Reborn As A Lucky Girl

The uncle was a little ashamed of Ouyang Qing'an's Frank "clarification" and covered his face with a newspaper.

Everyone around talked, but none of them spoke loudly.

But the eyes are different.

Xue Xueer didn't care so much. Her consciousness was still immersed in the stack of thick stamps in her hand.

Xue Xueer was shocked!

Does Ouyang Qingan know how many Suites he gave himself?

Apart from other things, the first round of this edition of the zodiac stamp monkey alone is worth nearly 1.5 million after 40 years.

And it is still growing.

Xue Xueer didn't count how much this stack was given. Anyway, it was quite a lot.

Where is she willing to use?

She quickly put the stack in her small bag and buttoned the buttons. If it was lost, several Suites would be lost.

"Brother Qing'an, let's go there and write the letter first!" Xue Xueer suggested.

"OK."

With that, Xue Xueer bought envelopes and stationery at the conductor's place and took two 8-cent stamps.

The place where she sent the letter was close, so 8 points was enough.

She held the monkey ticket in her hand and trembled a little. Who could have thought that such a small stamp would be worth five or six thousand in postmodernism?

She only spent eight cents.

When she sat down and picked up the pen in her hand, Xue Xueer calmed down a little.

But the thing that made her difficult came again: "how should I write..."

After living for so many years, she only wrote small compositions assigned by her teacher, and never wrote letters at all.

In addition, living in that information age, basically what is there? Just take a mobile phone and send a text message or wechat. There is no need to write a letter at all.

Coupled with the development of medical technology.

Maybe I haven't sent all the letters I wrote yet. They're already well.

Ouyang Qing'an thought she couldn't write, so he specially asked for free paper and pen from the side, which is the kind used for drafting.

"Xiaoxueer, what do you want to write? If you can't, read it out and I'll teach you."

Since Yang Songshu untied his heart knot, Ouyang Qing'an has not been so jealous.

Since my friend is ill, I should write this letter.

Besides, it's new year soon, so it's reasonable to write a letter.

Xue Xueer has no choice but to mention her pen. If she knew how to write, would she still be in a daze here?

"Well... Let me see."

Xue Xueer almost didn't bite the pen. She doesn't have so much to say about her relationship with Yang Songshu.

"Why don't I help you think about it?"

Seems to see Xue Xueer's helplessness, Ouyang Qing'an suggested.

At this moment, Xue Xueer felt that Ouyang Qing'an must be the Savior. Is he here to help all living beings?

But the first one is her. She comes to inspect the goods for all sentient beings first.

"What should I write?" Xue Xueer looked at the person in front of her with her small face. He was really good-looking. She wouldn't feel tired of it.

This is really a king superstar face. It's a pity that she doesn't go out of the road in the future.

"Yes, yes, but how to write it, brother Qing'an?" Xue Xueer tilted her head and her voice was milky.

People around want to see more. This woman is so good.

I've never seen such a beautiful girl in a village. Is this little girl from the city? Look, this dress looks like.

So is this boy. It's expensive to watch.

Ouyang Qing'an thought carefully: "let's first express our condolences on his condition."

Since we want to ask about the current situation, we must start from the most important place.

The content of this letter should be more than three pieces of stationery. You must pick up the most important questions.

"Yes!" Xue Xueer quickly echoed: "ask him if there is anything interesting in the city. If so, let him stay in the city and don't always think about coming back!"

Ouyang Qing'an picked up his pen and quickly wrote on the draft paper: "OK, I'll write it first."