Zhang Han has been away for three months and is about to celebrate the New Year. The last contact was a month ago. Chen Zi'ang didn't know if Zhang Han would come back to celebrate the New Year.

She never went home during the winter vacation, and it was inconvenient for communication at home. She was afraid that Zhang Han would write to her, or that Zhang Han would not be able to see her when she came back.

Another important reason is that she is pregnant.

My menstrual period has been abnormal. I only got a checkup when I went to the hospital a few days ago. She kept coming on time. This time it was a bit long. After hearing what my sister Chen Ziyue said, she went to the hospital for a checkup.

The doctor said she was pregnant, but she didn't dare to tell her sister. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to tell Zhang Han, but the letters were inconvenient. She didn't know when he would come back and whether he would receive the letter.

The letter is written like this:

My husband:

You have been away for a long time, so long that I can't remember the time. I always dream about you at night, but when I woke up, I was alone and used to the days of having you. It turns out that when you were not by your side, the days were so long, longer than the three autumns.

Have you taken the exam? How are the exam results? I haven't received your letter for almost a month. Are you okay? Are you still used to it abroad? Have you been very busy recently?

Look at how I am like this, keep asking you questions.

You should be back soon, you said you will be back after the exam. But the New Year is coming soon, you should be back soon!

I've been waiting for you to come back at home.

The wintersweet downstairs is blooming. Every time I walk over to see them. They stand proudly in the snow, and the fragrance is pleasant, reminding me of the scene of us fighting poetry together:

You are pronunciating the words of Grandpa Mao:

The wind and rain send back spring, and the flying snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with ice a hundred feet, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

I don’t compete for spring, I only repay the spring.

When the mountains are blooming, she smiles in the bushes.

I read Xin Qiji's words:

Beside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and unparalleled.

It was already dusk and it was sad alone, and the wind and rain were even more swaying.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers be jealous.

Stones are turned into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same.

Do you still remember the scene of us singing about plum blossoms together?

You said you wanted me to be as strong and independent as a plum blossom, and I would live a good life alone after you left.

My postgraduate entrance examination results have already been removed, and I have passed. I received a notice shortly after you left, just to give you a surprise.

Husband, have you ever thought about me? Are you very nervous about studying? If you can come back during the Chinese New Year, will we get married? I am already at the age of getting married.

You said that when I reach the legal age for marriage, we will get married. Then when you graduate, we will get married.

You said we will get married when you come back. I am so excited and happy to think that I am about to become your wife.

My husband, I can't wait.

Bu Suanzi. Yongmei (send a letter to brother)

The plum blossoms welcome the cold snow, and the beautiful wind comes.

I send you to the end of summer and have not returned from autumn and winter, so I don’t know who I want to do.

Sier was not allowed to see him, only letters.

Wait until you can get to the Milky Way of Quezing, join in the moon

My husband, if you can't wait for you to come back, I have to go back to my hometown for the New Year first. I clean my room and tidy up my study. Every year, you clean the room. It seems that I have to clean the room this year. By the way, my husband, I have installed a phone number at home. The phone number is: 6976845. If you receive a letter, remember to call me. See you next year!

Hopefully!

Your son

When Chen Zi'ang wrote this, he stroked his belly with his hands. Her body was slender but round and orderly. It was impossible to tell when she was pregnant for three months.

Yes, she couldn't wait, she and the child in her belly couldn't wait, the doctor said that the month was getting older and she had missed the best time.

She didn't want to get pregnant before marriage, but the doctor gave her a comprehensive examination and said that her body did not allow her to undergo surgery. She was afraid that she would not be pregnant again after the operation. Moreover, when Brother Han left, he said that they would get married when he came back.

She never worried that Zhang Han would not marry her, nor did she ask if Zhang Han would marry her.

She believed in Zhang Han so much, believed in Zhang Han's promises throughout her life, and never questioned or inquired about Zhang Han's affairs. She believed in everything about Zhang Han.

Thinking of Zhang Han and the little baby in his stomach, Chen Zi'ang felt sweet and smiling happily, and even the cold weather outside was not so annoying.

Chen Zi'ang wrote the letter, folded it into a heart move, carefully put it in an envelope, and rode a bicycle to the post office. Perhaps because of her age, she had no reaction during her pregnancy. She could eat, sleep and do it. She was a child from the countryside and could do any work.

Chen Zi'ang didn't know that her letter would not be in the hands of Zhang Han. Chen Zi'ang just kept his head open and studied with a simple mind. He trusted Zhang Han very much, and she didn't understand some things.

After Zhang Han left, she needed to take care of everything at home.

Although Zhang Han's colleagues often come to help her, she doesn't want to bother her often. Besides, she can't get too close to them, so she sent the letter out in expedited. Brother Han has not had a letter for a month, which made her feel a little uneasy.

Chen Zi'ang cleaned the room and started to tidy up the study. Zhang Han liked to read the books in the study. Chen Zi'ang had basically finished reading it, and the bottom floor was all that she had read.

She wanted to tidy up the study and take out all the books to dry them to clean the dust. The sun has been pretty good these two days.

When she was sorting it out to the bottom, she picked up several books, two or three of them had a letter underneath, and the paper turned slightly yellow. She picked up one of the letters and read it, and found that it was written for her.

She found it a little funny, and Brother Han didn't even show her the letter.

She looked carefully and found that the notes were not Zhang Han's handwriting, and her handwriting was a little familiar, but suddenly she couldn't remember who it was. She looked at the letter carefully. When she saw the signature, she was stunned.

Then she looked one by one, smiling while she was crying. The three years of high school life flashed before her eyes. The letters were filled with memories of three years of life. Every bit of her and Fu Haisheng was clearly presented in front of her. It turned out that Fu Haisheng remembered so clearly that the latest letter was August a year ago, and there was no more Fu Haisheng's letter after August.

Chen Zi'ang didn't know how these letters got here, but she knew that the letter Fu Haisheng wrote to her must have been intercepted by Zhang Han, and not only was it intercepted but also opened it to read it.

Chen Zi'ang realized that Fu Haisheng not only liked her, but also liked her very deeply, but why didn't he tell her at the beginning?

But what's the use of telling her?

Now that she saw these letters, she had no idea except being moved. Although she was a little angry with Zhang Han, Zhang Han’s feelings for her in recent years were indeed really good.

She remembered the situation when Fu Haisheng went to her house again. Didn’t Xia Yan say that she and Fu Haisheng were in a good mood at that time?

So what does Fu Haisheng mean to write a letter to her?

She wanted to put away the letter and burn it, but then she thought, since Brother Han didn't want her to see it, then she pretended not to see it.

She sorted out the letter neatly, with tears she shed on the letter, pressing the letter under the book, just pretending nothing happened, and her three years of high school life with Fu Haisheng was full of joy, but she really had no love.

Chen Zi'ang felt a little depressed. She was too lazy to clean the study. She wanted to go out for a walk alone, but she didn't know where to go, so she thought of going to Chen Ziyue's house.
Chapter completed!