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Chapter 2171 The Chairman¡¯s Self-Reflection

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    "Ms. Matsubara Yuko, you are here again."

    The person speaking was Uesugi Haruma, a post office courier. She was in her early twenties and a Japanese immigrant who came here with her parents three years ago.

    When Mr. Nanzhu saw Uesugi Qingya, he smiled lightly and said, "Come here to send a letter."

    After saying that, she stretched out her white jade-like fingers and placed an exquisitely wrapped letter on the counter.

    Looking at the letter, Uesugi Haruga said with some embarrassment: "Miss Yuko, you are really making things difficult for me.

    Our postman really can¡¯t deliver it to the address you sent it to.  "

    Hearing this, the light in Nanzhujun's clear eyes dimmed, but he squeezed out a smile and said: "Noit doesn't matter, I can wait.

    What if what if these letters are actually sent?  "

    Seeing the sadness flashing in her eyes, Uesugi Qingya couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

    Ms. Yuko Matsubara is such a beautiful girl, even a woman can¡¯t help but feel pity for her when she looks at her.

    Seeing the sadness flashing through her eyes, Uesugi Haruga's heart tightened.

    She changed her words and said: "I'd better give it another try."

    As she said this, her eyes fell on the address bar of the letter.

    It says "Xitong Hotel, Lingqiu County, Shanxi."

    That is the hotel in Lingqiu County, the hotel where Xia Yang often lives.

    Matsubara Yuko had previously sent these letters to the hotel lobby for storage.

    If Xia Yang goes, these letters will be taken away.

    This is the only way she can think of to get in touch with Xia Yang.

    She missed Xia Yang very much, and after leaving Lingqiu County and coming to this cold city, she missed him even more.

    Looking at the address, Uesugi Haruga asked gossiping: "Sister Yuko, let me ask you, are these letters sent to your lover?"

    "Yes, how do you know?"

    Mr. Nanzhu asked somewhat unexpectedly.

    Seeing her cute look on her face, Uesugi Haruga couldn't help laughing.

    She pointed at the letter and said: "This letter is so exquisitely made, it even has illustrations drawn by myself.

    If it¡¯s not a letter sent to your lover, who else could it be addressed to?  "

    Mr. Nanzhu bit his lip lightly and said shyly: "Yes, I met him there.

    It was only later that we had to separate because of the war.  I miss him very much, so I often write letters and send them to that address.

    Do you think he would be very touched if he received these letters?  "

    ¡°Wow, it¡¯s so romantic. If I were him, I would definitely be very moved.

    Having said that, who can not be moved by being written by such a beautiful and gentle person like Yuko sister?  "

    Uesugi Qingya said, her dark eyes already showing envy.

    In her mind, even in this moment, she imagined a touching love story.

    Speaking of this, Uesugi Qingya seemed to have thought of something, and then asked: "By the way, Shanxi Lingqiu, is he a soldier? Did he fight there?"

    This question made Nanzhu Jun slightly stunned, then he nodded and said: "Yes, he is a soldier and has fought in Shanxi."

    Hearing this, the love story in Uesugi Qingya's mind added many details.

    The soldiers of the empire went out to fight and died on the battlefield.

    The woman who was waiting for her lover to return in the city was in vain. She could only follow the retreating army and leave the small town where she once met and fell in love.

    In order to contact her missing lover, a woman thousands of miles away will still write letters to her lover regularly.

    Even these letters will never reach the recipients.

    ¡°That¡¯s such a shame.¡±

    Uesugi Haruga said with great regret, and then showed an encouraging smile, "However, these letters will definitely be delivered to him."

    Mr. Nanzhu also nodded to her and said, "I believe it too, thank you."

    After saying that, she paid the postage as usual, then turned and walked out the door.

    Wrapped in a tight coat, her lonely figure gradually disappeared on the street where the fallen leaves were blown away by the autumn wind.

    Looking at the letter, Uesugi Qingya put it into a square box.

    In that square box, many letters have accumulated.

    Among them, ?Most of them were sent by Mr. Nanzhu.

    These letters all have one thing in common, that is, they are sent to places within the customs that cannot be delivered.

    Most of them were sent by Chinese people to their relatives in the customs, and the rest were sent by Nanzhu Jun.

    She pondered slightly, singled out Mr. Nanzhu¡¯s letter, and put it in her bag.

    Uesugi Qingya knows some friends in China, maybe they can help.

    Thinking like this, Uesugi Qingya had a rough idea.

    After returning to his residence, Mr. Nanzhu began to pick up needle and thread to knit a new scarf for Xia Yang.

    This is a habit she has developed. Every year when winter is approaching, she will knit a new scarf for Xia Yang.

    For her, this is some kind of sustenance.

    Now, there are several scarves in her wardrobe.

    At this time, there was a knock on the door.

    Nan Zhujun knew that her sister Matsubara Masako was back.

    When she opened the door, she saw Masako Matsubara, who was dressed in military uniform and had cold eyes.

    "Sister, you are back."

    Mr. Nanzhu bowed slightly.

    Seeing her sister, a hint of warmth flashed through Matsubara Masako's cold eyes.

    She tilted her head, looked at her sister and said, "Yuko, speaking of which, you are not young anymore.

    Is it time to get married?

    Tonight, there was a dance, attended by many children of government officials and many young imperial officers.

    Maybe you can find your ideal husband among these people.  "

    Hearing these words, Mr. Nanzhu shook his head and refused: "No, I don't want to go there."

    "What? Don't you look down on those people? There are many outstanding children from aristocratic families."

    As Matsubara Masako spoke, he took off his military cap and uniform and put on his daily clothes.

    Mr. Nanzhu came to the stove, added two pieces of coal to it, and said reluctantly: "No matter how good they are, I don't like them. If I don't like them, I just don't like them. Regardless of whether they are descendants of aristocratic families or not, I don't like them."

    But Matsubara Masako smiled and said: "Okay, my sister, I think you stay at home on weekdays and don't do anything. It's not a big deal.

    You used to like Chinese opera very much, but now my sister rarely hears you sing.

    I think if you sing a song at the dance this time, you will definitely capture many young talents.  "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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