Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The information provided by Zhao Lanxiang is very useful for Gu Shuoming.

He is an upright centrist who does not want to stand in line or follow the wrong leader. So he went to explore the wind, he chatted cheerfully with the leader and walked to the quiet tree-lined road, his cold face changed into a serious expression.

Oh, I really didn't want to waste the quota on Jiang Jianjun. This time I really had to "wasted" it.

Gu Shuoming cut off the previously submitted list overnight, crossed out his name and changed it to Jiang Jianjun.

The next day, he humbly said to the leader: "This opportunity is still reserved for talents. My elders are dizzy after listening to the big tongue of the Yankees. Jiang Jianjun is very cultural, and there will definitely be a chance for further study.

Leaders have always favored Jiang Jianjun and are very satisfied with Gu Shuoming's "knowledge".

So Jiang Jianjun, who set off for the index day and managed to look handsome and neat to meet his "ex-wife", was suddenly notified that he would fly to the capital. He tried his best to fight for half a day with the leaders.

He took off the pine green with a black face, put on a shirt without any wrinkles, and looked down at his watch.

He passed through the military barracks and returned to the military compound. His spine was neat and tidy. Carrying two boxes of fruit nutrients and walking straight to the market, there was a lot of eyes stuck on the way. The sparse people on the street are lighting river lights, but not many. There are also couples who go out for a walk after eating and drinking. The atmosphere of the festival is very light.

Soon, according to good memories, he found Zhao Lanxiang's home.

He knocked on the door of the Zhao family, and the door was clicked open, and Feng Lian's face was found inside.

"you are?"

Feng Lian knew Jiang Jianjun, how could she not know the man who was chased by her silly girl. But she never talked to Jiang Jianjun on the official court contract, so she just closed her eyes and pretended not to know.

Jiang Jianjun introduced himself to his former mother-in-law, "My name is Jiang Jianjun, twenty-five years old this year, and I am at the same grade. I am a friend of Comrade Zhao Lanxiang and are in contact--"

Before he finished, Feng Lian interrupted him again.

She said indifferently: "Association? When did you associate?"

"My girl Niu had a marriage contract with Zeng Gongzi before."

The tone was full of contempt, like a wild man who treated his daughter shamelessly.

Jiang Jianjun nodded and asked: "Is Niuniu at home?"

Feng Lian said: "I asked her to send mooncakes, not there."

...

Feng Lian relied on the unshakable tongue of the people's teachers, very qualitatively and reservedly, Jiang Jiangjun was turned away from the door, and he would come back tomorrow.

She closed the door and glanced into the room.

Zhao Lanxiang let out a sigh of relief in the room. She could see the protruding figure downstairs behind the curtains. The cold lights of the street shone on his white shirt, becoming more and more cold and bright.

Like his people, cold heart and lungs.

He also has today.

Zhao Lanxiang put down the empty moon cake box, and she had already delivered the moon cake and washed and slept without any psychological burden.

She glanced out of the window before going to bed, and the white, long shadow still stood under the faint street lamp, alone.

Zhao Lanxiang had a happy feeling in her heart.

Seeing this scene, she completely understood Jiang Jianjun's intentions. He took it for granted that she was still a stupid girl who took his heart out of him, and wanted to renew her lead. She didn't know the truth in it.

It depends on how long he can stay downstairs.

At the moment, she kindly hoped that it would rain quickly, and the next downpour would let him taste the sadness and the sadness.

Zhao Lanxiang thought so, and quickly fell asleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet, she glanced out of the window. The street was drizzled, and the glass windows were covered with raindrops. The faint moon was enveloped by the dark clouds, and completely disappeared.

She glanced at the clock, and the hour hand pointed at eleven.

The people under the street lights disappeared.

Zhao Lanxiang washed her face and turned to sleep.

Since he missed it himself, don’t blame her for not being on time for the appointment. What Zhao Lanxiang wanted was the time that just happened to miss. She did not live up to her "full of affection" and deliberately rushed back to see Jiang Jianjun, nor did he really let him see someone. At this point in his last life, Jiang Jianjun regretted that he missed this training, so he would be able to do enough in this life. The one-year full-closed training is far in the capital, and it can't fly to N city with its wings.

By the end of 77, Bo Geer had survived the disaster, and she was relieved not to be so careful.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Lanxiang divided the moon cakes she made by herself into ten portions. She made ten pounds of moon cakes in total, and the taste was quite rich. They were filled with lotus and egg yolks, grilled with five kernels, and assorted fruit fillings. of. The last one is for the little tiger, and the fruit used is the fresh specialty farmer mango from N City, as well as the winter melon, hawthorn, and Sydney that I bought here.

Feng Lian didn't believe that she could eat the mooncakes, but after eating it, she felt more flavorful, sweeter and sweeter than the regular mooncakes issued by the school. She loves mooncakes more and more.

Zhao Lanxiang left a moon cake for grandparents, two at home, and one for each uncle and uncle.

At the end, she found that Jiang Jianjun also needed mooncakes to "talk about her heart". As a fan of Jiang Jianjun who was "unable to eat" because she missed it, she should wish to compensate Jiang Jianjun.

Zhao Lanxiang deliberately evened out a few of the mango mooncakes eaten by Xiao Huzi, and found a decent box to start packing. He bowed a bow with silk ribbon and was decent and beautiful.

Jiang Jianjun should be very happy to receive this gift. After all, he wrote back that the mango roll was delicious last time. He said so himself. Of course Zhao Lanxiang obeyed his preferences "gentlely".

After she divided the moon cakes, she picked up the remaining piggybacks and took them to Gu Shuoming.

After thinking for a moment, she wrote a note and rubbed it into the moon cake.

Now that he chose Jiang Jianjun's opponent as a backer, of course Zhao Lanxiang should take advantage of Jiang Jianjun's time to leave the G military area and consolidate Gu Shuoming's position. She diligently recalled the events of her previous life, cleared her thoughts, and wrote down a useful message at her discretion.

The day Zhao Lanxiang was about to leave City G, she went to the army and handed moon cakes to Gu Shuoming.

Gu Shuoming saw Zhao Lanxiang, and was surprised and a little surprised.

He also had a lot of words to ask Zhao Lanxiang, but he couldn't say it. It was taboo to talk about sensitive words in this place.

Zhao Lanxiang pushed the moon cake into Gu Shuoming's hands with a smile, "I heard Gu Gong say that you love winter melon since childhood, and I made some winter melon moon cake."

"If you go back, you must "try" the stuffed winter melon, eat it slowly, and feel delicious. Write a letter back to the country, and I will make it for you."

Gu Shuoming understood the meaning of Nizi and coughed violently.

"Let's not take the common people one needle and one thread, and we will not be affected by the merits. Forget it."

All the letters in the army have to be checked before they can be sent in. If you do more, you still have to.

Gu Shuoming said in earnest: "My dad will take care of you for one or two. When I come back, I will thank my mom for making dinner."

Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile.

Gu Shuoming must be as prosperous and prosperous as the previous life, so as not to disappoint her high hopes.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Jiang Jianjun: After pressing 200,000 words, I was finally willing to let me play.

But why didn't I describe my face, eh?

I am more handsome than Gu and handsome than He Er, why not give it to me?

A shirt has more description than my face :)

Lifetime gentleman: spread hands

The villain can't write so handsome

Too handsome villains are easy to roll over