There was no letter sent that summer vacation.

when I was in primary school in the year of Hong Kong's return to the motherland, I was just old enough to reach the window of the post office. During a boring summer vacation, I suddenly wanted to send a letter to my aunt in Hong Kong.

what does a letter need? As pupils know, stationery, envelopes, and stamps.

I wrote three full pages and used up every Chinese character I knew. Then he asked his mother for her aunt's address, then ran to the dark post office and said to the aunt there, please give me an envelope.

Auntie is not fierce. She says you have to write a zip code. But I didn't know what a zip code was, so I had to turn around and go home. At that time, I was off work, and the adults gushing out of the factory wriggled wearily in the same direction, and the noisy radio played the Liuyang River, which I had been listening to for many years. I mingled with the crowd and no one found me with an unmailed letter in my hand.

I guess this didn't hurt me, because I didn't know where to learn that the postcode could be found at the post office. So the second time I came to the post office, I was still looking for the aunt and said, "Please check the postcode of Hong Kong for me, will you?"

at that time, the post office was as free as it is now, and the aunt never knew which corner moved out a giant postcode book, which was covered with yellowed oil stains. I turned to the Hong Kong column and found To Kwa Wan in Kowloon, but I couldn't find the address my mother said, so I chose an address that looked very similar and filled the postcode of the blind cat and the dead mouse on the envelope.

then I asked my aunt how much a stamp would cost to send to Hong Kong. As soon as the aunt froze, she turned around and asked the other aunts. So all the ladies in the post office had a heated discussion about how much it would cost to send it to Hong Kong, and I stood at the counter and looked up at them, waiting for a reply ten times more patiently than now.

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at that time, summer in the south was not as hot as it is now, and the creaking old electric fan blew out the wind slowly through the narrow gap under the post office window, making me smell like a strange city.

the result of later discussion is that you should stick it to eighty cents.

of course, now I know that eighty cents are not enough. But at that time, I felt that eighty cents were not a small sum, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. About a few months later, or just a month or even a few weeks, I can't remember clearly. The memory of the child is always very slow. In short, I received the rejection letter, which was stamped with a postmark, and the postage was insufficient.

my ambition to send a letter to my aunt was aborted at this point, probably because the principle of doing things when I was a child was nothing but two, for fear that I would be laughed at if I went too far. The returned envelope is either torn or burned, and it will not be left as a laughingstock, even when you grow up.

the trace of the passage of time is not always the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes and the gradual growth of Hua Fu. In the twinkling of an eye, it may be a decade. Suddenly looking back, one day I suddenly realized that there was more than one letter that had not been sent when I was young.

many people have appeared in life, but I have walked all the way and lost it all the way. Up to now, there are only a handful of people who can afford the word "friend". When I reread a letter from high school one day, at that unscrupulous age, someone wrote a birthday greeting to me in shallow English: "I like you so much." However, at that time, I did not understand that such a mind was called sincerity. I thought she was just being quick for a moment and trying to create an atmosphere.

A lot of people tell me their feelings in various ways.

some people write on the back of the postcard. You don't know how much I like you.

some people secretly doodle on my notebook and draw my round face. An arrow next to it says, "you are a lovely girl."

some people go to great pains to embellish the blanks of letters. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you every day, filled with a whole piece of letterhead.

I've always thought, write back tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. However, I never started to write, and those letters that were only written in my heart were not sent out after all.

No one told me that the younger the love is, the more precious it is. It was I who taught myself the things that can't make me live a good life.

those people separated from me very naturally. Most of them haven't even seen each other since they parted. On the other hand, I once had an aunt who was full of enthusiasm and wanted to write a letter. She had been married in Hong Kong for decades and had a weaker and weaker relationship with our relatives on the mainland. The last time I saw her talking in the WeChat group, I was reprimanding some younger generation for the old debts owed.

my aunt went back to her hometown a few years ago.

when I saw her, she was still naive in 1997 and was generally unreasonably excited when she just learned of Hong Kong's return to the motherland. But she looked at me as if she were looking at a grown tree, some surprised and some impressed, but she patted, caressed, and left.

No one told her that there was a child, because she had been in love with a strange city since she was a child, and wanted to see if the sweet potatoes planted in Guawan looked the same as the sweet potatoes I ate, or if there were any warm-blooded legends in Kowloon. I didn't tell her, and neither did my mother.

in retrospect, I don't know why I was so interested in an aunt I seldom saw at that time, but now I dare not take a step beyond it.

I don't understand why the post office aunt doesn't know how much postage it takes to send a letter to Hong Kong. If she is reliable enough, maybe I can get a reply. It should be one of my collections, a treasure to be pressed at the bottom of the box with the primary school records.

it took me many years to know that I didn't need a zip code to send it to Hong Kong.

I think that if there was such a person at that time, he would teach me some superficial knowledge of life. What a wonderful thing it is to teach me to put on a full-value stamp, to write the pinyin on the address into Chinese characters, to share my life, and to learn to wait.

however, I now know that such a person may never appear in a lifetime.

if the letter is not mailed, it will not be mailed, and if a friend does not say goodbye, there will be no goodbye.

anyway, life is full of these two words: forget it.

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