"Did you keep in touch afterwards?" Jiang Yi asked curiously.
Xie Yundu smiled, "Yes, she left her address before she left. In that era, mobile phones were not yet widespread, and our village was poor, so we practically had no phones. All I could do was write letters to her."
Jiang Yi hadn't experienced the era of paper communication, but thought it must have been wonderful.
"We wrote to each other often. Every time I received her letter, I would immediately write back. Seeing her letters, I was often so nervous that I couldn't sleep for nights on end. Because of this, I practiced my handwriting for a long time."
Jiang Yi had seen Xie Yundu's handwriting in Anyang Village and it was unmatched in beauty. So that's how he had honed his skill.
For some reason, Jiang Yi not only didn't dislike this side of Xie Yundu but actually felt a tender warmth in her heart.
Xie Yundu said, "Later on, your mother wrote in her letter that she had fallen for a high school boy..."
