When the consciousness was awakened by the first ray of sunshine in the early morning, Mo Chen turned over lazily. The feeling of lying in the quilt was really real. I hope that after opening my eyes, I found that those incredible experiences over the past few days were all dreams of Nan Ke.

?? "Hey~~ When you wake up, get up quickly! Don't pretend to be dead pigs there." This sound that is more harsh than the alarm clock is naturally the "Yihua" Haiting in Room 404.

??Mo Chen lazily opened one eye, as if doing so, and the other closed eyes and the other half of his brain could still continue to fall asleep.

??Haiting sat beside his bed, facing the makeup mirror, constantly applying skin cream and other things to his face.

??Hai Ting glanced at Mo Chen, regardless of Mo Chen's brain. He was awake at this moment, and complained to Mo Chen, "I almost scared me to death last night and didn't sleep all night. Look at my dark circles~~"

??Mo Chen's head buzzed and he sat up straight. His movements were fast and abnormal, but instead he jumped Haiting again. Haiting shouted, "Well? Are you cheating!"

??Mo Chen, who had just woken up, had a little dull eyes and his hair was messy, but he asked Haiting anxiously, "What happened last night?"

??Haiting's eyes turned, looked at Mo Chen up and down, and suddenly realized, "Hey~~ calm and calm! I mean Lao Kang."

Haitingshi is so obsessed with cleanliness, so he naturally cannot change beds with Lu Zhong so generously and let Kang Qiang and others live there. So, like an acrobatic performance, Kang Qiang squeezed into the upper bunk where Lu Zhong was. That night, when Kang Qiang and the other two of them turned over and moved slightly, the whole bed would make a squeak.

That's why Haiting didn't sleep well all night because he was worried all night if he would be so unfortunately crushed into a meat pie.

"Hu~~" Mo Chen breathed a long sigh. He thought he was sleeping too well and missed something earth-shaking "major event".

Mo Chen glanced at the room and no one was missing except him and Haiting. While he was sleeping soundly, time had already sneaked to 10 o'clock in the morning. It seemed that it was inevitable that he would be late and skip classes.

The project on Haiting's face had been completed. While cleaning up the bottles and jars, he said, "No need to look at them, they are all out. Didn't we agree to divide the work and find the location on the map?"

"Haha, is that! That's really not easy, they are so diligent." So he was also the "last place", and Mo Chen simply lazily spread on the bed and stretched indulgently.

Haiting put on a coat and opened the door, "I'll go out to buy you breakfast, you can clean up your personal hygiene at this moment. Look at your mouth~~My God~~ I'll almost smoke a pig."

Mo Chen grinned and whispered, "You are not dead yet."

The door closed with a sound of collision. I wonder if Haiting had heard this. When Haiting came back with a few buns and two cups of soy milk, Mo Chen not only picked up himself, but also cleaned up the hygiene of the old nest.

While the two were having a belated breakfast, Mo Chen listened to Haiting's arrangements today. It was not Zheng Yi and the others who were diligent today. It was just that Mo Chen was too slept too hard this morning. Early in the morning, Zheng Yi and the others were awakened by Mo Chen's cell phone ringtone. The call from Haiting, who was nearby, answered for Mo Chen, was called by Fan Tong, saying that there was something important and that Mo Chen would go there.

Fan Tong didn't say too much on the phone, and Shanghai Ting was a little worried about Kang Qiang's presence, so he didn't ask much, as if there was another news about Fan Tong's mother.

Haiting said that Kang Qiang agreed to leave in the morning and would ask for leave for them again today, but whether the school can hide it depends on their luck.

When Mo Chen and Haiting arrived at Fan Tong's rental house, Fan Tong was already impatient. As soon as the knock on the door sounded, the door was opened immediately.

As soon as Mo Chen said his apology, Fan Tong immediately interrupted, pointed to a paper box on the coffee table and said, "Look at it!"

The paper box placed on the coffee table is just an ordinary shoe box. However, looking at its surface, it has been a bit old and the original brand logo has become blurred and yellowed.

Mo Chen lifted the lid of the box and exposed a thick stack of letters. He grabbed a handful of letters pressed under the box. Judging from the style of the envelope, it seemed that the past was too old. The sallow cover and the ink marks of the brush were even more shocked. What shocked Mo Chen was that on the yellow envelope, there were a few big words written in a straight manner - "Ling'er's personal opening".

"Is this?..." Because of the excitement, Mo Chen's hand trembled a little. He twisted the letter and looked at Fan Tong with inquisitive eyes. Fan Tong nodded with permission, "You'll know if you look."

Mo Chen gently pulled out the letter paper, fearing that it would break the thin paper with too much force. The letter paper was stacked in a neatly and folded in half at the middle. Mo Chen felt a little strange. He remembered that he had heard from the older generation of people in his family that in the past, even equipment such as landlines were not popularized, and people used letters to convey information to each other.

This manually written letter has an unwritten "etiquette". If you send a letter to your elders, then after folding the letter paper, you cannot fold it in half, but leave one side longer and the other side shorter. The long side shows the elders, and the short side shows yourself. The purpose of doing this is to express respect for the elders.

As for the letters that are folded in half, they are mostly letters written by peers or elders to younger generations. Generally speaking, people who do not follow this rule or do not understand this "etiquette" will not be so coincidental that they deliberately fold the letters so neatly.

The person who wrote the letter should be quite old now. Mo Chen thought so in his mind and began to scan the contents of the letter.

Ling'er:

We believe that we are all very lucky and are still alive...

The entire letter paper was full of words written on the sender, his longing for the recipient Ling'er, and his gratitude for each other, as well as his panic about the future. Apart from this, no other things were mentioned. The signature location was written with a distant and familiar name - Liu Yan.

"Liu Yan?" Mo Chen stared at his eyes, unable to control the surprise and excitement in his heart. "How could the letter Liu Yan wrote to Ling'er be in your hands?"

Fan Tong's confused eyes were a little complicated, "It's hard for me to believe these letters until now. I actually found them in my mother's room."

She pointed to the letters stacked in the box, and said in a trembling voice, "Not only this letter, but all the letters here are written by Liu Yan to Ling'er. I suspect that Liu Yan is still alive, and that Ling'er is probably...my mother!"

"What did you say?!"
Chapter completed!