I had severe insomnia last night and remembered my grandfather's story.
That year, the whole family was welcoming the New Year, and suddenly the postman delivered a registered letter, specifying that it needed to be opened by grandpa.
This is a letter from afar.
He is an old friend of my grandfather, but I have not contacted him for decades. The letter was sent by an old friend based on his impression of our home address in his memory.
A simple letter truly connects two families who may no longer be in contact.
Reunion of old friends, and the possibility of seeing each other again at my grandfather's age is such a happy thing.
Grandpa excitedly dialed the number mentioned in the letter. When the phone was picked up, I could see tears in Grandpa's eyes. This is true friendship! They spoke in dialect and talked a lot. They both had a happy family. The old friends had a son and a daughter. The daughter married in Hong Kong and the son also had his own career.
But in my old friend's heart, I have always had the idea of returning to my roots after falling leaves, but it was like a flower in the mirror.
In the turbulent era, I was forced to leave my hometown. After a few decades, I just wanted to listen to the voice of my hometown. That was also happy.
So I wanted to create more happiness between the two families in my story, which can be regarded as a continuation of the stories of the older generation.