Reborn 1978

Chapter 127 (Second update on October 11th)

Although after returning, Fu Yongde called Zhao Tiejun's team headquarters to report that he was safe, but he still had to do what he promised to write a letter.

Sitting down at the desk alone, he wrote long letters to all four of them. He first said hello to all the relatives and friends in his hometown, then he told all the things he had done in the past few days when he came home, and then he asked about the situation in his hometown. Depending on the situation around them, they have to write back to themselves.

I found four envelopes from the desk drawer and wrote down the addresses of the four people. I thought I still had some money in my pocket, so I went to the post office to mail the letters first!
Looking back, the two brothers were sleeping soundly, and Fu Chunhua went to the post office alone with the letter and money.

In her impression, the post office has always been there, next to Wangdong Department Store.She searched all the way in the direction she remembered, and she found a post office painted green next to the Wangdong Department Store.

Sending a letter at this time is really cheap. It only costs eight cents, and four letters only cost thirty-two cents.But it's not cheap to calculate, a big ice cream is ten cents, and a letter is almost the price of a big ice cream.In the previous life, ordinary mail was [-] cents, but one yuan could not buy the best ice cream.

Coming out of the post office, Fu Chunhua walked again and saw a long and deep alley. The camphor trees on both sides covered the entire alley, and the sunlight could only peek out from the cracks in the leaves. In the light, it looks very shady.

Fu Chunhua remembered that this road led to the Youth's Home in the West District, and when she got interested, she walked in again.

This Children's Home is only open on weekends, so on weekends, this is a paradise for children nearby, and this place is rarely visited on weekdays.

There are seesaws, group swings, swivel chairs, table tennis and so on in the youth home.Especially the collective swing, which is the favorite of all children, so every time I go there, I have to queue for a long time to play.

In fact, it is also a very simple amusement facility. A thick crossbar is hoisted at both ends by four oil silk ropes. The crossbar is divided into small partitions with iron handles. A child can ride on a partition and hold it with his hands. Handrails, and then one person stands at each end to swing the entire crossbar vigorously, and each time it is only allowed to play for 1 minute, it is necessary to change people.

As for the swivel chair, in provincial slang, it is called Zan Zhuan Lian. Fu Chunhua was very afraid of this, and the least number of people played with it, and they couldn't stand the speed of the swivel chair.Once Fu Chunhua couldn't stand the continuous turns, and fell down from the top. It was Luo Chunlin who helped her back home, and she never dared to go up again.

Thinking of these rare childhood joys, the corners of Fu Chunhua's mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

Before reaching the Boys’ Home, the courtyard door of a family next to the alley was wide open. Under the camphor tree at the gate of the courtyard, there was a boy in a wheelchair, who was quickly drawing something on a sketch stand. There are several sketches and oil paintings beside the boy.

Fu Chunhua suddenly remembered that she had met this young man in her previous life. He was very good at drawing, and he was very easy-going, smiling at everyone.Every time I pass by, many people will be attracted to look at his paintings.

It's just that someone whispered it in private, saying that this person had a very serious lung disease, he didn't have many days to live, and there was a possibility of infection.Hearing this, several people were eight feet away from him at that time, and they couldn't help holding their breath even when they passed in front of him.

Sure enough, within a few months, I have never seen this young man appearing under the camphor tree again, so I reckon that what the man said is really true.At that time, many students in the school felt that it was a pity for the boy to paint such a good painting, but his life was so short.

Fu Chunhua couldn't help but look over at the boy. The boy who was originally concentrating on painting also felt her gaze. He turned his head to look at her, and seeing that it was a girl about ten years old, he smiled at her very friendly laugh.

In her previous life, she had never really seen the boy's appearance clearly, but the pictures he drew left a deep impression on her.

This time, Fu Chunhua could see clearly that this young man looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, but because he was sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't tell how big he was.In such hot weather, he was wearing long clothes and trousers, and a thin blanket was draped over his legs.

He is very good-looking, with thick black eyebrows, big bright eyes, and a straight nose, even compared to Fu Chunjing, he can be said to be a handsome young man.

It's just that his complexion is too bad, with a sickly paleness, and there are heavy shadows under his eyes.

She slowly approached the boy, and carefully looked at the paintings beside him. There were figures and landscapes, and the colors were very bright, without any decadent or gloomy feeling.

Fu Chunhua became a little curious. Although this seriously ill boy looked very ill, he still had a gentle temperament like jade. What kind of family could raise such a boy.

Seeing that Fu Chunhua was fascinated by those paintings, the boy asked with a smile, "Do you like painting?" He spoke standard Mandarin.

Fu Chunhua looked up and smiled at him, nodded and said in Mandarin: "I like it!"

