"I'll write a reply later and send it tomorrow."
"Then they should be very happy." Little Bei helped Shao Xi arrange the other envelopes. "Will there be more and more of these letters in the future? Will there be so many that we won't be able to finish them all? Will there be no place to put them?"
"Let's try our best to read as many as possible. If there's really a lot, so much that there's nowhere to put them, then I'll build a new house or buy one. When the time comes, we'll save them together." Even if a letter was a scolding, just like his mother had said, it had been written for him. If he retorted, he would forget about it instead of throwing it around.
Little Bei's eyes lit up. "Ah, that's a good idea. I'll do that in the future."
Shao Qihai came in as they were chatting happily. "What are you talking about that's making you so happy?"
"We're replying to letters. Brother wants to reply to his readers' letters."
