The last letter was "Zhou Xiaowen, your letter has arrived, come down and get it." As soon as he finished speaking, a girl with a frivolous figure and a ponytail stuck her head out from the window sill on the second floor.

He responded softly: "Okay." Then there was a rush of people coming downstairs, and then the door opened. Wenwen was wearing a white dress, with a pink face and a ponytail swaying in the autumn wind. She looked like she was

So enviable.

"Your mother wrote to you again. I really envy you." Wenwen said thank you hurriedly and took the letter with both hands, like a special ceremony, sacred and solemn.

The postman has become accustomed to such images, which have never stopped since he started doing his job. It has been more than ten years, and every time he is so excited, as if he has won a jackpot.

But he couldn't figure it out. He had never seen Zhou Yawen's mother come back in all these years. This was what puzzled him the most.

This was the 362nd letter. Wenwen carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter. It was still the familiar handwriting and the eternal longing.

"Wenwen, how are you doing lately? Do you miss your mother? These days, my mother has learned a lot of delicious dishes. When she earns enough money and returns to China, she will cook them for Wenwen and her father. You guys have been..." Wenwen read attentively.

Mom showed a sweet smile as she wrote the text, then carefully put it in the drawer, turned back to the kitchen, and prepared lunch for Dad, who was about to come home from work.

During lunch, Wenwen asked her father: "Dad, why don't any of the so many letters from mom have an address?" Dad thought for a while: "Silly boy, don't you know? In foreign countries, addresses are not written on envelopes.

"Oh," Wenwen nodded.

Wenwen has not seen her mother since she could remember, and her image in her memory is very vague.

She asked her father several times, but he always hesitated to say a few words and believed it when asked. Wenwen felt that since he and his father had been dependent on each other for so many years, his father would not lie to her.

Every time when she was alone, besides her father at work, Wenwen would be accompanied by these more than 300 letters. She would open them one by one and recall every detail of her life. Her mother would also tell her about recent major events and talk to her.

When it comes to dreams and the future, sometimes her mother has to tell her a story in several letters, and the days of waiting for letters have become a kind of belief for Wenwen.

Dad didn't have any hobbies, so he gradually became acquainted with cigarettes. Wenwen knew that this was the only way to relieve his father when he was lonely and depressed.

But Wenwen discovered that her father's cough had been particularly severe in the past few days, and he could even vomit blood after a long time.

Wenwen insisted that her father go to the hospital for a check-up, but the result was that he had advanced lung cancer.

It is caused by long-term smoking and excessive stress and unreasonable habits.

This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Wenwen kept hiding her illness from her father, telling him that it was just a lung disease and that he would be cured after being hospitalized for a few months.

Wenwen knew that time was running out, so she began to learn how to cook delicious food, let her father eat delicious meals, and tell him jokes to make her happy.

Looking at her father who was getting increasingly pale, Wenwen couldn't help but laugh.

During this period, Wenwen received two more letters from her mother. The style of writing changed, telling her about her future desires and plans. She was careful and found that her mother's handwriting was getting worse each time. At the end of the letter, her mother

Tell Wenwen that in future letters, she will gradually tell her life experience and the reason for going abroad.

Wenwen had wanted to know about this for a long time, but her mother had avoided the topic several times. This was a big surprise for Wenwen.

But as the days passed, my mother's letter never came. My father's condition gradually worsened, and the hospital issued a critical illness notice. My father's breathing was very difficult and he had to use oxygen. Even speaking became a problem.

Wenwen stayed with her father all day long. From her father's eyes, Wenwen felt that her father wanted to say something. Seeing her father's skinny appearance, Wenwen finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Finally, my father stopped breathing in his sleep, ended his life, and left this world peacefully, leaving with this bleak autumn.

When making the hospital bed, Wenwen found a pen and letterhead under the mattress. The unfinished letter was covered with blood drops.

"Wenwen, mom is sorry for you. She left you and dad very early and went to a place far, far away. That world was very quiet..." Looking at it, tears fell on the letterhead, like autumn rain.

It also hit her fragile heart, and Wenwen finally understood. She knelt down next to her father's body and lost her voice in pain again.