At the beginning, Sun Chenghai was full of hope, waiting for his return to work, and also waiting for his family to write letters or send something to him.

However, as time goes by, all hope becomes disappointment. The greater the hope at the beginning, the greater the disappointment now.

Old He also sighed and said, "Hey, even if we have children and daughters now, we are still alone!"

Sun Chenghai "cough cough..." still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the continuous coughing, and it took a while to stop the coughing.

Sun Chenghai's eyes were dim. When he thought of leaving the capital, his two daughters were still young, and he didn't know how they were now.

Sun Chenghai sighed, "The one I can't let go of the most now is my two daughters! When I left, the older one was only twelve years old and the younger one was only four years old. My ex-wife was weak and could not even take care of herself, let alone with her two children!"

After hearing this, Lao He empathized with it, "Hey, I only have one son! But after my ex-wife divorced me, she did not take my son away.

It was my parents who took care of their children, but my parents are old! I have not received any news for so many years, and I don’t know how they are now? If I hadn’t let go of them, I would have been hit and killed by the head, and I wouldn’t have to suffer here!"

Sun Chenghai sat on the ground and looked up at the sky. He wanted to serve the country when he studied hard, but he didn't expect that he would fall into this situation now.

How ridiculous his honesty back then seems to be.

Although he fought for a sigh of relief, he fell into this situation and his daughter and wife were also affected.

Those letters are just correspondence between ordinary relatives, so how come they become evidence of guilt?

Can loyalty be shown only by digging out this heart and seeing if it is red?

Lao He is also very bored. In fact, he is very hungry and doesn't want to go to have a meal at this time.

After a while, someone suddenly shouted, "Sun Chenghai, who is Sun Chenghai? Why are you still here to get the letter?"

Sun Chenghai was a little confused and thought he had heard it wrong.

He Yunqiang quickly patted Sun Chenghai, more excited than Sun Chenghai, "Chenghai, get up quickly! With your letter! With your letter..."

Sun Chenghai couldn't believe it, but he hurriedly got up and ran to the farm door at a speed that was not as good as his age.

Oh my God, there is his letter!

He finally waited and someone sent him a letter!

Who will send him a letter?

Is it his friend, his wife, or his daughter?

Sun Chenghai was so excited that he ran to the farm gate in one breath and received a letter from the postman tremblingly.

This letter is thick, Sun Chenghai, and it is as heavy as a daughter in his hand.

The postman looked at Sun Chenghai with some sympathy, but this was not his job, so it was inconvenient to talk too much.

But they are not inhumane, and they are also allowed to communicate.

However, the content of the communication must be reviewed, and letters without any problems can be sent out and sent in.

Postman Peng Jianbin smiled and reminded: "It's getting late now. I will stay on the farm for a night's rest today! If you want to reply, then go back and read the letter and then write it. I will take it away for you when I leave tomorrow. Otherwise, you will have to wait until half a month later!"
Chapter completed!