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Considering that the mail box received more and more heavy letters, the four people discussed for a long time and decided to help those who needed help.

Even if they are very weak.

One day, when the dormitories were surfing the Internet, they found their mailbox in a post bar. They realized that it was not only the college students who came to send letters to them for help.

The world is really too big and too big, the joys and sorrows always happen in different corners, some people laugh happily, others hide in the corner to cry.

Those who laugh will not always be happy, and those who cry will not always stay in the corner growing mushrooms.

The primitive society is like a closed glass jar. People break the invisible glass around and step on the debris to enter the new society.

The long years spread glass fragments on the ground, some are glass slag, some are glass blocks, and some are glass pieces.

People walk on the inevitable broken glass. Some of the wounds are just a small bleeding hole, and some wounds are covered with bright red blood.

Some people will choose to heal themselves after seeing their mottled wounds, while others will sit still and cry for help from others.

Those who send letters to them are those who cannot heal themselves.

Some wounds are very small and can be healed without any treatment; some wounds are huge and need careful care after treatment.

The four of them began to "operate" the anonymous mailbox regularly: the mailbox was jointly operated by the four of them, and it was opened three times a week, each time at 9:00 p.m., and handled according to the sending order. There is no rule on which day to open from Monday to Friday night. It will open on time at 9:00 p.m. on Saturday and Sunday.

Four people take turns to handle the letters, arranged according to the age of the dormitory, and one manages for a month.

If you encounter any problem that one person can't handle, deal with it together with four people in the dormitory.

At first, in order to improve the use of the mailbox and attract a large proportion of female students in the major to post letters, they named this mailbox after Su Lin, the most popular.

Later, in order to prevent those who want to find the mailbox to despair one day, they want to post to them, but can not find them, they did not change the name of the mailbox.

Su Lin is urged by them to open the microblog, find the question box called "Xiaolin's magic mailbox", and click open the receiving area.

Many questions have been sent, but fortunately they are relatively simple ones.

There are middle school students who are confused about their studies, adults who are entangled with emotional problems, and some problems arising from family relations or friends getting along with each other.

Su Lin thought and answered them attentively, and answered their questions seriously. They didn't notice that Zhou Qifeng had already bathed and came to him.

Zhou Qifeng wiped his hair and looked behind him for a long time. When he finished answering the question on his hand, he pressed the send button and said, "what are you doing?"

Su Lin was startled by the sudden voice behind him, and almost dropped his mobile phone.

"You scared me Su Lin took off the plug of the mobile phone charger, turned her head and glared at Zhou Qifeng, "my mobile phone almost fell off!"

Zhou Qifeng hooked his instep on the stool next to him and sat down beside him. "I've stood behind you for a long time, and I called you out of the bath. You didn't hear me."

Su Lin hummed, unlocking the phone to continue to get back the letter.