Dressed up as a Real Mom [MTL]

031-032

Chapter 031: Popular

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

He got married early this year, in his early thirties this year, his eldest son is already twelve years old, he has studied in elementary school for several years, and he knows a lot of characters and can ghostwrite his mother. Lin Yuefei and his wife have a good relationship. They are young couples and 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.

For these reasons, basically, 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 daughter-in-law 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 a letter two or three months old. Like everyone else in the army, it was not prominent at all and had no sense of existence. But after returning home this year, I don't know what's wrong. I 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 as Lin on the throne. Yue Fei.

When it was even more dangerous, Old Wei now 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.

He felt for the first time that he had experienced the sorrowful mood when other comrades in arms watched him receive letters.

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

"Old Wei, what did the younger brother and sister send you? Such a big bag, I hold it quite weighty."

Wei Jianwei did not answer. Although it was not the two letters 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 the 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 letter paper.

Unexpectedly, there would be 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 head, held his mother with one hand, and smiled blindly at the camera. He Xiaoyun stood behind him and also looked at the camera, with curled eyebrows and a small smile on her mouth.

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

"Yeah, aren't these younger siblings and eldest nephews? It's strange to take pictures of your family members."

In fact, in Lin Yuefei's opinion, it is not enough to describe it as good-looking. Old Wei's daughter-in-law is simply more beautiful than the lesbians of the art troupe who came to perform before. However, in order to avoid the upper body of the old Wei jealous, he swallowed all the compliments. Back in the stomach.