The information provided by Zhao Lanxiang is very useful to Gu Shuoming.
He's an upright centrist who doesn't want to stand in line and doesn't want to follow the wrong leader. So he went to check the wind, and after chatting with the leader happily, he walked to the silent boulevard, his stern face changed to a serious expression.
Oh, I really didn't want to waste the quota on Jiang Jianjun, but this time I really had to "waste" it.
Gu Shuoming cut down the list he had submitted overnight, crossed out his name, and changed it to Jiang Jianjun.
The next day, he humbly said to the leader, "Let this opportunity be reserved for talents. I am dizzy when I listen to the big tongue of the Yankees. Jiang Jianjun is quite literate, and his further studies will definitely be promising."
The leaders had always preferred Jiang Jianjun, and were extremely satisfied with Gu Shuoming's "acquaintance".
So Jiang Jianjun, who counted his days and made himself handsome and neat to meet his "ex-wife", was suddenly notified by an emergency that he was going to take a plane to the capital. He tried his best to win half a day with the leader.
With a dark face, he took off the pine branch green, put on a shirt with no wrinkles, and looked down at his watch.
He walked through the barracks and returned to the military compound, walking neatly and his spine straight. Carrying two boxes of fruit nutritional supplements, I walked straight to the market, with a lot of eyes glued to my body along the way. There were sparse people on the street putting on river lanterns, but not many. There are also couples who go out for a walk after eating. Festive atmosphere is very light.
Soon, according to his good memory, he found Zhao Lanxiang's home.
He knocked on the door of Zhao's house, the door was pulled open with a click, and Feng Lian's face was sticking out.
"You are?"
Feng Lian knew Jiang Jianjun, how could she not know the man that her silly girl was chasing wholeheartedly. But she had never talked to Jiang Jianjun in a formal venue, so she closed her eyes and pretended not to know.
Jiang Jianjun introduced himself to his former mother-in-law, "My name is Jiang Jianjun, I am twenty-five years old this year, and I am at the company level. I am friends with Comrade Zhao Lanxiang and are dating—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Lian again.
She said coldly: "Dating? When did you meet?"
"My Niuniu had an engagement with Mr. Zeng before."
The tone was full of contempt, like treating a wild man who shamelessly hooked up with his daughter.
Jiang Jianjun nodded and asked, "Is Niuniu at home?"
Feng Lian said, "I asked her to deliver moon cakes, but she's not here."
…
Relying on the people's teacher's incorrupt tongue, Feng Lian kept Jiang Jianjun out of the house and asked him to come back tomorrow.
She closed the door and glanced inside.
Zhao Lanxiang breathed a sigh of relief in the room. She hid behind the curtains and could see the tall and prominent figure downstairs at a glance. The cold street light shone on his snow-white shirt, making it more and more cold and bright.
Like his people, cold-hearted and cold-hearted.
He also has today.
Zhao Lanxiang put down the empty moon cake box, and she washed and slept without any psychological burden after she had already delivered the moon cakes.
Before going to bed, she glanced out the window, and the long, snow-white shadow still stood alone under the faint streetlight.
Zhao Lanxiang felt 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 foolish girl who gave his heart and lungs to him, and wanted to continue his career. She doesn't know how much sincerity is in it.
Depends on how long he can stay downstairs.
At this moment, she is not kind enough to hope that it will rain soon, and the next downpour will make him feel sad and hurt.
Zhao Lanxiang thought so, and soon fell asleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet, she glanced out the window. It was drizzling on the street, and the glass window was covered with misty raindrops. The faint moon was shrouded in dark clouds and completely disappeared.
She glanced at the clock, the hour hand pointed to eleven.
The people under the street lights disappeared.
Zhao Lanxiang washed her face and turned her head back to sleep.
Since he missed it himself, don't blame her for not "going to the appointment" on time. What Zhao Lanxiang wanted was the time she just missed. She didn't let her "full of affection" come back to see Jiang Jianjun, and she didn't really let him meet people. At this point in his last life, Jiang Jianjun regretted missing out on this training, so he will have enough training in this life. The year-long fully enclosed training was far away in the capital, and even with wings attached, it could not fly to N City.
By the end of 1977, Bo Ge'er had survived the catastrophe, and she could breathe a sigh of relief and no longer need to be so careful.
The next morning, Zhao Lanxiang divided the moon cakes she made by herself into several portions. One portion was ten pieces. She made a total of ten kilograms of moon cakes. The flavors were quite rich, including lotus paste and egg yolk stuffing, barbecued pork with five kernels, and assorted fruit stuffing. of. The last one is for Xiaohuzi. The fruit used is the fresh Datai Nong mango, which is a specialty of N city, as well as the winter melon, hawthorn, and Sydney bought here.
Originally, Feng Lian still didn't believe that the moon cakes she made could be eaten, but after trying it, she felt that the taste was more fragrant, sweeter and more delicious than the regular moon cakes issued by the school, and she liked eating moon cakes more and more.
Zhao Lanxiang kept one moon cake for his grandparents, two at home, and one for each of his uncles and uncles.
In the end, she found that Jiang Jianjun also needed moon cakes to "talk about your heart". As a Jiang Jianjun fan girl who was "can't eat" because of missing it at the moment, she should be eager to compensate Jiang Jianjun.
Zhao Lanxiang deliberately mixed a few of the mango mooncakes that Little Huzi ate, found a decent box and started packing them, and tied a bow with a ribbon full of heart, which was decent and beautiful.
Jiang Jianjun should be very happy to receive this gift. After all, he said in his last reply that the mango rolls were delicious, and he said so himself. Of course, Zhao Lanxiang followed his preferences "gently".
After she divided the moon cakes, she picked up the remaining ones and took them to Gu Shuoming.
She thought for a moment, then wrote a note and kneaded it into the moon cake.
Now that he has chosen Jiang Jianjun's nemesis as his backer, Zhao Lanxiang will of course take advantage of Jiang Jianjun's departure from the G military region to consolidate Gu Shuoming's position. She tried her best to recall the events of her past life, clarified her thoughts, and wrote down a useful message with discretion.
The day Zhao Lanxiang was about to leave City G, she went to the army and delivered moon cakes to Gu Shuoming by herself.
Gu Shuoming was surprised and a little surprised when he saw Zhao Lanxiang.
He also had a lot of things he wanted to ask Zhao Lanxiang, but he couldn't say it. It was taboo to talk about those sensitive things in this place.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and pushed the moon cake into Gu Shuoming's hand, "I heard from Gu Gong that you liked winter melon since you were a child, so I made some winter melon moon cakes."
"When you go back, you must 'try' the wax gourd stuffing first, eat it slowly, and if it tastes good, write to the countryside and I will make some for you."
Gu Shuoming understood what the girl meant, and coughed violently.
"Let's not take every single stitch from the common people, and we won't get paid for doing nothing. Forget it."
Letters from the army must be inspected before they can be sent in. If you do more, it will be fine.
Gu Shuoming said sternly: "My dad will ask you to take care of one or two. When I come back in the new year, I will let my mother cook a meal to thank you."
Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile.
Gu Shuoming must be invincible and promoted smoothly like in his previous life, so as to live up to her high hopes.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Jiang Jianjun: After 200,000 words, I was finally willing to let me play.
But, why didn't you give me a face-to-face description, eh
I am more handsome than Gu Da and more handsome than He Er, why not give it to me
A shirt is more descriptive than my face :)
Pingshengjun: spread hands
The villain can't write as handsome as de
Too handsome villains are easy to overturn