Following this sentence, a thin boy with glasses walked into the dormitory.
After the man entered the dormitory, he walked to a table and handed the letter in his hand to the person sitting at the table.
The person sitting at the table was not someone else, but Pei Huai.
Although Pei Huai was sitting at this time, it could still be seen that he was tall and had long legs.
He sat there with his back straight and there was no expression on his cold face. When he took the envelope, he just nodded slightly to the boy, "Thank you."
"Well, we have been in the same dormitory for a few years. There is no need to thank me."
The boy said, walked around the table and sat down opposite him.
The dormitory was not big. There were eight people living in a dormitory, but there were only four tables, so two people shared a table.
This boy's name was Zhang Yang. He and Pei Huai slept on the bunk bed. The two of them had been using the same table.
After three or four years, they got along well.
Because they got along well, Zhang Yang knew more or less about the conditions of Pei Huai's family.
At this time, Zhang Yang looked at the envelope in Pei Huai's hand. He wanted to say something but stopped.
However, Zhang Yang was a person who said what he wanted to say.
He endured and endured, but in the end, he couldn't hold back.
"Pei Huai, the one in your family didn't write anything to you during this time?"
Pei Huai, who was about to open the letter, paused for a moment after hearing this, but soon shook his head.
It had indeed been two months since Jiang Ran had written to him.
In the past, every time his family sent a letter, there would be a note written by Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran did not pay attention to the format when he wrote letters, and there was no fake politeness.
The purpose of writing was simple and clear, and the purpose was to ask for money.
Although Pei Huai pretended not to see it every time, Pei Huai felt a little strange when he didn't receive any notes from Jiang Ran asking for money.
Pei Huai lowered his eyes and looked at the envelope in his hand. He thought that perhaps this time, Jiang Ran would write it.
As for why he suddenly stopped writing previously, perhaps it was just a change of method to advance by taking a step back, to see if he would compromise.
Now that he knew that this trick was useless, Jiang Ran would definitely lose his temper.
Pei Huai thought to himself. His hands did not stop moving. He opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
There were two letters in the envelope. Pei Huai opened the letters unhurriedly.
However, when Pei Huai's gaze landed on the two letters and saw the handwriting on them, he was stunned.
Two letters, one was written by Pei Yang, and the other was written by Pei Shanshan.
Zhang Yang, who was sitting opposite, had been paying attention to Pei Huai's reaction. When he saw Pei Huai in a daze, he immediately asked, "Pei Huai, what's wrong?"
Was there something wrong with the content of the letter?
Or did the one in Pei Huai's family ask for money from Pei Huai again?
Hearing Zhang Yang's words, Pei Huai recovered and shook his head slowly. "It's nothing.