296: C296 The Stamps for Her

C296 The Stamps for Her

The uncle was a little embarrassed by Ouyang Qing'an's straightforward 'clarification'. He covered his face with the newspaper.

The surrounding people discussed animatedly, but no one spoke loudly.

But their gazes were different.

Xue Xue'er did not care that much. Her consciousness was still immersed in the thick stack of stamps in her hands.

Xue Xue'er was shocked!

Did Ouyang Qing'an know how many rooms he had given her?

Putting everything aside, just this first edition of the zodiac stamp monkey alone was worth nearly 1.5 million in 40 years.

And it was still growing.

Xue Xue'er did not even count how much it was given to her. In any case, it was quite a lot.

How could she bear to use it?

She hurriedly put this stack in her small bag and even fastened the button. If it fell, it would be a few houses that fell out.

"Mr Qing'an, let's go over there and write the letter first!" Xue Xue'er suggested.

"Okay."

After saying that, Xue Xue'er bought the envelope from the ticket seller and took two stamps that were worth 8 points.

The place where she sent the letters was close, so 8 points was enough.

She held the monkey stamps in her hand and trembled a little. Who would have thought that such a small stamp would be worth 50,000 to 60,000 yuan each in the post-modern era?

She had clearly only spent 80% of the money.

When she sat down and picked up the pen in her hand, Xue Xue'er finally calmed down a little.

However, the matter that caused her trouble came again, "How should I write..."

After living for so many years, she had only written small essays arranged by the teacher and had never written a letter at all.

In addition to living in that digitalized era, there was basically nothing that could be solved by using a phone to send a text or WeChat. There was no need to write a letter at all.

In addition, medical technology was developed after that.

Perhaps the letters had not even been sent out yet, but the other party had already recovered.

Ouyang Qing'an thought that it was because she did not know how to write, so he specially asked for free pen and paper from the side. It was the type that was used for drafts.

"Xue'er, what do you want to write? If you don't know how to write, you can read it out. I'll teach you."

Ever since Yang Songshu's matter solved the knot in his heart, Ouyang Qing'an was no longer that jealous.

Since his little friend was sick, he should write this letter.

Furthermore, it was going to be New Year soon, so writing a letter was reasonable.

Xue Xue'er raised her pen and felt a little helpless. If she knew how to write it, would she still be in a daze here?

"En... Let me think."

Xue Xue'er almost bit the tip of her pen. Her relationship with Yang Songshu did not have that much to say.0

"How about I help you think about it?"

Ouyang Qing'an seemed to see Xue Xue'er's helplessness and suggested.

At this moment, Xue Xue'er felt that Ouyang Qing'an must be the saviour. He must be here to save all lives, right?

But the first one was her. She first came to examine the goods for all living things.

"Then how should I write it?" Xue Xue'er supported her small face and looked at the person in front of her. He was really pretty. No matter how she looked at him, she would not feel bored.

He really had the face of a superstar. It would be a pity if he did not take the path of debut in the future.

"Okay, okay. But how should I write it, Mr Qing'an?" Xue Xue'er tilted her head. Her voice was filled with milk.

The surrounding people wanted to take a few more glances when they saw her. This girl was really too obedient.

They had never seen such a beautiful girl in a village. This girl must have come from the city, right? She looked like she was dressed like that.

This boy was the same. He looked noble.

Ouyang Qing'an thought about it carefully. "Let's first ask how his condition is."

Since he wanted to ask about the recent situation, he must start from the most important point.

This letter had a lot of content and no more than three letters, so he had to pick up the most important question.

"En!" Xue Xue'er quickly echoed, "Ask him if there is anything fun in the city. If there is, let him stay in the city and not think about coming back!"

Ouyang Qing'an picked up the pen and quickly wrote on the draft paper, "Okay, I will write first."

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