The boy was very happy to hear that: "Then let me draw a sketch for you!" Speaking of this, it might be because of his throat or something, he suddenly coughed violently.

When Fu Chunhua saw it, he became anxious, and hurriedly used his mind to take out a glass of brook water from the space. While beating the boy's back lightly, he handed the water glass in his hand to his mouth.

Just as the boy was about to open his mouth to drink, a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the cup from Fu Chunhua's hand.

Both of them looked back at the owner of the hand at the same time. This is a middle-aged man in his 30s, and his appearance is the kind of person who can't be found in the crowd.

The boy managed to stop his cough, and shouted hoarsely, "Uncle Wu!"

The middle-aged man called Fifth Uncle didn't have any expression on his face, but he could see the deep concern in his eyes, how did he get here, he didn't make a sound at all, Fu Chunhua only felt that this man was so mysterious.

Uncle Wu finally spoke, and he actually spoke standard Mandarin: "Azhe, why do you drink everything that anyone gives you?"

Hearing this, Fu Chunhua also felt that he was a little reckless, but when he thought about why he had to give medicine to this person he met for the first time, he became a little annoyed.

Originally, I just wanted to give him some space water to see if it would help his condition, but now it is good, and it makes people misunderstand that he wants to poison him or something.

Fu Chunhua squinted at that so-called "fifth uncle": "I'm just kind, seeing that his lungs are about to come out from coughing, give him a glass of water, can I still poison him?"

Hearing what she said, Uncle Wu was coughing so hard that his lungs were about to come out, and his face was suddenly clouded, which was very scary.

Ah Zhe said: "Uncle Wu, don't scare her, she is also kind. I really want to drink water now, come, give me a drink of that glass of water!"

Uncle Wu refused, and put the glass of water behind him: "No, I can't just give you a drink."

At this time, Fu Chunhua regretted what he said about his lungs just now. This Ah Zhe has a lung problem, and what he said was really like cursing him.

She said to Ah Zhe softly: "I'm sorry, I just said something wrong, you won't be angry with me!"

Ah Zhe smiled very frankly: "No, what you said is the truth. I was about to cough up my lungs. It's just a waste of poison for someone like me. Uncle Wu, don’t you think so?”

Hearing what he said, Fu Chunhua couldn't hold her head up even more. She felt that this man was really nice at one moment, and at the other at the same time, she felt that his paintings were so good. What a pity.

Fu Chunhua hesitated for a long time and finally made up his mind. No matter what, he must be cured, but it might not work today. Why is Uncle Wu here? He definitely won't let himself give anything what he ate.

It's just that this person is also very strange. Could it be that Azhe is not a leader of the country, and he is afraid that someone will poison him.

Fu Chunhua looked up at Uncle Wu, a look of grief and indignation flashed across Uncle Wu's face, and finally he didn't say anything, turned around and walked in with the glass of water.

Fu Chunhua saw that he had taken his cup through the door, so he didn't dare to ask him to return it, because that cup was not available everywhere, it was a French crystal cup bought by Wu Jingming, and she secretly took two and put them in the cup. Space for drinking water for yourself.She took it out just now out of desperation, she was afraid that others would suspect her if they saw it.

Fu Chunhua had no choice but to say to Ah Zhe: "That cup was given to me by a good friend of mine, can you help me get it back?"

Ah Zhe nodded: "No problem!"

Fu Chunhua asked him again: "Can you really draw a portrait of me?"

A Zhe nodded: "No problem, as long as you come over at 09:30 every morning, you can draw it in up to ten days."

"Then how can I thank you?" Fu Chunhua tilted his head and thought for a while.

She suddenly had an idea, first let Ah Zhe look at her empty hand, and then pretended to touch it up and down a few times, but actually found a big apple from the space, and handed it to him: "This is my apple." Thank you in advance!"

Azhe was dazzled, giggled, took her apple and said: "You make me so happy, I should thank you!"

Fu Chunhua smiled and waved his hands: "Stop being polite, I will trouble you starting tomorrow!"

Ah Zhe took a bite of the apple and sighed, "It's so sweet! By the way, what's your name?"

Fu Chunhua replied: "Call me Chunhua! Then what should I call you?"

Ah Zhe said: "You can also call me Ah Zhe! Chunhua!" The two looked at each other and laughed.

Fu Chunhua also lost the intention of going to the Youth's Home, so he waved his hand at Ah Zhe: "I'm going home to cook, and I'll definitely come over tomorrow morning."

Ah Zhe nodded: "Can you still cook?"

Fu Chunhua said with a smile: "Yes, I can cook at a very young age, and it's still the kind of big firewood cooking in the countryside."

　Today's second update, Dangdang, an important person appears, what do you think of this person?Still ask for a pink ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)