上学的时候,唐晓阳经过学校门口的收发室,发现玻璃窗的里面放着一封写给自己的信。他也是无意中瞥见那封信的,估计在那个位置已经放了一段时间了。现在,很少有人写信,都发电子邮件,或者用QQ、微信聊天,写信已经是有点过时的通信手段了。唐晓阳给收发室的大爷鞠了个躬,才把信拿在手里。会是谁写来的呢?信封上只有收信人的地址和姓名,而发信地址处却只字没有。他努力猜想,把自己能想到的人一一过了一遍,但怎么也想不出谁有给自己写信 When going to school, Tang Xiaoyang through the door of the reception room, found inside the glass window to write a letter to write to myself. He also glimpsed the letter inadvertently, it is estimated that in that position has been put some time. Now, very few people write letters, send e-mail, or use QQ, WeChat to chat, write letters is a bit outdated means of communication. Tang Xiaoyang to send and receive room uncle bowed, only to take the letter in his hand. Who will write it? Envelope only the recipient’s address and name, but the letter was not at the address. He tried hard to guess what he could think of, and he could not think of who wrote it to himself