In the early morning, thick fog lingered in the valley. The small town located in the valley also seemed particularly quiet. There were only a few birds that got up early to catch food and landed on the green treetops, chirping endlessly.
"Dingling~"
In the heavy fog, a yawning postman on a bicycle rang his bicycle bell boredly, just to refresh himself. But it doesn't seem to have much effect. After a big yawn, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes with his index finger, and the white and sticky eye mucus was stuck to his hands. He wiped it on his front and continued to walk forward with a gloomy expression.
Although the fog is thick. But a few older people got up early. On both sides of the road, the yards of houses were busy with their own business.
An old woman wearing gardening clothes and with long hair stopped building shrubs, looked at the postman, and jokingly said with a smile: "Rob, is there another letter from our town today?"
The postman named Rob nodded angrily: "Here we go again. I didn't expect that I just came here the day before yesterday and I have to come here very early today. Your town is really too remote..."
He was not talking nonsense. If there were no letters from this town in the previous day's count, he would be able to deliver all the letters within his jurisdiction without getting up early the next day. But if there is a letter from this town, then even if he gets up early like today, he will probably have to rush to the late market and get dark before he can finish delivering the letter.
The old woman was not angry about her complaints and dislike of Rob. The other party was telling the truth, and the people in this town did not have a high sense of honor to prevent others from speaking ill of their own town.
"Stop complaining. Your dad never complains when he delivers letters to us. You just cover for your dad for a few days. Sometimes, your dad has to run to our town three or four times in a row."
Both Rob and his father came from this small town. Rob's grandparents originally lived here, but they passed away a few years ago. But even so, because of his father's status as a postman, he still often interacts with people in the town in front of him.
The old woman in front of him was familiar with their family. She took good care of Rob when he was young.
Thinking of this, Rob shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll go back to Paris in a few days anyway. I'll leave when my dad feels better. After all, we can't just leave the coffee shop to Celie alone."
Thinking of his wife, Rob couldn't help showing a happy smile, but the silly look only lasted a moment. After noticing the old woman's joking eyes, he shook his head helplessly and said: "This letter is for Charlie Rose’s…”
"Mrs. Rhea, who is Charlie Rose? New here? Where is your home?"
Rob asked questions like a barrage. At first he didn't want to get involved, but in the end he was just sending a letter. It wasn't worth asking so many questions.
"Old Ross... I haven't seen him for a long time."
There was a look of reminiscence on Mrs. Rhea's face, and she seemed to miss old Ross a little.
….
However, Rob did not pay attention to Mrs. Rhea, but when he heard the words "I haven't seen her for a long time, it didn't look good."
"He doesn't live here anymore?"
When he said these words, he was obviously quite embarrassed.
After all, if the other party no longer lives here. Then you have to find a new address and send the letter again, or return the letter to its original location. It actually doesn't matter, but these can only mean one thing.
"I didn't get up so early for nothing~"
Letting out a wail-like sigh, Rob prepared to walk back with a bitter look on his face.
Of course he didn't like running around in vain and wasting time, but he couldn't let this letter just find the recipient and lie in an invalid mailbox.
This is also contrary to his father's teachings. Although his father is just an ordinary postman, he probably regards his job as a postman as his honor.
He would never allow anyone to take his job as an honor lightly.
It’s not like other people, his father can’t control what others say. But he...his father really dared to teach him a lesson.
According to what his father always did...
"Mrs. Rhea, you should have the address of Charlie Rose. If you have it, give it to me and I will send it directly to him."
As he said that, he took out a pen and paper from the pocket of his postman uniform, and prepared to record it and then send the letter separately.
This is his father's way of doing things. There were even many times when his father received thanks from both the sender and the recipient.
Ever since, this behavior has become his habit. When I open my own store, I also make it easy for others and help others with small things. Business is getting better and better because of this behavior. So it has become more and more instinctive to do things.
But this time, he didn't have to be like this.
"You kid, you are still so impatient. Please listen to me first."
Mrs. Rhea glanced at Rob angrily, and then said: "Although old Ross has been gone for a while, he told me before he left that if someone sent him a letter, just put it in his mailbox. He It’s not that I won’t come back, I’m just going out to have fun.”
In fact, this statement does not stand up to scrutiny. After all, no matter what, when people send him letters, they have something to ask him. Who knows when he will come back?
However, although we can barely be regarded as friends, we don't have a closer relationship, so naturally we can't care about such private matters. So I just went with him.
When Rob heard this, he put away the pen and paper in his hand and said angrily: "You didn't say this earlier! Tell me the location of his home quickly so that I can finish the delivery quickly. There are still a lot of letters and packages to be delivered!"
Seeing his anxious look, Mrs. Rhea smiled and did not make things difficult for him. After all, he is the child he has watched grow up.
After getting the location, Rob hurried over there. After chatting with Mrs. Rhea and experiencing this surprise, his sleepiness basically dissipated. So his movements became more and more clever.
As an unprofessional postman, he could naturally find a house by following the address. It's just that it's not as easy as asking a few words now.
….
The reason why his father was willing to leave this job to him was because most people in the jurisdiction knew him. Even if you don't know the address, you will know it just by asking.
The road is all in your mouth. This is the truth his father gave him.
