Although the tone of the whole letter was not particularly excessive, there was a sense of intimacy between the lines, and it was indeed said everything.

Jiang Xiao looked at Fan Xian after taking a look, and Fan Xian signaled that she could finish reading all the letters.

Jiang Xiao was not in a hurry and showed all seventeen letters.

Because there is a date for sending the letter, and Fan Xian also arranged the dates. Looking down, even if their correspondence dates are getting longer and the letters are becoming more and more intimate.

Originally, it was called "一" and later it became "一", "小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小�

"My dearest Xiaoxian, there is nothing else to say about this letter. There is only one central idea, I miss you and want to see you."

"I have been sleeping soundly these days, and I have been getting up a few nights. When I get up, I look at the moonlight outside the window and I can't help but think of you, leisurely, even though I'm thousands of miles away, and I think that one day we can meet, hug each other, feel the warmth of each other, and feel that all the hard work is not worth mentioning. I don't know if you are sleeping soundly at this time, or if you dream of me, and I treat the moonlight as you, and I feel extremely close to you."

"I'm leisurely, training is very hard during the day. A friend mentioned his wife in the countryside. She was shy and happy. When he talked about his wife, I also thought of you. Isn't this a kind of happiness? When others reveal their sweetness, I also have some people to think about, some people to look forward to, and some people to send love."

"To my leisure time, I am going to go out for a mission. I don't know if I can return safely, but I will take good care of myself with the belief of hope to meet you."

Tsk tsk.

If Meng Xinian could write such a letter, even pigs could climb a tree.

After they got engaged, they became unmarried couples, and the letters written by Meng Xinian were not so sour.

When the two were together or when they were intimate, he could say anything, and sometimes he made her blush, but she would still restrain herself in the letter.

If someone else reads the letter, I am afraid that the impact will be bad or embarrass her.

This is not Meng Xinian's tone either.

Also, this handwriting is not Meng Xinian's handwriting.

Although this is also a beautiful word, and it is also a bit sharp, it can be seen that it was written by a man.

Jiang Xiao put down the letter and looked at Fan Xian.

"This is not my husband's handwriting."

Fan Xian was stunned.

Jiang Xiao felt very serious and sincere.

"Ms. Fan, you should have noticed that the signature of each letter Huaiyuan, not Meng Xinian." Jiang Xiao actually found it very strange, because the signature of the letter was Huaiyuan, so where was Meng Xinian's name? Why did Fan Xian determine it was Meng Xinian?

Fan Xian looked at Meng Xinian, "Isn't your handwriting Huaiyuan?"

"I have never taken the word "table"" Meng Xinian said.

Nian Cheng'er called him Nian Nian, but that was still a child.

Later, he kept using Daming, where did Huaiyuan come from?

Fan Xian's figure shook.

This is not right...

"Who told you that my words are Huaiyuan?" Meng Xinian glanced at the letter and asked in a deep voice: "Where is the address of your reply? Who is the recipient of the letter? All the other party received the reply?"

Fan Xian's face gradually became pale.

She took out a black and white photo from her pocket and handed it to Meng Xinian.

Meng Xinian took the photo.

Jiang Xiao also came over to take a look. The young man above him had a sword-haired eyebrows, deep eyes and thin lips, which was full of energy and unparalleled handsomeness.

Meng Xinian when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.

This is indeed a photo of Meng Xinian.

"Look at the back." Fan Xian said.

Meng Xinian flipped through the photo and wrote on his back: Huaiyuan, taken at Laohutong Photo Studio.
Chapter completed!