sbdcsierra Chapter 1865 A Letter to the Old Lady
Chapter 1865 A Letter to the Old Lady
Chapter 1865 A Letter to the Old Lady
“You two come here and get a beating! You have no manners, daring to say I’m not good-looking, saying I’m ugly. You two are both dark-skinned, you’re even uglier.”
The twins rolled their eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
Ye Huimei slapped them on the back of the head.
"Anyone who rolls their eyes like that every day will end up with a visual impairment."
Pei Zuo chuckled, thick-skinned and thick-skinned, "I've seen people with visual impairments, just one eye blinking away. I can flip up my double eyelids too..."
Ye Huimei slapped him again and glared at him fiercely, "I think you're asking for trouble. If you dare to roll your eyelids out, I'll beat you to death."
The other one quickly hid to the side, afraid of getting beaten up too.
Ye Xiaoxi gloated, "He's bound to get beaten up eventually, but I'll give him a light beating."
"The two of us are no match for you."
Ye Xiaoxi hooked her arm around Pei Yu's shoulder and said, "There are two of us too. We're both taller and bigger than you, so we can beat you up however we want."
"That's not necessarily true! You girls can't beat boys!"
"Tch, believe it or not, I can easily crush you. Besides, I have two dogs! I don't even need to lift a finger; I'll just bark twice, and you'll all be scared out of your wits."
"You have no martial ethics!"
"Yes, you lack martial ethics!"
Lin Xiuqing was exasperated by their arguing and snapped, "Have you finished your homework? Aren't you going to do it?"
Ye Huimei also said, "If you two keep arguing, I'll come and hit you with a stick later. You two are such troublemakers, always interrupting and having foul mouths. How did I give birth to two debt collectors? Your older sister is so well-behaved."
The twins didn't dare to argue, keeping their heads down, but their faces were full of strange expressions, which they didn't let the adults see, because if they did, they would get a good beating.
Ye Xiaoxi felt victorious watching them being criticized, and proudly raised her head, but immediately became obedient after being glared at by Lin Xiuqing.
"Are you going to write a letter or not? If not, put it away and go to your room to take a shower."
“I’m writing, I’m writing. I was writing just fine, but they interrupted me. It’s none of my business.”
Does it take two to clap?
"That's because the other slap hasn't come yet."
She immediately backed down, shrinking her neck and burying her head in writing her letter, no longer daring to look at her mother or say another word.
She swallowed back what she hadn't finished saying, then wrote it in a letter, ready to start complaining again.
Ye Yaodong received another letter half a month later.
After receiving the first letter and sending a reply, he eagerly anticipated the days to come, asking questions every time the cargo ship was about to return to sea.
Fortunately, this time it didn't take long, but judging from the contents, it seems that he didn't receive a reply before the letter was sent out.
In his reply, he instructed that the date should be marked on the reply, otherwise he would not know how much time had passed between when a letter was written and when it reached him.
The child probably kept writing, and kept writing even when he didn't receive a reply, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to receive one in half a month.
Sending a package from the developed areas of Shanghai to Zhoushan is probably faster than sending a package from Zhoushan to Shanghai.
If we waited for his letter to arrive in Zhoushan, then be delivered to her, and then be sent back by her, it would probably take a month to receive one. How could it be that he sends one every half month now?
Ah Zheng was incredibly jealous when he saw the wide grin on Ah Zheng's face as soon as he received the letter.
He had no hope for anything each day.
No, there's still something to look forward to, like the Lunar New Year.
"Your precious daughter wrote to you again? She's been writing quite frequently; it's only been half a month and she's already writing again?"
"I don't have time to talk to you right now, so don't make a fuss."
"Oh shit……"
Ye Yaodong happily took the letter back to his rest cabin to read it at his leisure.
The other crew members were envious. They were bored and working at sea every day, and it was rare to have someone who cared about them and could send letters from thousands of miles away.
Ye Xiaoxi wrote down everything that had happened recently, both happy and unhappy, in great detail. It was a thick stack of papers, which she said took three or four days to write because it would cost postage to write one a day!
"...Postage for a letter costs 3 cents, and I only get 1 yuan a day for pocket money. My mother won't reimburse me, and I can't access the money in my piggy bank, so I have to be careful with my spending..."
"Big brother is so cool! He drives his car around with Xiaoya every day. When I get into university, I'm going to buy a car too and take my boyfriend around..."
"!!!"
Looking at the neat handwriting, Ye Yaodong's joy instantly vanished; he couldn't buy it.
Buying a car for your two sons to take their girlfriends is fine, but buying a car for your daughter to take her boyfriend is not acceptable.
Two different things.
He needs to think carefully about what other significant reward, besides a car, could replace it after he gets into university!
She won't be able to go to university for another six years, until 2002. It's still early, she can think about it some more.
Ye Yaodong read it over and over, skipping the part about buying a car and taking his boyfriend for a drive.
I spent half an hour reading it before I started writing a reply.
