A large truck was parked in front of the snow mountain ranch hut.

Its carriage is bright red, and it is very conspicuous with a huge yellow cartoon dragon.

The sos letters written on it, those who don’t know think it’s a distress signal, while those who know it will understand that it is a truck from a convenience store.

More than a year ago, the convenience store had already opened to Montana on Sunday, and it was obvious that someone in the group of construction workers looking around next to him knew it.

Sos now has advanced freight channels. There are more than 100 trucks of these cargoes carrying ten tons in the United States, running around day and night. The cod caught on the East Coast of Seattle in the morning can be sent to San Francisco at night. It is precisely because of this fast freight support that Sos can develop rapidly. Now it can basically open a branch in half a month, just like snowballing and getting bigger and bigger.

The car in front of him was from New York. After arriving in Billings yesterday, the driver called Han Qianshan and agreed to come to the ranch to deliver things this afternoon. When Xiao Hanxuan rushed home, Ferrari was sliding down the truck compartment along the inclined board, and several cowboys were carefully holding it.

More than 20 days ago, in order to catch the plane to New York, the father and son drove the car to Billings, and later stayed in the warehouse there, and now they happened to be brought over.

Guo’s mother didn’t know what was contained in the boxes in the car, so she asked the two jeans to help carry it to the corridor. The pink envelope that the driver gave her just now was half exposed outside her pocket.

But someone didn't know yet, so he tiptoed to the middle-aged driver, ignored the kitten holding his legs, and asked with a cute look: "Uncle, where is the letter you said yesterday?

When the driver saw a child coming, he immediately snatched the cigarette in his hand, scratched his head and said, "Are you talking about the letter the boss asked me to bring?"

"I have already handed it over to that lady, the one at the door."

"lady!?"

Xiao Hanxuan felt a chill and turned his head quietly. Sure enough, his mother was looking at him with a smile under the eaves.

It seems that someone needs to explain carefully...

In the evening, the water birds spread their wings to return to their nests, and the small wooden house by the lake also changed quietly. The most obvious thing is that there are more oil paintings on the wall.

McDull was crazy outside all day. He just went into the house to find the little master, but he almost slipped. The floor was too clean. The boy next to him was glaring at it, grabbed McDull's face and ravaged it, retaliating against it for dirtying the floor. This was the fruit of Xiao Hanxuan's labor for the whole afternoon.

Not far away, my mother was lying down to watch TV. When she saw this scene, she said with a squint: "Have you washed the dishes in the kitchen? Why are you lazy? You don't want this."

After saying that, she shook the envelope in her hand, pinched a lychee and put it in her mouth. This afternoon, she was leisurely and had her son's tail caught in her hand, so she could do whatever she wanted. For example, these peeled lychees and brand new windows all showed this tragic child abuse incident.

Xiao Hanxuan gritted his teeth, and Yu Guang swept the envelope and immediately surrendered. He obediently walked to the pool, took a stool and stood on to wash dishes.

The mother stretched out her head, looked at her son's back and grinned.

When my father returned home at around 7 o'clock, he saw his son looking at him as soon as he opened the door. He thought something had happened. He hugged his son and asked, "What's wrong? Who bullied you and Dad helped you avenge him."

The boy suddenly felt energetic and pointed to the room and said, "It's not my mother yet. I've cleaned it for the afternoon. I won't give me any letter from Anya."

"Oh, what did she write?"

Han’s father said that he had a habitual amnesia when he said revenge.

"It's not that I haven't seen it yet." The boy curled his lips and pretended to be pitiful.

Sitting on the sofa and thinking for a long time, Han Qianshan finally planned to ask for an explanation for his son. When he came out for a while, he was holding a letter in his hand, but his expression was a little wrong. Moreover, he was washing and cooking for the next half month. Anyway, I don’t know what happened.

Xiao Hanxuan hid in the room with the envelope in his arms. Han Qianshan was about to come and take a look. The door was closed with a slam, and then there was a sound of locking. His dear brother stood in front of the door, wanting to cry without tears.

In the room, the boy covered his quilt and showed his head outside. He looked at his hand and saw a line of beautiful English letters written on it: a letter to Brother Han Xuan. There was neither a postal code nor a stamp. What's more important is that he didn't even have an address. If Mr. Han hadn't helped send it over, it would be strange that Han Xuan could see it at this moment.

He couldn't help but thrust his lips, so he turned over and raised his butt and leaned on the bed, reached out and carefully opened the seal. There was only one piece of paper inside, which was pink like the cover. Before he could start looking at Han Xuan, he laughed. He found that this feeling was like the mood of secretly passing notes between girls in junior high school class.

The whole piece of paper was full of words, mostly in twisty Chinese, occasionally forgetting the words, and mixed with a lot of English. These were taught by her great-grandmother. She was also smart in bilingual education since she was a child. These were not very difficult for Anya.

The letter paper was full of very childish content, probably how many paintings I drew today, or liked to eat strawberry ice cream on the street corner, and her favorite female teacher was going to have a baby, so she left, and no one was playing with her at school.

It was like a confession of his brother, telling Han Xuan everything about whether he was good or not.

The page of paper was quickly finished reading, and the boy was silly happy, and then he read it from the beginning again, and then he found that there was a passage written on the other side: Dear Han Xuan, I hope you will reply as soon as possible after receiving the letter. Dolores misses you very much.

The signature is Cecilia, probably she secretly added it when she delivered the letter.

The bronze alarm clock at the head of the bed pointed at nine o'clock, and Han Xuan was still turning and rummaging and unable to sleep, so he got up, put on his coat and went to the desk to write a reply to Anya.

Soothe a piece of letter paper and let the delicate little pen suck ink. The boy thought for a long time before he started writing:

Dear Sister Anya, I miss you very much.

I just came back from New York with my dad and encountered many fun things along the way.

When the summer vacation is over, if Aunt Cecilia allows you, I hope you can come to the Snow Mountain Ranch for a few days, the scenery here is very beautiful.

The kitten has a good life here. I named it Fat Ding and the stupid donkey. You will definitely like them.

......

Next time I finish writing the letter, I will send it to the Sunday convenience store and I will reply you soon.

——Han Xuan.

The boy put down the pen in his hand. Half an hour passed and he lay on the bed for half a day before he fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn and the roosters were still sleeping in bed.

Xiao Hanxuan woke up Fat Ding and McDull, held the Lycra camera and took a photo. He seemed not satisfied with their confused expressions, rubbed them over and over again, and took photos of them again.

So when Old Patton came back from Augusta Town to buy vegetables and help Han Xuan wash, Fat Ding and McDull continued to be confused in the photo.

Today is Thursday, and the postman will come to collect letters nearby. It will be troublesome to miss this time and want to send them out. He can only use these photos and put them in an envelope that has been prepared long ago. When they send them to Billings, there will be a truck in the Sos store to help take them to New York.

Think about how much more than twenty years later, American express delivery from the east to the west took more time than to China. You can imagine what kind of work efficiency they had in the 1990s.

As time passed the envelope to the roadside, watching the gray pickup truck of the US Post go away with black smoke, the little boy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun was shining outside. Seeing that my father was about to go out, he asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

The father snorted softly, as if he had been hit last night. He walked away with anger and ignored his son. Han Xuan was no longer surprised by his father's childish behavior. He turned his head and smiled and climbed into the car.

Han's father rolled his eyes and drove eastward.

Looking around, the vast grasslands are connected by the sky, cattle and sheep are wandering around with their tails, and cowboys are riding tall American cabbages, quietly following them.

These are now all the ranches for boys.

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