It was a rare fine day, Zhou Jiao went out for a stroll and hummed a tune on her way back.
In a good mood, she was just not far from the intersection when she heard there was a telegram for her.
What a double blessing—Zhou Jiao hurried forward and received the telegram from the postman. Upon opening it, as expected, it was from Zhou Xiaozheng. After reading it, she was beaming with joy.
That radiant smile, in the prime of her youth, dressed in a brown cashmere coat and a bright red scarf, was a scene of her standing there smiling like a blossoming flower.
The postman couldn't help but look back repeatedly, and even Mother Zhang, who came out the door, was delighted to see her.
Mother Zhang knew that most of the telegrams sent to their home were sent by their in-laws. Seeing her daughter-in-law smile so deeply that even her dimples showed, it had to be great news.
