the morning, and it seemed that this late absenteeism was inevitable.

The project on Haiting's face has been completed, and while cleaning up those bottles and cans, he said, "Don't look at it, they all went out, didn't they say yesterday that they would divide labor to find the location on the map." ”

"Oh, yes! That's not easy, they're all so diligent. Simply the "last place", Mo Chen simply and lazily spread out on the bed, indulging his waist.

Haiting put on a coat and opened the door, "I'll go out and buy you breakfast, you take advantage of this time to quickly clean up your personal hygiene." Look at your mouth~~Oh my God~~ I'm about to smoke a pig to death. ”

Mo Chen grinned and whispered, "You're not dead yet." ”

The door slammed shut, and I don't know if Haiting heard this, when Haiting came back with a few buns and two cups of soy milk, Mo Chen not only picked himself up, but also cleaned up the hygiene of the old nest.

While the two of them were eating a belated breakfast, Mo Chen listened to Haiting say that today's arrangement. It's not Zheng Yi that they are diligent today, it's only that Mo Chen slept too hard this morning, early in the morning, Zheng Yi and they were woken up by Mo Chen's mobile phone ringtone. The phone call that Mo Chen answered for the son who owed the child in the nearby Haiting was Fan Tong, saying that there was something important and asked Mo Chen to come over.

Fan Tong didn't say too much detail on the phone, and the court was a little worried about Kang Qiang's presence, so he didn't ask more, as if there was news about Fan Tong's mother.

Listening to Haiting, Kang Qiang promised when he left in the morning that he would help them ask for leave again today, but whether the school can get through it depends on their luck.

When Mo Chen and Haiting arrived at Fan Tong's rental house, Fan Tong was already impatient, and as soon as there was a knock on the door, the door was immediately opened.

As soon as Mo Chen's apology was halfway through, Fan Tong immediately interrupted, pointed to a cardboard box on the coffee table and said, "Take a look!" ”

The cardboard box placed on the coffee table is just an ordinary shoebox, but looking at its surface, it is some years, and the original brand logo has been blurred and yellowed.

Mo Chen lifted the lid of the box to reveal a thick pile of letters, he grabbed a handful of the letters pressed under the box, judging from the style of the envelope, it seemed that it was too old, the sallow cover, the ink of the brush. What shocked Mo Chen even more was that on the yellowed envelope, there were a few big words written in a dignified manner - "Ling'er personally opened".

"This is? ......" Mo Chen's hands trembled a little because of excitement, he twisted the letter, and looked at Fan Tong inquiringly, Fan Tong nodded allowingly, "Just look at it." ”

Mo Chen gently pulled out the letter paper, for fear that he would use too much force and break the thin paper. The letter paper was neatly folded into a vertical strip and folded in half in the middle, Mo Chen had a strange feeling in his heart, he remembered hearing the older generation of people in his family say that in the past era, when even landline phones were not popularized, people wrote letters and conveyed messages to each other.

And this hand-written letter, there is an unwritten "etiquette", if the letter is sent to the elders, then after the letter is folded, it cannot be folded in half, but left on one side longer, the other side shorter. The long side shows the elders, and the short side shows oneself, and the purpose of doing this is to show respect for the elders.

As for the letters that are folded in half, most of them are letters written by peers, or by elders to younger generations. Generally speaking, people who do not follow this rule, or do not understand this "etiquette", are likely not so coincidental to deliberately fold the letter so neatly.

The person who wrote the letter should be not young now, Mo Chen thought in his heart, and began to read the contents of the letter.

Ling'er:

Seeing that faith is like people, we must all be very lucky to be alive......

The whole letter paper is full of the sender, the thoughts of the recipient Ling'er, and the happiness of their well-being, but also the panic about the future. Other than that, there was no mention of other things, and on the place where the payment was made, there was a distant and familiar name written - Liu Yan.

"Liu Yan?" Mo Chen's eyes widened, unable to control the surprise and excitement in his heart, "How could Liu Yan's letter to Ling'er be in your hands?" ”

Fan Tong's confused eyes were filled with a hint of complexity, "It's hard for me to believe that I found these letters in my mother's room." ”

She pointed to the stacked letters in the box, and said in a trembling voice, "Not only this one, but all the letters here are all written by Liu Yan to Ling'er." I suspect that this Liu Yan is still alive, and that Ling'er is likely to be ...... My Mom! ”

"What did you say?!"