At that time, greeting cards, postcards and calendars became popular, and they were considered fashionable products for the New Year.

When Ning Yunxi thought about it, he remembered the tradition of children at home writing postcards for Grandpa Ning's Spring Festival. This year's Spring Festival is also inevitable. I went to the post office to check it out. My son happened to be two years old and could paint a picture of Grandpa Ning's Spring Festival.

It is said that I was going to send postcards to the post office, and several children at home were very excited. They were fighting each other, not only to send them to Grandpa Ning, but also to their former friends. The little girl Meng Chencheng missed her little sister Niu Niu, so she decided to write a letter to Niu Niu.

Leilei grew up and said he wanted to write a postcard for his great-grandma.

The children were rushing to prepare things at home. This time, I remember to bring pens, glue, letter paper, stationery, etc. to set off to the post office. Unexpectedly, before leaving, Fu Yu heard that they were going to send postcards to the post office, and Dongdongdong ran over.

"What are you doing again?" The little girl Meng Chencheng felt strange when she opened the door for Fu Yu. "Are you looking for my third sister to study? Isn't it the winter vacation?"

"Meng Chencheng, are you not welcome me anymore? When you come here, I praise you, have you forgotten?" Fu Yu said as she put her hands on the shoulder of the little girl, and her mouth pressed against the little girl's ear and whispered, "I tell you, I have met a new friend. Do you want to meet a new friend?"

"What?" Meng Chencheng asked, blinking his confused eyes.

"Penpal. Make a penpal. If you have any unhappy things and worries about things, isn't it great to write to each other and comfort each other? Some things cannot be told to others, and you can write letters." Fu Yu said, taking out a magazine from his big pocket of his cotton jacket and turned to the page behind that there was information about finding a penpal.

Meng Chencheng took the magazine in Fu Yu's hand and stared at it in surprise. He could make friends like this.

"Isn't it very interesting? Meng Chencheng, please thank me?" Fu Yu said, touching the little girl's face.

Meng Chencheng asked the pen pals' names and contact addresses published on it with uncertainty: "Are the names of these people real?"

"It's true. I've tried it last time." Fu Yu said, "I quickly handed over two pen pals."

"You have so many pen pals, won't you be tempted?" Meng Chencheng said with a frown.

"What a matter of being a bit of mind? Making friends is not a relationship. Like your fourth brother, many of you are friends with Li Qiutian and Zhu Lingling. Do you have no friends of the same age?"

I don’t know if there are many brothers and sisters in the family and little nephews, Meng Chencheng doesn’t feel lonely at all. At school, classmates laughed and laughed at each other. When she came home, she and her brothers and sisters were laughing at each other. What is a friend? Meng Chencheng has no idea. Meng Chencheng asked Fu Yu: “Where are you?”

Fu Yu was asked by the little girl. Over the years, she has no friends who have been there for a long time except for paying attention to Meng Chenxi. After all, she often transfers to schools because her father is a soldier, and every time she transfers to schools, she has no friends.

"This is how the children of soldiers are. They often need to break up with friends." Fu Yu sighed, "So after thinking about it, it's better to have pen pals than to have pen pals. Your third sister should have pen pals. Isn't she the most fond of listening to radio programs? There is a pen pal column in the radio program."

Meng Chencheng immediately ran into the room and asked about his third sister.

Meng Chenxi, who was in the room, had heard about Fu Yu's constant voice, and just wanted to sigh, how could he be pestered by this person?
Chapter completed!