Weird mail from my house

I moved to an old house on Wutong Road in a small city. It was the house left by my grandmother. It was a two-story and a half-height small western-style building that was half-occupied by ivy. There was a small yard in front of it. , there is an old tree planted in the yard with luxuriant branches. In addition, there are many flowers and plants that cannot be named. They are not particularly expensive, but they make people feel happy. Even in the hot summer Refreshing.I heard from my mother before that this building has a history of more than a hundred years, but now it belongs to me completely.

After I moved into the old house, I spent a week cleaning up and down the house. Finally, when I was cleaning the attic, I found several boxes of letters. The recipients were all named Zhou Yuan, and the senders all had the same name. tree one.

The letters are well preserved, they haven’t been opened, and I don’t know who—maybe the aunt who comes to tidy up the house every once in a while—helps organize them well, and puts the letters away in chronological order. The above time has not stopped writing letters for ten years, and the last letter was 3 months ago.

I couldn't help but admire this man's perseverance.

Feeling something in my heart, I got up and ran to the mailbox downstairs to open it. Letters fell from the mailbox to the ground, and I couldn't help picking them up quickly.

Sure enough, these were letters written by the man named Shu Yi to Zhou Yuan.

I feel so strange, to this person named Zhou Yuan, to this person named Shu Yi, to this letter that has been going on for ten years without interruption.

Even though I was curious, I couldn't open these letters. I moved them to the studio, where I spend most of my time every day.

After a month, I have gotten used to the life here. The night here is very quiet, which allows me to have a good night's sleep.The daytime here is very quiet, not as noisy as in previous cities, which allows me to create with peace of mind.Every day passed very peacefully, which gave me a feeling of tranquility.

No one visits me on a day like this except the mail that arrives on time.

When I received the letter from Shuyi to Zhou Yuan in the mailbox again, my sleeping curiosity was awakened again.

Who is Shuyi, and why does he write letters again and again?Did he ever get a reply?Does he know that there is no one named Zhou Yuan here?Did he send the wrong address?But after sending it wrong for ten years, why did you still send it over?

Once curiosity is aroused again, I can't let it go.

I picked up the letters and looked through them carefully, only to find that each of these mails only had a recipient address, but not a sender address.

Not only did I laugh, what a confused person this is, he didn't even leave his own address, no wonder these letters couldn't be sent back.

I don't know if the post office can find out the source of these letters?

Just thinking about it made it feasible, so I changed clothes and went out, asking for the address of the post office all the way.

This city is very quiet, so quiet that even on the street, there are very few vehicles passing by, even pedestrians are walking quietly, neither noisy nor messy, everything is in order.

The post office is not far from my place, and I was fascinated by the scenery along the way.

For the past month, I stayed at home and only focused on creating, but I didn't expect this city to have such a beautiful side.The bridge built on the meandering river is very interesting. The bauhinia flowers planted on both sides of the road are already full of branches. When the breeze sweeps by, the petals fall on the ground and accumulate into a purple-red tapestry, which is very unusual. charming.

There are many shops on the side of the road, shop shop, tea shop, tool shop, snack shop, clothing shop, without exception, all have some old taste, but they all have a very distinctive facade, which is refreshing and more refreshing. It made me see the fun, and I thought that I might as well go shopping in this city some other day, and bring a drawing board to draw the life here.

When I came to this city that day, I didn't seem to have even looked at it before I entered the house dizzy.Now, visiting the city can be added to my schedule.

After walking through several streets, I finally came to the post office.

The post office in this city is not the same as what you usually see. It is a two-story wooden building that is also covered with green plants, but it gives people a sense of awe.

I walked in, and as soon as I stepped into the spacious lobby, I was greeted by a gust of cool air.

The weather here is already considered cool, but the air conditioner is turned on so much here—I looked around—and there are not many people here.

Go straight to the counter—there is only one person sitting there in a long row of counters, with a lazy posture and a low hat brim, as if he is still taking a lazy nap. Is this too idle?

"Hello, I want to check where this letter is sent from." I tapped on the desktop lightly and asked in a harmonious voice.

The staff member seemed to be in a deep sleep, and it took him a while to make any movement. He lifted his hat, revealing a handsome face, pale, with dark circles under his eyes. It seems that he didn't sleep well. good look.

The staff member held out his hand, and I handed him the letter.

He glanced at the envelope, his eyes seemed to change, he threw it to me again, and said coldly, "It's not within our scope of acceptance."

This attitude is too bad, I said coldly, "Aren't you all managing the mail in the whole city?"

The staff still had the same attitude. He sat forward and sat lazily near the table. He turned over the envelope and nodded, "This is not our postmark."

How did that letter get to that house?

"If you really want to know where it came from, you might as well open it and have a look." Before leaving, the staff's words reached my ears, I looked at him, and he returned to his previous state, pulling down He took off the brim of his hat, and nestled lazily into the chair, as if he didn't say that sentence.