He casually took the letter out of his bag and took another look at the words on it that seemed pleasing to the eye at first glance, as well as the envelope made of quite good material. As well as the rather old-fashioned fire-lacquer seal and a somewhat weird coat of arms at the back.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the not-so-simple stamp affixed to the envelope.
"This kind of stamp is actually affixed as a stamp..."
Rob didn't know what to say. If he said he felt it was a pity, that would definitely be a lie. But to say there is any greed is nonsense.
After putting the letter in the mailbox, Rob turned around and left.
"Should I buy the old man a car...or if it doesn't work out, I'll have to buy a motorcycle..."
His father must be used to delivering letters by bicycle, but he can't. His father's health is declining, but he never delays delivering letters, so he will definitely have to work more days until his father really surrenders. When you are old or can no longer see it.
With various thoughts in mind, Rob walked out of this quiet and somewhat lonely town. He didn't know that the letter he put in the mailbox disappeared the moment the mailbox was closed.
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The sun was scorching hot and the sea water was cool, but my feet felt a bit hot on the beach.
Fortunately, people on the beach also wore cool clothes, and most of them were soaking in the water. Those on the shore were just to enjoy the sun.
Girls in bikinis playing volleyball on the beach, except for one ball flying on both sides of the net
Flying back and forth, the remaining balls were shaking dizzyingly.
What's more, one of the four girls playing volleyball seemed to still feel hot, so her upper body felt nothing at all.
On the other side of the four of them, an old man wearing floral beach shorts was sitting on a lounge chair under an umbrella, holding a glass of ice-cold cocktail in his hand, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Although the old man has white hair, it is not dry but full of luster. Although there are many wrinkles on the face, it does not affect the extremely handsome face. Instead, it makes people look like it contains the gift of experience from the years.
Not to mention the body, it is not a big muscle, but it is still very strong and looks like a young man.
Wearing a pair of sunglasses and a beard that looks messy but is actually carefully groomed, the old man is extremely charming despite his age.
Even the four girls who were playing volleyball noticed the old man. Although they could not see where the old man came from, his appearance and temperament were not bad, and he felt that he was not an ordinary old man.
So he showed off his figure in front of the old man from time to time, but he didn't do much more.
After all, he is also an old man.
"Sure enough... the world here is more fun!"
The old man said with emotion with a cynical smile on his face.
But the next moment, he frowned, reached under the chair and pretended to touch it, and took out an envelope. It was the letter Luke sent.
….
The cynicism on the old man's face changed the moment he saw this letter, becoming a little more yearning and a little more kind.
Opening the envelope, he read Luke's letter.
When he saw the interesting things Luke mentioned, the expression on his face was quite happy. When he saw Luke fighting with Voldemort, his expression was certain and he seemed a little worried. When he saw the last request written by Luke, the expression on his face finally changed to a state of thinking. Obviously weighing the pros and cons.
After a long time, the old man shook his head silently and stood up from the recliner. He snapped his fingers and the recliner, parasol, and small table in front of him instantly retracted into a box.
The old man picked up the box and walked casually away from the beach.
The four girls over there were still playing volleyball and seemed not to notice the old man leaving at all.
Not only them, but those who passed by the old man did not notice this strange old man carrying a suitcase and wearing beach pants at all.
The old man just returned to the hotel he had booked long ago. After teasing with the beautiful hotel receptionist for a while, he took the elevator and returned to his suite.
The receptionist was willing to communicate with this old man, and even laugh with him. In addition to the fact that the old man was funny and handsome, it was also because he had booked the best suite in his hotel for more than two months.
This is a lot of money, and for insurance purposes, they also checked the old man's card, and it was true that he had the ability to pay. Even when they asked to check their card, the old man offered to pay first before staying. He had no intention of showing off to them or being dissatisfied with their behavior.
They all saw the old man's generosity. It's a pity that they only knew that the old man's name was Charlie Rose, and they didn't know any other information. And when they really wanted to take the initiative to post it, the old man had no intention of accepting it.
Charlie opened the door, dragged a chair to the table, sat down, and started writing a letter.
He took a pen and wrote a lot on the letter paper, but after he stopped writing, he was silent for a long time and shook his head.
Picking up the piece of letter paper and shaking it slightly, the paper turned into ashes. Then, he took out another piece of letter paper again.
"Go contact Luke, or meet him if you want."
After finishing writing, I took a look at it and sighed helplessly. I really don’t know why. A good child has been alone for so many years. If I had known this, I might as well have taken it with me and raised it myself
Still sitting.
But from the current situation, it seems that although the little guy lost his parents and his mother, he is still growing very well. And he does have a close relationship with himself. Even if they haven't seen each other for many years.
"After all, he is his only relative."
The old man sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
It's not like he didn't want to treat Luke well, but he really couldn't do anything to violate the instructions given back then. After all, the so-called 'instructions' can be regarded as 'warnings'.
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If it weren't for knowing that some things might actually be amazing. After all, living in the wizarding world, such strange things are rare, but not impossible.
He put the one-sentence letter into a casually transformed envelope, and stamped his seal on the wax.
It was a rose in full bloom. The rose pattern imprinted on the red fire paint made the rose lifelike.
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