my stealth fighter

Chapter 93 A Letter from Home

Suburbs, apartment buildings for rent.

"Hahahaha!"

The landlady is sitting in a rocking chair, stuffing popcorn into her mouth while watching a variety show, rocking back and forth with joy from time to time.

At this time, a figure flashed from the window of the administrator's room.

"Stop, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Postman, may I ask... Does Jiang Chanji live here? There is an international letter from him." The little brother in a postal uniform asked.

With the experience and lessons from last time, the landlady became more considerate, "That person doesn't live here anymore."

The postman looked embarrassed, "Then do you know where he lives?"

"I do not know."

As soon as the landlord aunt said this, the postman frowned even deeper. If this kind of international mail is not checked, the process of returning the letter will be very troublesome.

"Then do you know his phone number?" the younger brother asked again.

"do not know."

While the aunt answered, she was also observing the postal boy, his clothes, the employee ID card on his chest, the bag slanted behind his back, the habit of packing the bag, the skin of his face and neck that was often exposed to the wind and sun, None of this looks like a fake.

But even if it's not a disguise, it may leak like the courier brother last time.

The postman shook his head helplessly and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, although I don't know that person's address and phone number, but he mentioned it when he moved away, saying that he had filled in the courier address here before, so he might come back to pick up the courier from time to time, so that I'll sign for him."

After all, the landlord's aunt is old-fashioned, and her rhetoric is tight.

It is normal for concierges and security guards to collect things like express delivery and letters.

The postman let out a sigh of relief, took out a letter and handed it to her, "Then I'll trouble you to sign it for me."

The landlady scribbled twice and signed a name that she couldn't recognize herself.

She took the letter and saw that the recipient's name and address were written in pinyin.

……

When Jiang Chanji entered the apartment, he was stopped by the landlady.

"Wait, there is a letter from you."

Jiang Chanji's heart tightened. No one knew that he lived here, let alone send him letters or things, except for the package sent to him by his parents who didn't know how to get his address last time.

Could it be this time...

He was about to pick it up, but the landlady withdrew the letter again, "I ask you, why didn't you come home last night?"

"Uh... because of the social practice courses arranged by the school..." he replied.

The landlady snorted. She had already called the reception of Hongye Academy in the morning and got the same answer.

"Next time I have something to say in advance, otherwise if you don't come back in the middle of the night, I don't know if I should keep the door open for you? If I lock the door and you come back in the middle of the night, I will get up and open the door for you in the cold weather!"

Jiang Chanji's thoughts were all on that letter, and he apologized submissively.

The incident happened suddenly yesterday, he and Chen Yiyi left school during the day, and neither of them had a mobile phone, so there was no way to notify others.

The landlady handed the letter to him.

He quickly ran upstairs with the letter in his arms, unlocked and entered his room, then locked the door behind him, and examined the letter excitedly.

These days, there are very few people who are still writing letters.

The envelope was stamped with several airmail stamps, both Chinese and foreign.

The sender was indeed the parents. The names were written in pinyin, and their names were reversed. The father's surname was followed by the mother's name, and the mother's surname was followed by the parents' first names. This was obviously done for concealment.

Seeing these details, he had a premonition that the content of the letter this time might not be as unclear as last time.

He tore the envelope along the edge, poured out a letter, and looked inside to make sure there was nothing else.

"Machine:"

The title at the beginning of the letter is the same as last time.

"We don't know if it was you who opened this letter, we hope so, but that means you also received the package we sent you last time... so we hope you didn't receive this letter and That package."

"If you are the one who opened the letter, you must read this sentence carefully - throw away the package from last time, and don't drink that bottle! We sincerely hope that it is not too late..."

Jiang Chanji: "..."

Too late.

"We hope you didn't drink it, and we hope you've already thrown away that bottle if you've noticed something suspicious."

"We are sorry for you, but we must believe that everything that has happened during this period is not from our original intention..."

"You must be confused when you see this, so let's start from the beginning of everything."

"It's unbelievable when you hear that we got addicted to gambling, owed a lot of money, and ran away from home. Let alone you, we don't believe that we did such things... Although those things were indeed done by us It came out, we won't deny it, but... it wasn't our intention."

Jiang Chanji really wanted to believe this, because in his impression, his parents were not the kind of people who would make such a mess.

They were ordinary, not great parents, they would scold him when he made a mistake, and even beat him when he was furious, but to say that they would lose their fortune by gambling...he still can't understand it to this day.

"Jiji, no matter how incredible these seem to you, please continue to read."

Then, the parents told a story in the letter that was indeed unbelievable.

His parents used to be teachers, one taught art and the other taught music. They met and fell in love at school, and finally got married and gave birth to him.

After he was born, the family's expenses increased, and the salary of ordinary teachers was a bit tight. After all, they were not the kind of culture teachers who could secretly open cram schools to earn extra money.

Hiring a nanny to take care of the young him is another expense, and hiring a nanny is still not as safe as looking after the children yourself.

So, after discussion, the couple decided to resign from the school and start their own interest training classes for children. One taught art plus sculpture, and the other taught music plus dance. This way, the schedule is more free, and it is convenient to take care of their son. The son goes to class.

When the couple worked as teachers in school, they accumulated some contacts, so the interest class opened fairly smoothly, and soon got on the right track. Although they couldn't make much money, they had no problem maintaining a life above the average line, and they could control freely I also have more free time than office workers, and the life of a family of three is simple and ordinary.

Both the couple have good artistic talents, and more than one person has commented that their paintings and playing are very spiritual, but talent and spirituality do not mean that they can be famous and earn a lot of money.

Many famous artists lived in poverty all their lives, and their value soared after their death.

So his parents have always been ordinary people with little reputation.

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(End of this chapter)