Carrying vegetables and walking back to her neighbor Fran's house: She spends more time going directly to Fran's house recently. She helps Fran cook and clean the house, treating herself as a nanny, so that she can feel at ease.
Take the money Fran and Charlie gave her.
A young man in uniform was standing in the corridor, and she didn't know what he was doing. Fran looked at him with some vigilance, and involuntarily exerted some force on her hand that was touching the key in her pocket.
There is only one girl in the family, Fran, and an old woman like her. If the other party has any malicious intentions, they will probably suffer a loss. Although the security of Refeng Port is relatively good under the governance of Tang Jun, in such troubled times, one must be cautious.
"Who...are you? What are you doing here?" Frowning, Shireen asked. She observed the other party. If the other party had any suspicious reaction, she would use Charlie's status as a senior government official to scare him away.
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Although Charlie is not a high-ranking government official, just a small employee, under normal circumstances, no one should dare to easily offend an elf who mentions the work of Tang people.
"Hello, madam." The young man in uniform nodded sheepishly, greeted politely, and then asked: "Do you know if the owner of the house next door is still here?"
"What's the matter with you?" Shirin looked at the locked door of her house. That was her home, a home she had not returned to for several days.
"Ah, that's it. I'm a postman, and I have a letter here, which is addressed to Ms. Shireen." The young man was a little nervous, then remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and quickly added: "I knocked on the door.
, but there is no one.”
As he spoke, he found a beautiful envelope from the satchel behind him: "This is a very important letter. I must hand it to Ms. Shirin in person. This is an order."
Letter? Shirin's heart suddenly twitched. She was trembling a little, and the hand holding the key couldn't stop trembling in her pocket: "You, you mean, you said you believed it?"
"Yes, are you her neighbor?" the postman asked cautiously. He had just found this high-paying job and did not want to mess up such an important task.
You know, when his immediate boss handed these envelope-style letters to their postmen, he paid special attention: every letter must be delivered to the person at the address accurately, and there can be no mistakes at all.
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This was part of the Tang Empire's strategy for the Eastern Continent and one of the important details for the empire to appease the people. No problems were allowed.
"I, I am Shirin." Shirin was so nervous that she forgot that she was holding the key to Fran's house. She walked to her room door and poked at Fran's house for a long time before remembering that she was holding the key.
Got it wrong.
So she quickly changed the correct key and opened the door of her house: "Look, I am Shirin. Can you give me my letter?"
She stretched out her hand and found that it was not under her control at all and was shaking non-stop. The postman looked at the address again and then looked at the address on the letter: "Ms. Shirin, what is your son's name?"
?I can’t make a mistake, so I’ll confirm it at the end.”
"Marvin, there is also a son named Frank." For fear of missing something, Shireen said the names of her two sons.
The postman no longer had any doubts and handed the envelope to Shirin: "Madam, this is your letter. Please sign your name here or press a fingerprint as proof that you have received the letter."
He rummaged through his pocket and found a record book and handed it to Shirin. After the other party put her fingerprints on it, he put the things away before politely nodding and walking down the stairs.
Shireen stood at the door, just standing there, looking down at the envelope in her hand, looking at the crooked words on it: Mom, Shireen, sent from Marvin.
Finally, she remembered that she should open the letter. She put the dish in her hand at the door, rubbed her thumb stained with ink pad on the back of her hand, and then carefully tore open the envelope.
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The letter inside is only one page, and the content is not too much. I don't think a female officer has much patience to guide a big-headed soldier to write a letter home of several thousand words.
But all this was enough for Shireen: she saw her son's letter, her son Marvin was still alive and well.
Leaning against the wall of the corridor and covering her mouth, Shirin wanted to cry but suppressed it instinctively. God knows how she survived so many days. She leaned against the wall and shed tears, but did not dare to wrinkle them.
The letter paper in Ban Dian's hand.
But she didn't dare to squeeze this heavy letter without force, because she was afraid that the letter would disappear as soon as she let go. She was afraid that all this was her illusion, so she didn't dare to be presumptuous, afraid that this dream would suddenly happen.
wake up.
It wasn't until she finally confirmed everything that she stood up against the wall again. She walked back to her room and suddenly felt that everything around her had color again.
She still has a son alive, Marvin is still alive! And he said in the letter that he was living a pretty good life. He could eat three meals a day while working, and there was no danger at all except that it was a bit harder.
He no longer takes risks on the front line, he is only responsible for building roads. Although it doesn't sound like much, it is enough for Shirin! As long as you don't have to risk your life in a hail of bullets, any job is possible and good.
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The letter also stated that he would serve three years for his war crimes near Yongdong Port. During these three years, he could only work for the Tang Empire officials and could not leave at will. However, he could give
She writes a letter, so there is nothing to worry about.
This sentence made Shirin even more ecstatic. As long as her child was alive, she didn't mind working for three years. As long as she could wait for a letter from her child every week, then everything would be no big deal.
Suddenly, she smiled, showing a long-lost smile, extremely bright.
She picked up the vegetables she bought, closed the door of her room, walked to Fran's house, took out the key and opened the door, and woke up Fran in the room with a joyful voice: "Flan
, dear...my son is still alive, look what I'm waiting for, Marvin is still alive, by the gods...he is still alive."
Fran shouted out happily, she hugged Shirin, and was sincerely happy for her neighbors. In such a war, they did not lose much, which was enough for people like them.
