At that time, there was no telephone at home, let alone a mobile phone, and letters were the only way to communicate with the outside world.

The company announced a unified receiving address and could not wait to send out the first letters.

I wrote 5 letters to my family, my three aunts and my sister's family. Greetings were expressed to them, peace was reported, and the situation of the recruit company was informed.

The letter to the family specifically mentioned that two months' allowance had been paid, and the money would not be messed up if it was saved.

Then wait for a reply.

Letters are sent and picked up in a unified manner.

It seems that there is nothing else to look forward to but to reply.

There was no mine in the first batch of retrieved letters, the second batch still didn't, and the third batch still didn't.

Watching others excitedly open and read the family letters, I feel so lost.

During my lunch break, I was tired, but I didn't sleep.

I paced to the river, the water of the Yongjiang River was a little sharp at the bend, and the boat passed by, leaving some whirlpools. As if my mood had calmed down, I looked northeast.

"You should have received my letter!" I asked myself from the bottom of my heart.

"I'll get the letter tomorrow!" I consoled myself.

The next day, I received a reply from my sister-in-law's family, and the letter was from Yongwei's eldest cousin.

My eldest cousin served in the army for two years, but he was discharged from the army after three years of disarmament.

In his letter, he told me a lot about his experience in the second year of being a soldier.

"Respect the leadership, respect the veterans."

"Don't go against the squad leader."

He also mentioned that the army attaches great importance to small tasks and that it is necessary to be proactive in the area of internal health.

I memorized them all in my head. Everyone in the recruit company is very active, and the broom can't be grabbed.

After another day, I finally received a reply from home. Feeling so excited, I walked to the river and watched it over and over again.

The eldest brother didn't graduate from elementary school, and his writing was crooked, big and small, and there were many typos, but it looked very kind.

I know it's all good at home.

My family told me to pay attention to my body. When I was 16 years old, I had a serious illness and was taken to the commune hospital and fell into a coma. There was no time to call an ambulance, so I was rescued on the spot. I stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and then I often felt dizzy. This illness had a great impact on my high school studies.

Later, I learned that my eldest brother read the letter to his parents, and cried while reading the letter.

I was 7 years younger than him, and he took me to Ningbo and Daishan. He picked duck eggs in the middle of the night and walked 40 miles of mountain roads to sell them in Dinghai vegetable market, and I gave him a flashlight to light the road as a companion.

He never let me do heavy work.

On the second day of my enlistment, when I left Dinghai to take the 815th round, he couldn't hold back his tears and turned his head away, crying all the way back home.

I was in a hurry to write home again.