Hoping and waiting, until the day the first snow fell, Feng Qingxue finally heard the voice she had been longing to hear.
"Xiaoxue, you've got a letter from Lu Jiang!"
Eagerly, Feng Qingxue hurried to put on her military coat, her pregnant belly leading the way, and she quickly opened the door.
There at the entrance was the postman with a pushed bicycle, his green uniform in the snow looked so endearing.
"From now on, just bring anything from Lu Jiang directly here," Wang Jiao guided the postman.
The postman wiped the snow off himself, smiling, "Alright, I'll remember that. I'll deliver everything here, not just the stuff from Comrade Lu Jiang, but also any parcels and letters sent to Comrade Feng Qingxue."
He often made deliveries and had never seen anyone receiving letters and packages as frequently as Feng Qingxue, which left a deep impression on him.
Feng Qingxue quickly expressed her gratitude, "I bother you too much."