After leaving the post office, I can feel the breath of late summer and early autumn again, the wind is cool but the sun is still scorching the earth.

Going back along the same road, I passed a shop, which was very strange, called [Many Chickens]. It was a small restaurant. The front door was trimmed with landscape trees into the shapes of chickens in various poses. It was very funny, and the signboard on the facade There is also a recommended dish of this month-Super Eight Treasure Chicken, which seems to make people not only move their index fingers.

The hunger in my stomach also made me realize that it was lunch time.

"Guest, come in and have a seat, the Babao Chicken is so delicious that it will make you fly~" The door opened suddenly and a man with a pair of fox eyes came out. He was not tall but very kind.

His appearance reminds me of a fox, and somehow I feel that this store is very interesting.

The shopkeeper who followed greeted him warmly and entered the restaurant. There were all wooden furnishings inside, and... a lot of chickens.

"Boss, are you a fox?" I couldn't help but joked.

The boss put a cup of hot tea in front of me, and the pottery cup was painted with a picture of a chicken pecking at rice.

Regarding my sudden joke, the boss smiled and bent his fox eyes, "Hey, have I been discovered?"

It seems that this is not only an interesting store, but also an interesting owner.

The dish I ordered came out very quickly. It was an eight-treasure chicken set meal. The food was very delicious.

Although this store has a funny name and a funny boss, it also has a wonderful taste.

It’s just that this restaurant is so delicious, why am I the only one at lunch?

"We usually have a lot of people here at night." The boss said while thinking. "Boy, this is the first time I've seen you, new here?"

"Yeah." I nodded honestly, and took the change he found. It is rare to see shops that still use abacus to settle accounts, which made me curious again.

"I'll just say..." The boss whispered a few words there, the voice was too small for me to hear clearly, and I saw him take out a card from the drawer, "Here, our takeaway phone, no matter where All can be delivered, next month we will launch Happy Chicken Chop, welcome to the store to taste."

I chuckled, I can come to such an interesting store often.

When I got home, I saw the boxes of mail and remembered the words of the post office staff...

I'm a little conflicted. Opening other people's letters privately violates other people's privacy, right?

This matter was quickly forgotten by me, because I was fascinated by this city, and I took my drawing board to collect scenery almost every day.

There is only one river in this city, which is not wide but clear to the bottom. The bridges crossing it are all very distinctive. I have seen 5 bridges so far.What impresses me the most is a wooden bridge. From the bridge pillars to the guardrails, all are made of wood, and there are mottled light and shadows on it. Looking at it is like seeing thousands of years. It is an old street, full of antiquity, which makes me linger.

The days of collecting wind were very happy, and at the same time, I realized the beauty and tranquility of this city, as well as its laziness.Before, I was angry at the lazy attitude of the post office worker, but now I know that it is not the attitude of the worker, but the attitude of the city.

Shops that don’t open until noon, streets that are covered with leaves and petals that are not cleaned, plants that grow wantonly in flower gardens, and rest chairs that can be seen everywhere on the roadside satisfy the citizens who feel tired from walking in the city. Even the city seems to have never been planned. Buildings of various styles and ages are mixed together but inexplicably harmonious.

It may be because of this casual and lazy feeling that this city is full of charm, and at the same time it makes people want to waste time.

I love days like this.

Until I opened the mailbox again and saw the letter appearing in it, it made me tangled again.

This time, a total of eight letters were collected.

I can't remember the date of the last time I opened the mailbox. The last time I went to the post office must have been, and I haven't opened it since.After all, I usually use email to communicate. If I didn’t see the letter protruding from the corner of the mailbox, I’m afraid I would have forgotten it.

tangled.

"Just open it and have a look." The owner of the chicken shop heard me talking about this matter, and suggested straightforwardly, "Maybe there will be clues inside."

Since I ate at their house that day, I have become a frequent visitor here, and I have gradually become acquainted with the boss, and learned a lot of stories about this city from his mouth.

"It must be someone else's letter." I was afraid that he would not understand my entanglement, so I had to explain the whole story clearly.

"The sender is so pitiful, I haven't received a reply." The person who said this was a guest at another table. I have met him several times here, and it is said that he is also a regular customer. He likes spicy chicken, Sichuan spicy chicken, Chongqing spicy chicken... In short, it is all kinds of spicy chicken.Every time I see him, he wears a neat black suit, which looks very high-end. It is said that he works for the government.Sometimes, he will bring friends. He is a young man with a fashionable taste. He has dyed his white hair and has two small canine teeth when he smiles. He is very cute and he is familiar with him. , "How did you get here?"

Before I could answer, he had already been taught a lesson by the black suit, telling him not to disturb other people's meals.

The boy likes to eat sweets, the strange thing is, as long as he orders it, there will definitely be some in it.

The boss said that this is a private menu, and regular customers who come here know it.

It seems that not only the black suit is a regular customer, but even the boy is too.

The answers I got at many chicken shops were the same as the ones from the post office last time. When I got home, I thought about it and took out the latest envelope and opened it.

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