The first sentence of his reply was to tell her to keep writing, and that he would reimburse her for the postage when he got back.
It's only three cents a day, so I can write whatever I want.
“Write whatever you want, you can only receive letters three times a month at most…” Ah Zheng’s voice drifted over his head. “The freshwater boat can only make one round trip every half month or so. If you count the two boats together, it’s three trips a month.”
"None of your business. I can save up seven or eight letters and read one every day."
"Can you hold back?"
"Then I can have seven or eight letters to read."
"Pshaw, you're making her write every day? What's the difference between that and keeping a diary? She'll be annoyed to death."
"Can you please stop getting in my way? Don't stop me from writing my letter."
"You think I like coming here? I'm here to urge you to get some work done; it's your turn to be on duty."
"You go upstairs first. Anyway, they're still dealing with the cargo ships, so it won't be that quick. You can just go to work."
Ye Yaodong was also grateful that he had attended a literacy class and had practiced calligraphy continuously in previous years. Now, his handwriting, while not particularly beautiful, was at least neat and pleasing to the eye.
The most important thing is that you can write a reply. If you forget how to write a word for a moment, you can look it up in the newspaper.
The greatest decision I made after being reborn was to attend a literacy class; literacy is the foundation of all hope.
If he couldn't read, he wouldn't be playing ball anymore; he wouldn't be where he is today.
He wouldn't just write one reply; while waiting for letters, he would sometimes write down what he wanted to say. At that moment, he could fold several sheets of paper together and put them in the envelope as a reply.
Some were given to Lin Xiuqing, some to Ye Xiaoxi, and some to the old lady.
That's absolutely right. In his spare time, he thought of the old lady and wrote her a letter.
Even though he was at sea, far away, it was the same as instructing the fish-collecting ship to bring the fish to the factory for his father, so that his father could call and read it to the old lady.
I haven't been there for several months and can't make a phone call, but I can write a letter back and have my father tell the old lady.
This is also a comfort to the elderly.
It was also Lin Xiuqing's letter sent to him at sea that inspired him; he felt that writing a letter back home and having his father call would be just as effective.
At the same time, he also understood the torment of waiting and felt a sense of empathy for the old lady at home who was looking forward to his return.
Having his father read and relay a letter is better than not being able to call for a long time; at least it's something he wrote by hand.
Ye's father was genuinely surprised that Ye Yaodong had assigned him such a task: reading letters.
And they even send one letter every week.
He doesn't usually call home this often; Ye Yaodong himself might not even call home once a week.
Now that he's suddenly writing back, does that mean he has to call back every week to read the letter?
Ye's father was stunned when he received the letter.
"I only know a few words, how am I supposed to read a letter? He really knows how to assign me work, thinking I'm too idle at the factory?"
"I went back home for the New Year in less than two months, and suddenly a letter arrived from the sea, asking me to read it? Oh well, I'll read it then..."
What I never expected was that after the first letter, there would be a second and a third.
But thinking about the old lady's reaction when he read Dongzi's letter, Ye's father had no complaints.
When he received the first letter, he struggled to read it himself because he couldn't read the words, so he had to ask others for help.
Then I marked it with a symbol, and only when I felt I could read the whole thing aloud did I call home.
"...Dongzi, you called back? You haven't called back for two or three days?"
As soon as Mr. Ye dialed the phone, he heard his mother shout with joy. She didn't know what to say. Fortunately, even if it wasn't Dongzi who made the call, it was still a letter from Dongzi, so at least she could have some explanation.
It's actually quite nice that the old lady is so confused; she only remembers that she hasn't called back for two or three days, not several months.
“I’m not Dongzi, I’m Lao San. Dongzi wrote you a letter and asked me to read it to you.”
"What kind of letter is this? Why doesn't he call me? Is he busy? If he's busy, that's fine. He doesn't need to worry about calling back. Why bother writing a letter? It's too much trouble. Making money is the important thing..."
“He can’t make phone calls at sea, but he’s thinking of you, so he wrote you a letter and asked me to read it to you.”
The old lady's eyes reddened when she heard this, and her voice choked with emotion.
"Why are you worrying about me? He's at sea, so he needs to be careful and stay safe. Don't worry about me. I'm doing fine at home. I have plenty to eat and wear, and I'm enjoying a big house."
"You've already written the letter and sent it back, so I'll read it to you. I don't know some of the words, so I'll just give you the general idea..."
"That's not a question. Who told you not to study hard when you were young? Look at you now, you can't even read a single word, and you can't even read a letter properly. What good are you?"
Mr. Ye calmly decided not to argue with her, since he was used to being scolded all the time.
"So, are you going to listen or not?"
“Listen, of course you have to listen. Read it to me word for word. Don’t say you don’t know the words. Ask someone else and read it to me carefully. Read what Dongzi wrote for me.”
The old lady's eyes reddened, but then she was overjoyed.
"I know, I've already asked. I'll read it to you."
"Hey, hey, you say..."
(End of this chapter)