Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

Rongcheng, New World Garden.

Chu Siyi had just come back from school by bus. When he passed by the security room, he asked, "Uncle Zhang, is there any letter from my Xiaowu today?"

"Yes, it was delivered this morning. It was sent from Sanshi Village."

"Oh, well, give it to me, and I'll help him get it up there."

"Okay, I'll give it to you right away." We are all family anyway, so it doesn't matter who takes it.

Chu Siyi looked at the yellow envelope in his hand. Hehe, he now has the leverage over Xiaowu in his hand, right? He told him not to give his uncle any slack when they played basketball last time. This time, he will not hand over the letter easily.

During the summer vacation, Xiaowu went back to his hometown with his father to worship his grandfather. It happened to be a flood. The situation was urgent at that time. Xiaowu was washed away by the flood. Fortunately, he was lucky and was rescued by the PLA comrades. He was placed on a high slope with other disaster victims. Someone recognized the relief supplies as rice cakes from his hometown Longchuan County. He was full of emotion and boasted to them that there was a prodigy girl in his hometown who was extremely strong and skipped grades to the fourth grade at a young age. He heard that she donated 1,000 yuan two days ago. Unexpectedly, he also got help from his fellow villagers. Other disaster victims quickly teased that person to go back and thank his fellow villagers during the New Year. Xiaowu also took it to heart and wrote a letter to thank them. Unexpectedly, the conversation got out of hand and the two chatted enthusiastically.

To be honest, he was very curious about the thin piece of letter inside. What did the two of them talk about? Wen Xiaowu also sent a bunch of local specialties and toys. It was the first time he saw him being so nice to a stranger.

Xiaowu heard that his pen pal was only eight years old, still a primary school student. He could actually chat so "enthusiastically" with Xiaowu, who was six years older than her. Xiaowu must have been deceived. How could a primary school student solve the physics problems of the eighth grade of junior high school? These letters might have been written by the primary school student's family.

To demolish? Not to demolish?

Ah! I really want to open the letter!

But Xiaowu is so cruel, his life is more important.

Class 1, Grade , Rongcheng Middle School.

The head teacher was explaining boring math problems on the stage, and the students below were absent-minded. They looked at the clock above the blackboard from time to time, silently calculating how many minutes were left until the National Day holiday.

In the last row of the fourth group, a handsome young man didn't even raise his head. His slender white fingers flexibly turned the pen and his right hand "brushed" something on the letter paper. As the number of words increased, his eyebrows and eyes gradually softened.

Li Hua, who was gossiping nearby, glanced at the scene casually and said to his deskmate in horror, "Do you believe this? I suspect that Brother Heng is in a premature relationship! He must have written to his girlfriend again!"

"Brother Heng won't fall in love too early. He's not interested in girls. I've never seen him talk to any girl."

Li Hua continued to argue: "But he smiled very..."

"What?" A clear voice sounded from beside Li Hua.

"Very wei...Brother Heng? Ah!"

"Li Hua! Stand up right there! You're talking in class again! Next week I'll move you to sit next to the podium and see if you can keep your mouth shut!"

"No, Lao Wang, I'm allergic to dust."

"I think you're allergic to classes!"

The students roared with laughter.

Wen Chuheng also smiled, like the warm sun in winter. The upward curve of his mouth made some girls in the class feel excited. They felt really lucky to see the rare smile of the school hunk.

Wen Chuheng returned to the gate of the community, and Lao Zhang saw him. "Xiao Wu, come and look for the letter. Your uncle took your letter back."

Hearing this, Wen Chuheng's breath turned cold, and he thought of dozens of ways to torture Chu Siyi.

"Uncle Zhang, from now on I will pick up my letters by myself. Don't give them to anyone else."

"Okay, I remember it."

When Wen Chuheng returned home, Chu Siyi was sitting on the sofa watching a DVD. "Xiaowu, you're back? Let's watch The Monkey King together. The Queen of Monsters is so beautiful."

"Chu Siyi, give the letter back to me." Wen Chuheng looked at him steadily, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.

It’s over, my uncle stopped calling me.

Chu Siyi still wanted to quibble, but when he raised his eyes and met Wen Chuheng's dark pupils, his heart almost stopped beating. Wow, Xiaowu's eyes were so scary, as if they were frozen. He was so scared.

"Well, I almost forgot, what Lao Zhang asked me to bring you, I'll give it to you now."

When Wen Chuheng received Hua Ke's reply and saw the familiar handwriting, his restless heart calmed down and he couldn't wait to go back to his room to read the letter.

Watching his nephew return to the room indifferently, Chu Siyi made a face behind his back. Tsk, what's the big deal? It's just a pen pal. He went to write letters to that kid and secretly snatched Xiaowu's pen pal away.

……

So, at the end of October, Hua Ke received two letters from Rongcheng.

After reading Chu Siyi's letter, Hua Ke found out that the "young lady" who had been corresponding with her for two months was actually a young man who was said to be extremely handsome and had an extremely cocky personality.

However, Chu Siyi did not reveal Wen Xiaowu's real name. In the letter, he talked about many things about how he was bullied by his nephew, which was quite funny.

"Sister, there are strangers in the village again. What are they here for? Why did Fifth Grandma say to run away?"

"Oh, those are people from the Family Planning Office who came to check. Our country is now strictly controlling the importation of children. You cannot have more than one child. If you are caught, you will be fined. So those who are planning to have children have to hide."

Hua Qi's eyes widened. "There are so many extra births here! Many of my classmates have brothers and sisters. We also have extra births. Hua Lin is one of the extra births."

"Ah."

Hua Qi patted her chest and said, "Sister, I won't have any more children in the future. I don't want to be fined."

"Haha, silly girl, you're just a little kid and you're thinking of this now. Who taught you? Do you know how to give birth to a baby?" Hua Ke asked casually.

Hua Qi answered her cutely, "I know. Zhang Xiaomin told me that her brother was born from her mother's butt. She saw it with her own eyes. She also saw her mother poop when she gave birth to her brother. Her brother was as ugly as a little mouse when he was born, but he looks a little better now."

Emmmm, forget it. There’s no point in discussing this with Hua Qi now. She doesn’t understand anything.

But children have very loose mouths and tell everything. They must have told all the family secrets, right?

Hua Ke silently changed the subject, "That Xiaowu brother asked you what gift you wanted for the New Year."

"Brother?" Hua Qi's attention was diverted. "Sister, isn't Xiaowu my sister?"

"No, Xiaowu is his nickname. He is the fifth child in the family and is in the second grade of junior high school."

"Brother Xiaowu, are you going to buy me a gift?"

"Well, we can send him something then."

What should I send? Wen Xiaowu was quite generous to them. The specialties he sent last time were quite expensive, and she couldn't give him things of poor quality.

In the last world, Wang Juan’s mother followed the trend and learned to exchange specialties with netizens. She sent a bunch of good things, but what she got in return was a box of potatoes. She was so angry that she never exchanged specialties online again.

From this we can see that Wen Xiaowu trusts her very much, and she cannot let him down.