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Chapter 194 The Worst Guess

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    Northwest, a farm at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

    "Old Xu, Old Xu, your letter."

    "Hey, here we come."

    A thin man in his sixties with gray hair walked to the farm gate on crutches to pick up the letter.

    The guard was very envious: "Hey, Lao Xu, you are a good daughter. I have always written to you for so many years. I am filial and have even sent you things."

    Only then did Lao Xu realize that this time it was not just a letter, but also a baggage.

    He picked up the baggage. The baggage was quite big, not too heavy, and soft. He didn't know what was inside. His smile widened and the wrinkles on his face deepened: "Yes, the child is filial. Hey, I'll go first."  Yes."

    "Let's go, let's go. There are so many people, so you old guy is the only one who is lucky."

    After Lao Xu turned around, the smile disappeared from his face and he just sighed deeply.

    The door is far away from where they live.

    He walked for a long time before returning to where he lived.

    The place we live in is a den that is half above ground and half underground. The highest point is two meters high. There are very sloping roofs on both sides to prevent the roof from collapsing when the snow is too heavy in winter. It is also to make it easier to clean up the snow. The ground is one and a half meters deep.  The pit is about four meters long and three meters wide, and can barely accommodate two people.

    A circle of stones was built around the pit, and some old wooden boards were used to block moisture. The ground was also treated in the same way.

    There are such dens everywhere in this area, and they are inhabited by people like them, capitalists, and the five types of black elements.

    The accommodation conditions for the educated youth, soldiers and others on the farm are better, as they are officially built houses.

    But no matter what kind of house it is, it¡¯s always freezing cold in this place in the winter and extremely hot in the summer.

    As soon as Lao Xu walked to the door, a woman in her sixties, who also had some flowers in her hair but was neatly combed, came out.

    She smiled when she saw Lao Xu: "Has Zhihui's letter arrived?"

    Old Xu raised the baggage in his hand: "Not only is there a letter, but I also sent something this time. I'll let you see what it is first."

    The woman rolled her eyes at him: "Give me the letter! I want to read the letter first."

    Lao Xu gave her the letter: "Okay, okay, here's the letter for you. I'll take a look at what my daughter sent us."

    The woman couldn¡¯t wait to open the letter. She was stunned as soon as she looked up from the letter. After reading the letter, she was completely stunned and sat motionless on the stone at the door.

    Lao Xu didn't pay attention to the woman's expression, and was a little surprised after opening the baggage: "Mannie, Mannie, I Zhihui sent us some old coats this time, still cotton, and a few pieces of cloth. Now it's better  , you can make a few more clothes to save you leg pain."

    The humidity in the den was heavy, and over a long period of time they all suffered from rheumatic diseases. When the weather was bad, the pain was excruciating.

    "Manni?" Lao Xu looked up and saw tears falling down Hu Manni's face.

    Old Xu was so frightened that he immediately dropped the fabric in his hand: "Mannie? Mannie, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me?"

    Hu Manni¡¯s thin body fell into Lao Xu¡¯s arms, and she choked with sobs: ¡°Our daughter may be gone.¡±

    "What? Impossible."

    Lao Xu snatched the letter from Hu Manni's hand and read the letter at a glance: "This is not the handwriting of our daughter."

    "Our daughter's words should be softer. Although this word seems soft, the edges are still there, and it is not a letter from our son-in-law."

    Zhao Pengcheng attended literacy classes as a child, joined the army and learned some knowledge to barely escape the ranks of illiteracy. He did not practice calligraphy specifically. His handwriting is similar to that of a child who has just learned calligraphy, with the childishness unique to beginners.  , but also has the edge unique to soldiers and men.

    Although the words on this letter are slightly sharp and angular, the font is soft yet strong, and the corners are soft and soft, which is common for women. It can be clearly judged that this is the handwriting of a woman, or a young woman, so the font is  Only then will there be an edge.

    Actually, there was nothing depressing in the letter. Instead, it was written in a very energetic and everyday way. Most of the letters were about children, and there were even words that were torn out and clearly written by children.

    ¡°But Lao Xu and Hu Manni both received old-style education and also studied abroad. Their experience was different from that of ordinary people. They could tell the difference at a glance.

    It¡¯s not the son-in-law, but it¡¯s a young woman. The meaning contained in this is very different.

    ??The daughter did not write and replaced it with the son-in-law. Maybe the son-in-law was ill. Although the son-in-law had been writing for more than a year, this already gave them a bad prediction, but no one wanted to take the worst.Think about that.

    Now it¡¯s someone else, a young woman.

    Thinking about it better, my daughter lost her son-in-law and found another one.

    I used to think that my daughter and son-in-law were gone, and the child was now being taken care of by someone else. However, my daughter and son-in-law made instructions before their death, and the other party kept their word. They still wrote to them without saying anything, and even sent them things.

    But no matter what the situation is, it is unspeakable sadness for the old couple.

    Neither the old couple wanted to admit this possible reality, so they wiped tears at each other.

    A neighbor named Lao Li, who was in his fifties, couldn't stand it anymore: "What's going on? Don't cry. It won't be good if others see it."

    Lao Xu and Hu Manni suddenly realized and quickly wiped away their tears: "It's okay, I'm just happy. My daughter has written to me again. My grandson is now sensible enough to go to school. She also sent me some clothes. Look, there are so many."

    But we can't let people see it. It would be terrible if we think they are dissatisfied with the present. In fact, those educated youths and the like don't care about them and only ask them to submit ideological reports every week. Isn't it really the best for them?  .

    Lao Li looked at the pile of things on the ground and reached out to pull them out: "Hey, they are all good things. This thing came at the right time. You can have a better time this winter. It seems that your girl is living a better life now than before.  It¡¯s ready.¡±

    Hu Manni also wiped her tears: "Yes, life is getting better and better, and I have sent so many things in a short time."

    There is no such thing as giving it away.

    It¡¯s not easy for anyone at this time. Everyone can survive day by day. If it¡¯s not really difficult, they generally won¡¯t ask for help from others. Of course, if someone really can¡¯t survive, everyone is still willing to help.

    After all, they are the only people here. After living together for so many years, they are no longer more important than relatives.

    Lao Li sighed: "Your good days have come, but it's a pity that my two boys don't know what's going on."

    Most of the people imprisoned here were in their forties or fifties when they came here. Over the past ten years, the oldest ones are almost seventy, and the youngest ones are over forty. Almost everyone has a family.

    But some are more lucky, some are not very lucky, and some are even more unlucky, with their wives and children gone.

    "Now the control is not as strict as before. Your two boys must be looking for you too. Your good days are yet to come."

    "I hope." Lao Li didn't hold out much hope, he just hoped that the two children were still alive.

    Lao Xu and Hu Manni returned to their home and cried again.

    Lao Li also heard it at the door. He was stunned for a while, shook his head and went back to his nest.

    The temperature is getting very low now, so it¡¯s better to go out less often if you have nothing to do.

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