When he opened the letter, he saw the extremely beautiful and neat little calligraphy on the page, and his eyes suddenly became extremely deep.

This is simply a comparison between Wushen and the beauty!

The words on the envelope are the same as those of a child who has just learned to write in the first grade of elementary school, but the words on the letter paper are graceful and elegant, with a hidden tail pattern, which is pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the font on it, Jiang Xiao's appearance immediately appeared in Meng Xinian's mind.

At the first moment, he had a sense of intuition, which was the word Jiang Xiao.

But then he felt it was incredible. Could this beautiful handwriting be written by a thirteen-year-old child?

Even if she started learning at the age of five, she would have to learn all the characters for a long time. It would take at least ten years to practice this character.

For a child!

But, ten years, Jiang Xiao?

impossible!

However, when he saw the content of the letter and the tone between the lines, he was very sure that this was Jiang Xiao's handwritten letter.

Her name for him was also three words that were bright and calm, with name and surname.

"Meng Xiannian, Zhan Xin was good.

It took me a month to write to you. Sorry, I'm honest and I've forgotten it..."

Look, look, this tone and attitude, if it were written by someone else, how could it be such a rogue? Forgot?

Meng Xinian gritted his teeth.

Is his presence so low? Can he forget it after repeated instructions?

However, after watching, his anger disappeared because Jiang Xiao wrote about interesting stories about her and her uncle going up the mountain, including her crushing a partridge to death, and the fact that she was frightened by a mountain rat and sitting on the ground.

Between the lines, the fun jumped out, and she wrote like flowing clouds and water without any pause, making him look as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

The wild game on the mountain, the joy of harvest, and the delicious food were all as if she had written it to life.

The six-page letter paper made him enjoy the relish. When he saw the signature and date, he was still unsatisfied and wished he had ten pages left to read.

Meng Xinian then discovered another problem.

Can a sixth grade primary school student have such writing style?

There are many vivid words in the letter, why does he think it is not something that her age can use?

Meng Xinian looked at the letter and his eyes became deeper.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, Jiang Xiaoxiao, why do I think you are full of strangeness and suspicion?

Jiang Xiao would also think of this letter when she was free, but the letter had been sent. I guess Meng Xinian had already seen it, and it would be useless to think about it.

She simply ignored it and went to the town the next day, and rushed to him all the things she had made, and there was a second letter in it.

Because it was expedited, Meng Xinian received the package the next day.

This time, Xiao Qian, a communication soldier, once again saw the warm version of Meng Xinian.

Zhao Xin couldn't hide his curiosity and followed Meng Xinnian back to the dormitory and watched him unpack the package.

Meng Xinian is still living in a dormitory of four people, but at this time, the other three people in the dormitory were on duty.

"Captain, was it sent by my sister-in-law?"

"Yes." Meng Xinian's mouth raised, and she obviously looked in a very good mood.

He recognized the handwriting on the list, which was Jiang Xiao's handwriting.

This girl is still worthy of praise. Although she wrote a letter a month late, she sent two letters in a row, which was considered sincere. Moreover, this time she actually sent a package.

He was very curious about what it was.
Chapter completed!