The story of Fujian postman

At the gate of our community, there are a long row of mailboxes hanging, but few postmen deliver letters and newspapers. It is rare to see one, but he also came in a hurry and left in a hurry. One day, I saw a young man with a letter in his hand, and he silently checked the box number and distributed it neatly. In less than a minute, the delivery was completed. When I got on my bike, I suddenly disappeared.

Before the 1980s, mailboxes were rarely set up in front of their own houses. The means of communication are far less than today, and the speed is faster than today. Books, newspapers and magazines ordered by everyone are delivered through the post office, and the contact between distant relatives and friends is also inseparable from the post office and the postman.

At that time, Master Lao Yang, who delivered letters and newspapers to our alley, was going to retire. In those days, he came to deliver newspapers, always followed by a young girl. The good woman on the first floor teased him: "Master Yang, did you bring your apprentice?" Master Yang smiled and said loudly, "Good woman, I'm retiring. In the future, Xiao Wang will send newspapers and letters from this alley. " The girl who followed Master Yang smiled and said nothing. He has a pair of glasses on his face and his hair is yellowish and curly. The postman's green uniform is a little too fat. Like Master Yang, riding a bicycle painted with green paint is a bit big for her to ride.

In a few days, Master Xiao Wang became familiar with the business. There is a mail bag hanging on one side of the bike, and the basket in front is also full of newspapers and magazines. He rides a bike very fast with a mail bag on his back. As soon as we got to our yard, one foot stepped on the steps, just enough to stop the bike. When we take out a bundle of letters from the parcel and turn it over, the crisp voice will ring: "second floor, newspaper." By 12, I got the letter. " Every morning, sometimes in the afternoon. Our family subscribes to a newspaper and a magazine, and we have to deal with Master Xiao Wang every day. My wife lives on the first floor, but she is a warm-hearted person. Sometimes when we are not at home, my wife will help us collect newspapers and letters, and then go to her house to get them when we come back. In the long run, I became acquainted with Master Xiao Wang. Sometimes Master Xiao Wang will safely give me the newspaper in our corridor, or the good woman on the first floor. Sometimes other postmen come to deliver newspapers, and we ask, "Why didn't Xiao Wang come today?" "Xiao Wang is off today." Oh, we often forget that Master Xiao Wang also needs a rest.

In this way, Master Xiao Wang sent us newspapers and letters for many years in this alley. In summer, the burning sun will make Master Xiao Wang's arm red, and sweat often soaks his clothes. When a good woman sees this, she often calls Master Xiao Wang to her kitchen, wipes her face and drinks a cup of cold boiled water. In winter, Master Xiao Wang returned to the station after delivering newspapers and letters from an alley. When he passes our hospital, he will bend down and dry his hands on a good woman's stove. Master Xiao Wang's hands are frostbitten, and a good woman will say, "Look at these hands, beautiful little girl, what a sin!" " "We all know that Master Xiao Wang is actually a warm-hearted. He helps us pay the subscription fee to the post office every month. We don't have to queue up at the post office to order newspapers and magazines. At that time, almost all of us had to queue up to do things and buy things. Just give the money to Master Xiao Wang, and she will bring us the receipt the next day. It is because of this convenience that we subscribe to many newspapers and magazines in the yard.

When Master Xiao Wang came to deliver the newspaper after May Day, he also gave us wedding candy. The good woman said, "Xiao Wang is a bride. Why don't you rest for two days?" Master Xiao Wang smiled and said, "There are too few people to be busy. I rested for two days on May Day. " That winter, we could all see that Master Xiao Wang was pregnant, and his thick uniform wrapped his slightly bulging belly. The good woman on the first floor always says, "Xiao Wang, ride your car slowly." If you can't send it out, please talk to the leader. " Master Xiao Wang always answers with a smile: "Good woman, I will be careful." One day, it snowed heavily, and we didn't get the newspaper by noon. The good woman said that Xiao Wang would not come today, and the car was not easy to ride. But in the evening, I saw Master Xiao Wang carrying a parcel to deliver the newspaper. When the kind woman saw it, she was frightened and quickly pulled her into the house and sat down. She said, "Xiao Wang, you are too serious. What does it matter to miss a day's newspaper? What if I fall? " Your leaders really don't care about people. "Master Wang said," our leaders have also come out. It doesn't matter. I'll just run to an alley and go home after delivery. "

After the Spring Festival the following year, Master Xiao Wang didn't come to deliver the newspaper again, and the postman who took her class didn't have a regular person, but the kind woman always asked, "Why didn't Xiao Wang come?" So we will continue to get the news that Master Xiao Wang "Xiao Wang works in the bureau". "Xiao Wang goes home to have a baby." "Xiao Wang is confined at home." That spring, our family moved out of the Daxing Palace area and never saw Master Xiao Wang deliver newspapers again. Now, Master Xiao Wang has already become Master Lao Wang, and I'm afraid he will retire to take care of his grandson at home. I wonder if she's okay.

I opened my mailbox and all I received were advertising letters. When the speed of information dissemination is getting faster and faster, how many people can write letters stroke by stroke, and how many people will wait for the postman such as the stars and the moon to send messages from distant relatives? There are kiosks everywhere in the street, too. How many people go to the post office to order books, newspapers and magazines? The postman no longer needs to ride a full bike on the street. I saw a notice at the entrance of the corridor that day: there is a parcel in room XX, please bring your valid certificate to the XX branch to collect it. This is change, this is the trend, this is the trend.