sunset postman

My friend Jiaheng,

See words like meeting.

It's been a long time since we got together for drinks and movies.

I remember that you like to watch Rembrandt’s biographical movies the most. You always kept silent and drank a lot of wine when he was oppressed by the nobles and his life was full of ups and downs.

In fact, I think you are quite successful. You are doing a job you like, earning enough money to live comfortably, and you have a lovely wife who is willing to bear children for you and you love deeply.

But why do you like Rembrandt so much?Is it because his light illuminates your heart?

Speaking of Rembrandt, I think of those foreigners I saw on my balcony this morning.You know, my small apartment is facing the street. From the window, you can see various shops selling groceries below, and there is also a shop selling handmade malt candy. Every day, the strong young man in his family will deliberately make malt candy on the street, so that Passers-by who come and go see that his house is indeed a good thing made by hand.

I said too much, aren't we talking about foreigners?That's right, the street I live in is a famous commercial street in an ancient town, and there are always a lot of people here.Although I don't like to communicate with people, I don't mind listening to people's voices.This street is so quaint, but many foreigners come here.I saw several tall young foreigners with curly hair taking a group photo downstairs of my house that day.

do you know?There is a mailbox just downstairs in my house, it is very tall and beautiful.I thought the mailbox was just a decoration, or a "spot" for people to take pictures, but I saw a cleaner wipe it carefully with a rag every day.It was also repainted last week.

Talked too much.Those foreigners had a great time.One of the girls with a high ponytail sang a song.

I didn't recognize what she was singing, it wasn't in English, but she sang for a long time, I secretly used the software to listen to the song to identify the song, and found out that it was a French song about the sea and the siren.

No wonder, her singing makes my heart float like a boat with the waves.

So I'm going to start teaching myself French today so that next time we go to France, I can buy you and me a cup of coffee in French.If the French see that we can speak French, maybe when they are in a good mood, they will sell it to us more cheaply.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Cheng Jin

Cheng Jin folded the letter and put it in the envelope he bought yesterday.The home is a new home, and everything in the home is also new.The envelope just arrived from online shopping yesterday.Very thick stack, colorful.Cheng Jin felt that this was the first time he was writing a letter to Jia Heng whom he hadn't seen for a long time, so he had to choose a less exaggerated color.

So Cheng Jin chose an ordinary white envelope.

But where does Jiaheng live?Oh, I haven't asked Jiaheng for his home address yet, but it's in my previous address book.Cheng Jin thought about it, and copied the address again.

Why does Jiaheng still live near his former home?

Postage stamps are required.Thinking of this, Cheng Jin felt a headache.You have to buy stamps at the post office, and when you buy them at the post office, you have to talk to people.

Cheng Jin was upset.

After dawdling for another hour, Cheng Jin went downstairs wearing a mask.He took a nap after lunch before he started to write. He wrote for an hour, hesitated for another hour, and it was already sunset when he went out again.

Cheng Jin reluctantly entered the post office, but in this post office selling souvenirs, the salesperson only talked to people who bought handicrafts that cost tens of dollars wholesale.Cheng Jin can buy stamps on the machine by himself.

After buying the stamps, stick the stamps on with a glue stick next to the machine.

Cheng Jin took the letter and walked out of the post office. The dark green mailbox was at the door of the post office. Cheng Jin realized that it was taller than himself.

Cheng Jin unconsciously smiled at the postbox, and then whispered in his heart: Hello.

In fact, Cheng Jin also knew that who would write letters in the traditional way these days?So he honestly went to buy stamps, right?

The glue stick casing next to the vending machine was covered with a layer of dust.

But Cheng Jin still stuffed the letter into the mailbox.Today I don't know why, but I suddenly have a craving for maltose.

Cheng Jin thought about it and decided to buy some.

No wonder all the gluttons have been drawn out.The young man was shirtless again making candy, and the aroma wafted all over the street, sweet and moist, and could be smelled through the mask.Cheng Jin didn't want to talk too much, so he chose a bag that was cut into small pieces, scanned the QR code, gave the money and left.

Going back to the street of my home, that is, the street with the big mailbox, Cheng Jin saw a blurred red light on the big green mailbox, very much like shopping in the Champs Elysees with Jiaheng before, Watching the sunset by the Seine.

This is the color of sunset.

From a distance, Cheng Jin saw a tall man in a green uniform and a green top hat standing next to the mailbox holding a key tray, and using one of the keys to open the mailbox, he took out all kinds of letters inside and coded them neatly. , Put it in your satchel.

Someone actually delivered the letter?Cheng Jin felt joy in his heart, like a swollen honey pot, the sweet liquid mushrooms oozing out.

The postman didn't know if he sensed Cheng Jin's gaze and looked in Cheng Jin's direction.

Cheng Jin was wearing a mask and hat. When he saw the tall man looking at him, he hastily turned his head to avoid it.

The postman didn't look at Cheng Jin for a long time, but Cheng Jin hid himself like a silly ostrich for a long time.

It wasn't until Cheng Jin's exposed ears felt a little cold that he saw a child playing with a bubble machine next to him.

"Lele! Don't blow bubbles on Uncle! Dirty his clothes! Apologize to Uncle." A woman behind Cheng Jin said so.

The little boy named "Lele" blinked his big brown eyes and smiled at Cheng Jin, and said obediently, "Don't you like it, uncle? If you don't like it, I won't blow it up, okay?"

Cheng Jin actually smiled at him, but he couldn't tell it was wearing a mask.Cheng Jin was not good at coaxing children, he just gave him an invisible smile and left.

The postbox is next to an alley, and Cheng Jin's apartment is inside the alley.When Cheng Jin passed by that mailbox, he was thinking, how would that tall postman deliver the letter?Will Jiaheng's reply letter to himself also be put into the rusty letter box in front of his house by the postman?

Cheng Jin suddenly felt, wouldn't it be a good idea to let people open the rusty mailbox with their hands?After thinking about it, I decided to buy a new mailbox online immediately. It should be good-looking and sturdy, just like the postman.

Back home, Cheng Jin took off his mask and washed his hands, only to find that the maltose had melted and stuck in the plastic bag.He had no choice but to scrape off the ones that were still in pieces and put them in a bowl. Today, the ones on the plastic bag were eaten while no one saw them.

Let's take a bath before eating, and eat while typing.Cheng Jin owed the website for a long time for a serial update. He obviously didn’t think he owed it for such a long time, but he checked it yesterday, and it was terrible. He owed it for almost two months. The readers in the comment area exploded and condemned him. .

Cheng Jin was a little skeptical about life.I said in my heart that fortunately I saved ten chapters.

After taking a shower, Cheng Jin sat at the desk and waited for the computer to turn on.While waiting, he could hear the lively hawking outside, talking, laughing, whistles, rolling wheels, electric bamboo dragonflies whirring... Cheng Jin didn't think these things would upset him , then quietly grabbed the maltose in the bag and ate it, thinking while fiddling with the computer, maybe when the new mailbox arrived, Jiaheng's letter would arrive.

But Cheng Jin felt that he heard a different voice, very soft, very shrill, milky and soft.

Meow meow.

Whose cat?Cheng Jin's thoughts were rarely interrupted.Cheng Jin has always been the kind of person who is hard to be distracted once he does something.

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