"If you still have the heart to think about what you don't have, it's better to find something to do."

This flight went directly to Los Angeles, the whole journey took more than 20 hours, and I couldn't eat, sleep, or eat, I had to find something to do.

Duanmuli didn't want to listen to someone's unconscious Versailles speech anymore, so she directly opened her backpack and took out a thick stack of letters.

"This is the lucky one that Sister Wei drew from this year's fan letters, I hope you don't know how to lift up."

But she had already prepared a plan for her to spend time.

Ni Bingyan ignored her witty words, took the letter, took a letter paper, a pen, and a stack of blank envelopes, and directly put down the table and prepared to start work.

For her, writing a reply to a reader on a long-haul plane doesn't require wasting her brain, and she does something meaningful, which she really enjoys.

The plane began to fly smoothly, Ning Huihui sat alone in the back, although it was a luxury cabin, and the seat was very comfortable, but she still felt bored, so she stood up and lay on the back of the chair and talked to Ni Bingyan:

"Celebrities really read fan letters?"

Since the little junior sister went to college in other places, Ning Huihui didn't have much time to see her, and she can only know some details about the daily life of female stars, and she really doesn't know these details.

If it were with others, Ni Bingyan might say, "Of course, how can there be celebrities who don't read fan letters?" But this is their sister-in-law, and now they are seated in the corner, so it is more practical.

"Some employees of the company are responsible for reading them, and after finishing them, they will pick a few representative letters and let the artist reply to the letter, or find an employee with a more similar handwriting to reply in the tone of the artist; Some of them are directly disposed of as garbage, but they say to the outside world, 'Of course, dear, I have read all your letters!' ’； We are Sister Wei live broadcast the lottery, blindfolded, with her back to the camera, grabbing which one is which. The lottery will be handed over to me, let me reply, and the rest will be put into the reader's letter library, and I will continue to draw next time. There are others, which are difficult to say based on the specific situation. ”

No matter how you deal with it, it's actually quite understandable.

After all, the artist's schedule is tight, unless he is small and transparent, and he receives few letters, otherwise, there is no time to reply to comments on Weibo, how can he have time to reply to the letters one by one?

"That's interesting, too."

Ning Huihui said this in her mouth, and she was really curious about what fans would write to their favorite stars, but she still sat down politely.

It is very rude to snoop on other people's letters.

Ni Bingyan didn't mean to show the letter to the two of them.

In case a fan writes something private in the letter, it is not easy for others to know.

This event has been held every year since Sister Wei was signed.

Ni Bingyan is not a traffic idol, and the letters sent by fans are not all rainbow farts and words to express their love.

The composition of her fans is more complicated, many of them like to write some private things in the letter, hoping that she will give some advice, without the consent of the owner of the letter, she will not let others see it.

Ning Huihui has never been out of the province in her life, and this is the first time she has gone abroad, so she didn't sit down for a while, felt bored, and stood up again.

"How many letters do you receive each year?"

Ni Bingyan paused: "I don't count the specific number of letters, my fans like to write letters, probably that kind of big storage box, there can be more than a dozen boxes like this a year." ”

"My favorite fairy tale book author when I was a child bought several houses in order to release letters from readers."

Knowing for the first time that someone around her could also receive a lot of letters, Ning Huihui inevitably remembered this incident.

Ni Bingyan thought thoughtfully: "I haven't done this for the time being, and I have always kept it in the warehouse rented by the company." But you did remind me that I have to find a place to put it when I go back. ”

There are more and more letters, and it is quite distressing for the company to be reluctant to rent and destroy the letters, or to keep them improperly and damaged.

Talking, looking at letters, reading one, replying one.

Time passes imperceptibly.

During the period, the flight attendant came to deliver a drink, and Ni Bingyan asked for a glass of warm lemonade.

The lemon has no seeds removed, and it tastes slightly bitter.

Ni Bingyan didn't dislike it.

I drank it dry in one gulp and opened the next letter.

The letter is from "Ms. Li" in Rongcheng, and it is very interestingly written, and the full text is as follows:

[Dear Ms. Ni: Seeing the letter is like meeting, showing the letter is good!]

The last time I wrote a letter was more than ten years ago, when I wrote a love letter to my husband.

I haven't touched the pen for a long time, the handwriting is not good, and I don't want to joke.

However, the odds of being drawn are very low, so when I am in the dead of night, I will quietly tell you about my troubles!

I used to be a young woman who didn't care much about money.

When you have money, you spend it, and when you don't have money, you don't spend it.

I don't remember how much I spent on something I just bought, I just care if I like it; I don't care if it's worth it, I only care about whether I like it or not.

I don't know when it started, maybe after I had my first child, or maybe after I had my second child, I suddenly changed a lot.

I started growing vegetables on the balcony.

I don't grow anything too troublesome.

A pot, a bag of soil, and then insert onions and garlic or grow leeks, all year round, there is no need to buy many spices at home.

I began to get used to washing dishes and clothes after eleven o'clock and turning on the air conditioner, which saved hundreds of dollars a year.

It's not much, four hundred!

What can you do with 400 dollars?

In the past, I might have bought a knick-knack to keep at home, but I might have forgotten it in a blink of an eye.

But I can tell you exactly right now.

400 yuan can buy 200 catties of white noodles, enough for a family to eat for a year.

If it is in season, 400 yuan can buy more than 200 catties of cabbage, potatoes, white radish, or beans, and you can't eat them all, you can't eat them at all.

If you don't pursue the brand, pure cotton T-shirts can be bought back a lot on the night, enough for the whole family, including cats and dogs, to live a summer of wearing new clothes.

I finally learned to live my life, in my thirties.

I was glad for that, because I was slowly becoming like all the virtuous mothers.

I have never felt so deeply that in this era, in this country, it is so easy to achieve food and clothing.

But I quickly became sad.

Something so easy to do, in our country, in this world where I breathe all the time, there are so many people who can't do it.

At this moment, my heart was no longer filled with a sense of happiness and satisfaction, but a strong sense of powerlessness.

It turns out that I am so small, to the world, I am just a drop in the ocean, and I can't even compare to this droplet.

I came to this world without a sense of existence, and I will leave quietly.

What a terrible thing that is?

When I reach middle age, I start to regret it, maybe when I was younger, I could have worked harder, maybe, I have other options?

I used to just like you, but now I'm starting to be deeply jealous of you, envious of you.

I envy you for doing many, many things for the world, and I envy you for doing many, many things for the world.

This feeling may be difficult for ordinary people to understand, right?

If you read this letter, do you know if you are confused?

Oh, probably this woman ate too much fried rabbit today and held on.

A little bit of broken thoughts, don't say good night!

Your middle-aged and elderly fan Li XX.

YEAR X MONTH X DAY]

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