Dressed up as a Real Mom

Chapter 31: Popular

For those who serve as soldiers in the army, because they can't go home all year round, the longing for their family accumulates, and the letters sent from home often become their only consolation.

Every time someone receives a letter, they become the envy of others. In the past, Lin Yuefei was the one who walked with the wind. (envied by others.)

His eldest son is already twelve years old and has studied in elementary school for several years, as he knows a lot of characters, he ghostwrites for his mother. Lin Yuefei and his wife have a good relationship. They are young couples who support each other. For more than ten years, if it were not for the elderly in the family to take care of, his family members would have joined the army a long time ago.

Lin Yuefei's letter from his home is one letter a month. For this reason, he often wailed in front of others, boasting every day how much his wife missed him and couldn't do without him.

But recently, he felt that his superiority was threatened. The problem lies with Old Wei.

In the past, Old Wei only had one letter for two or three months. Like everyone else in the army, it was not prominent at all and had no sense of existence. But after returning home this year, he doesn't know what's wrong. Old Wei started writing letters within two days of returning to the army, and then received letters, then wrote letters, and received letters again. The frequency was as high and even surpass that of Lin Yuefei!

What was even more dangerous is, Old Wei not only receives letters, he also receives packages!

Lin Yuefei was holding the mail that he had just received from Mengang in his hand. The flat and thin letter on his left hand was his, and the bulging package on his right hand was Wei Jianwei.

Comparing the two sides, the gap is obvious.

Lin Yuefei felt for the first time that he had experienced the sorrowful mood of his other comrades-in-arms while they watched him receive letters.

When Wei Jianwei was unpacking, Lin Yuefei was in his office, dauntingly not leaving.

"Old Wei, what did your younger brother and sister send you? Such a big bag, when I held it, it's quite weighty."

Wei Jianwei did not answer. Although it wasn't the two letters he expected, the package was enough to make up for the regret. He unhurriedly opened it, and he was obviously happy.

The first thing that caught his eye was a greased paper bag with a letter underneath. He put the paper bag aside, opened the letter, and a photo slid out along with the paper.

Unexpectedly, there was a photo, Wei Jianwei paused before picking it up.

It was a group photo of the mother and son. The child had to stand on the bench because of his short height, he held his mother with one hand and smiled brightly at the camera. He Xiaoyun stood behind him and also looked at the camera, with curled eyes and a small smile on her mouth.

"Let me take a look!" Lin Yuefei suddenly took the photo away.

"Oh, aren't these your wife and son?"

In fact, in Lin Yuefei's opinion, it's not enough to describe the people in the photo as good-looking. Old Wei's wife is simply more beautiful than the ladies of the art troupe who came to perform before. However, to avoid old Wei's jealousy, he swallowed all his compliments back in his stomach.

Lin Yuefei took the photo and walked out, "I will show it to Lao Wang."

How could Wei Jianwei let him do it? With a few steps to catch up, he caught Lin Yuefei at the door and took the photo back.