TRANSMIGRATED TO THE 80S TO BECOME STEPMOTHERS FOR FIVE HIGHER-UPS

TRANSMIGRATED TO THE 80S TO BECOME STEPMOTHERS FOR FIVE HIGHER-UPS
Chapter 262: I Think It Doesn't Matter If Dad Is Dead Or Not



"I'll write a reply later and send it tomorrow."


“Then they should be very happy.” Little Bei helped Shao Xi arrange another envelope. “Will there be more of these letters in the future? Will there be so much that we won't be able to solve everything? Is there no place to put it?”


“Let's try our best to read as much as possible. If there really were so many, so many that there was nowhere to store them, then I would either build a new house or buy one. When the time comes, we will save them together.” Even if a letter is a scolding, as her mother said, it is written for her. If he retorted, he would forget about it rather than throw it away.


Little Bei's eyes sparkled. “Ah, that's a good idea. I will do it in the future.”


Shao Qihai entered as they chatted happily. "What are you talking about that makes you so happy?"


“We reply to mail. Brother wants to reply to his readers' letters.”


Shao Qihai looked down and looked at the letter at the very top. His gaze suddenly froze as he suddenly picked it up.


“This address... Shao Xi, how can you contact this person? Didn't I tell you not to make contact? Where did you get this address?”


Shao Xi was stunned when she saw Shao Qihai's serious expression. He saw the letter again. “Daddy, what are you saying? What's wrong? I just replied to a letter to a reader who wrote to me.”


Shao Qihai stopped. "This is a letter from a reader?"


"That's fine. Didn't I just say that I want to read letters written by my readers? Shao Xi looked at Shao Qihai and took the envelope in his hand. “Daddy, what do you mean by what you just said? Why do you say that I cannot make contact with this person?”


“Nothing, I saw wrong. It's okay." Shao Qihai's gaze was conflicted. After denying it, he left with a complicated gaze.


Shao Xi and Little Bei looked at each other, and their gazes turned to the envelope in their hands. "There's something fishy about Dad's reaction."


"Yes, what do you think he means?" Little bei was confused.


Shao Xi frowned and shook her head. “I also do not know..” At this point, Shao Xi suddenly stopped, remembering what had happened.


He seemed to have guessed why Shao Qihai's reaction was so strange just now. Shao Xi looked at the soft words on the envelope, and her gaze became complicated as well.


Little Bei is worried. "What's? Second Brother, you have remembered it. Tell me what happened.”


"No, I don't remember anything." Shao Xi casually threw away the envelope. "That's late. Go back and go to sleep. When your letter arrives, I'll read it with you.”


Little Bei felt that Shao Xi was hiding something from him, but since he refused to tell her, he could only leave.


After Little Bei left, Shao Xi pounced on the bed and opened the letter he had thrown away earlier. This is the second time they have corresponded. Previously, this reader had sent another letter, and Shao Xi chose to reply because this little reader said that his father had left.


The young reader said she disliked her father because his father was never home. He would disappear once in a while and always hang out with the wrong people. Because of this, her mother often cried and almost took her away from her father.


However, before his mother could do so, his father suddenly died. No one knows what happened. When they received the news, they had seen his corpse.


Then, while packing his father's belongings, they found two bank savings books. One for her mother, and the other for her. He did not leave a single word, just enough money for them to live well. At least that was enough to support him until he grew up.


This little reader had written all these things indistinctly. When he does not know how to write certain words, he even uses pinyin or images to replace them. He said that he accidentally found Shao Xi's book and liked it very much, so he wrote a letter for her.


Due to the fact that there are also mixed images and pinyins, and words that readers know how to write are written in very large fonts, the letter is very thick. Shao Xi was interested in her thickness, but after reading it, she felt too tired and dull. After reading it for a while, he threw it away.


However, lately, Shao Xi kept thinking about this letter. Perhaps because he had also experienced the sudden death of his father, Shao Xi then found the letter again and read it patiently.


After reading it, he could not help but reply to the reader with his own letter. He wrote down all the words the reader had written in pinyin and showed that he had to copy them ten times to learn them. He also told her to buy a dictionary and check for words she could not write. He told the reader not to write to him in pinyin anymore, because he was too tired after reading it. If he writes in pinyin again, he won't answer.


Shao Xi did not know how to entertain the readers. He just said at the end, “You are actually very lucky because you still have your mother. Don't be afraid of sadness. It's okay to be sad. It will pass soon.”


At the time, they did not even have a mother. About being sad, Shao Xi felt like someone had to get used to it.


He initially thought that the little reader would not write to him again after this. He did not expect her to answer. Because it was relatively special, he remembered the name of the child reader, Fang Yu, quite clearly.


He simply did not expect Shao Qihai to react that way when he saw the envelope and the address.


Shao Xi recalled the story of the nameless hero she had heard from Shao Qihai before. He wanted to be friends with the boy Shao Qihai transferred to, but Shao Qihai refused, saying that it was simply impossible.


Unexpectedly, here comes this reader!


After thinking about the contents of the letter—that the father was no longer there, that the mother was moving, and so on—plus the appearance of Shao Qihai, Shao Xi guessed that this might be a boy, he said, and not a woman!


As Shao Xi carefully opened the letter, she muttered, “She refused to give me her address earlier. Surprising, huh? Even though I didn't have the address, in the end, the boy read my book and wrote to me! This must be.. destiny.”


Shao Xi shouted the words that came out of Mu Jingzhe's mouth from time to time and began to read the letter. After looking around, he nodded. “Mm, this time no pinyin.” However, the font is still very large.


Fang Yu said that he was very happy to receive his reply. Also, he had written those words ten times, at Shao Xi's request, and studied them. He even asked his mother to help him buy him a dictionary. The dictionary is very useful. He has also learned a few words with his help.


She originally planned to send her homework that she had written ten times, but due to too much, her mother would not allow it.


Although he did not know if it was because Shao Xi had asked him to write those words ten times, Fang Yu had written, “Brother Shao Xi, you are like a teacher. You're impressive.”


Shao Xi laughed. “Yes, I'm very impressive. I will be Master Shao from now on.”


After saying that, Fang Yu repeated that the vinegar was really sour and asked curiously, "Brother Shao Xi, after someone dies, after someone dies, will they really never come back or show up again?"


Fang Yu said that he actually did not know why Mother was crying so hard after Father's death. Obviously, Daddy is often not at home and when he sometimes comes home, his appearance will stir up gossip. I even cried a few times because of this. This caused him to dislike Dad again. But now that Dad's dead, Mom's very sad.


Obviously, his father was often not at home when he was alive.


“I think it doesn't matter if Dad dies or not. Anyway, he won't be coming home.”


Therefore, at first, when he said that his father had died and would never return, Fang Yu felt it was nothing. She did not know why her mother was crying so much. Everyone even said that Fang Yu was pitiful and asked why he was not crying, but Fang Yu could not cry at all.