Under the water pipe, the stainless steel spoon formed a big heart shape under the impact of the water flow.

Very clear, very transparent.

Shen Jiannan was speechless. It took him several weeks to learn this little trick.

Lu Xinyue saw the speechlessness on Shen Jiannan's face, so she seemed not to have seen the speechlessness on Shen Jiannan's face.

"It's that simple. I thought it was so difficult."

What could Shen Jiannan do with this kind of pretentiousness? He could only roll his eyes.

Suddenly, Lu Xinyue's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile.

She likes to see Shen Jiannan defeated, it gives her a special sense of accomplishment.

"Am I very powerful?"

"so so."

"Look at how pure and transparent my heart is."

"What, you want to give it to me?"

"You made a mistake, I should give it back to you."

Lu Xinyue is right.

It really should be returned rather than given away. The spoon in her hand belongs to Shen Jiannan.

Their eyes met for a moment.

No one spoke again.

Suddenly, the two of them smiled at each other.

Shen Jiannan stretched out his hand, and Lu Xinyue's hand remained motionless holding the spoon.

The two hands gradually touched each other, one was slightly cold, and the other was at a suitable temperature.

Shen Jiannan's spoon returned to his hand, but it had an extra heart shape compared to when it was taken away by Lu Xinyue.

Transparent heart shape, a heart shape washed out by water.

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Time will never end, and the years will leave no sound.

As time goes by, the most important festival of the year, the Spring Festival, is coming.

New Year.

Some are happy, some are sad.

In the eyes of children, being able to celebrate the New Year means that they can wear new clothes and get lucky money, but simple-minded children still do not understand how much pressure the New Year puts on adults.

Zhongzhou Province, Shenjia Village.

Children who were on winter vacation were running around and chasing each other. The faces of the children who had changed into new clothes in advance were filled with joy before the festival.

The little faces turned red from the cold, but no matter how cold the weather was, it couldn't suppress the joy of putting on new clothes.

"Ring ring ring!"

The sound of bicycle bells sounded, and the children who were running and playing suddenly ducked out of the way.

An outsider came to the village, a young man wearing a green coat and green leather jacket, riding a 28-inch bicycle with two large green packages on his back.

Postman, this is the postman who comes to the village to deliver letters.

The children who were chasing and playing cheered, and they clung to the back of the postman's bicycle as if they saw candy and started running, because they knew that among the letters delivered by the postman, there might be letters sent by their relatives from far away.

Shenjia Village is not big, and the postman delivered the letters to the recipients' homes one by one while the children chased them.

Whenever the recipient smiles and smokes a cigarette while holding the letter, the postman will smile and take the cigarette before chatting for a few words.

Soon, the young postman rode his bicycle to the door of a courtyard on the easternmost side of Buantou.

Yellow wooden door, yellow window, mud yard, fence wall.

There were corn cobs hanging everywhere in the yard, and several large flower chickens were pecking at the corn on the ground.

A very ordinary, very common, and very poor family.

The young postman crossed his legs and stopped the bicycle, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Auntie, there is a letter from your college student."

In an instant, there was a reaction in the yard, and before anyone could see anyone, a slightly excited voice shouted.

"Mom. My brother's letter."

When the sound falls, people appear.

A girl about twenty years old ran out of the inner courtyard. She had a big braid that looked like a twist. As she ran, the braid swung back and forth like a little tail.

Then, another middle-aged woman in shabby clothes walked out of the house.

Her steps were quick, and there was a smile on her wrinkled face.

The girl who arrived at the door first took the letter from the postman, and the woman who had not yet left the yard hurriedly greeted her.

"Dongzi. Come in and drink some tea."

"Next time. It's from your college student."

With that said, the postman took out another remittance slip and handed it to the woman who walked outside the door.

The people around who came out to join in the fun immediately started to cheer when they heard the word "college student".

"Sister-in-law, the college student has sent you money!"

"You have to go to town tomorrow to buy more meat. I'm doing this to honor you."

"Ha ha!"

"How much did you send?"

"..."

The smile on the woman's wrinkled face became even wider.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"I'll be nice, five thousand!"

"It's really five thousand!"

“College students are really awesome.”

The faces of the literate people around him changed in different ways after seeing the amount on the remittance slip.

Shocked, envious, and even a trace of subtle jealousy.

The women were also shocked.

Before, she didn't know how much money was remitted on the remittance slip, and her hands were shaking after knowing the specific number.

This is five thousand!

"Sister-in-law, you have to buy a pig for the Chinese New Year."

"This boss is really promising."

"College students are just different."

"I have to go shopping tomorrow to buy a new set of clothes."

"I have to pull out a new piece of cloth and add a set for each family."

"..."

The commotion gradually dissipated, and the woman who returned to the house could not calm down for a long time.

She asked the girl with braided braids squatting at the door, holding a letter and looking at it.

"Mei Zi, did your brother really send five thousand?"

Meizi, who was busy reading the letter, took the deposit slip and took a look at it. The capital letters of five thousand and 5000 were not five thousand yuan.

After receiving her daughter's confirmation, the woman's wrinkled face showed excitement and worry, joy and nostalgia.

Suddenly, she remembered that there was still a letter.

The woman asked after carefully placing the deposit slip in the cabinet in the back room.

"What did your brother say? Read it to me."

Meizi, who had already read the letter, smiled. This was not the first time she helped her mother read a letter. She cleared her throat and read.

"Mother says:

I haven’t been home for a long time, and I don’t know how everything is going at home, but I can’t go home to visit my mother this year due to work reasons. The weather has turned cold, and it must have snowed at home. I hope my mother will pay more attention to her health.

Everything is fine with me outside and my work is going well, so my mother doesn’t have to worry about it..."
To be continued...