After the door opened, a tense and somewhat complicated face appeared.

Wang Zhang raised his wrist in front of his colleagues, implying that you all overestimate him.

"Are there any tickets left?"

Jiang Yan didn't waste any time and stated his purpose straight away.

Since it is an internal ticket, Wang Zhang has it, and his colleagues must have it too.

Going to the movies is still a rare thing these days, so even if the police can't go due to work, the tickets won't be wasted.

It is usually given to relatives and friends.

But Jiang Yan said it too late, the tickets had already been arranged.

Looking around, I saw only a young man holding up two tickets.

Hehe, none of them.

He is the only one who has it.

He kept the ticket because he wanted to watch it with his secret crush during his break.

But before he could finish his boasting, Jiang Yan snatched it away like lightning.

The man still had a smile on his face, but his hands were empty.

Jiang Yan patted his shoulder gratefully.

"Jiang Tuan, what..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yan looked up at the other person with a rightful yet calm malice.

"Thank you very much."

“Hey hey!”

Before he could tell the truth, there was no trace of him in sight.

Jiang Yan came and went quickly, and the police officer whose love was snatched away by him came back to his senses amid the laughter of his colleagues.

After realizing what a stupid thing he had done, he pounded the table in agony and howled.

This was not his original intention, so why was he all implicated?

………

My great uncle’s birthday is in half a month, and Sangzhi started preparing early.

As elderly retired cadres, they have no shortage of food and drink, so they can only start with their daily lives.

Last time, she got two kilograms of high-quality wool yarn from the system and had someone knit him a pair of woolen pants.

My uncle was so happy when he received it that he didn’t want to wear it.

Sangzhi decided to make a waistcoat for the person herself, which would be more meaningful.

She had learned weaving techniques from someone in advance. Perhaps because the older sister saw that she had no talent, she didn't teach her how to make complicated patterns, but instead taught her simple plain weaving.

They are all needles. Sangzhi is happy and professional when giving people acupuncture.

But the two thin knitting needles seemed to be fighting in her hands.

She sat there working in the morning, unravelling and weaving, then weaving and unravelling again.

At the end of the day, the needle is still the same needle, and the progress has not increased at all.

Somehow, she remembered the popular reviews she saw online in her previous life.

Isn’t it just knitting a sweater?

Brain: It’s so easy, I know it all.

Eyes: I can do it too. It’s not difficult at all.

Hand: No, it’s an illusion, you won’t.

So the waistcoat turned into a scarf, the scarf turned into gloves, and the gloves turned into socks.

Sang Bei couldn't bear to see her scratching her head, so he took a quick look and helped her knit half a sock.

Seeing this, Sangzhi made excuses for herself, saying that it was not because she was clumsy, but because she was too anxious to wait for news from the factory.

It had been two days since the plan was submitted, and she had also saved up a lot of maple syrup.

Of course, she also boiled the sap into sugar these past two days, so there was no risk of it going bad.

But the waiting process is too painful.

If the results are not out one day, I will not feel at peace.

Fortunately, after curing Gu Chaoyi's illness twice, both of them appreciated each other, and the girl also made repeated promises.

Said he would call her as soon as he had any news.

…………

Since Sang Bei came back, his elder sister has taken good care of him and his face has become much rounder.

He has escaped the miserable state of being skin and bones, and with his well-proportioned bones and handsome features, he has a faint sense of handsome youth.

He had just returned from the back auditorium with Wei Lingdong.

The family compound is convenient and prosperous, with barber shops and service stations, canteens and health clinics, kindergartens and primary schools.

Aren’t primary and middle school students on vacation now?

Movies were shown in the auditorium every week, from the earliest "Sister Jiang" to "The Long March Suite" to "Tunnel Warfare" and "Landmine Warfare".

Many children have watched it several times and just went there to join in the fun.

But for the kids from Nanyang who were watching a war movie for the first time, and for Sang Bei who was new to movies.

Every movie is rare.

The two men wore clothes made from their uncle's old clothes and went home shooting at each other with wooden guns.

"Tunnel warfare, hey, tunnel warfare, ambushing thousands and thousands of divine soldiers, hey, ambushing millions and thousands of divine soldiers..."

"If the invaders dare to come, we will defeat them and make their horses fall flat on their faces..."

"Everyone is a soldier, everyone participates in the war..."

Wei Lingdong hummed a tune as he walked to the door of his house, but was stopped by Sang Bei before he could go in.

There was impatience in the child's eyes.

"I've told you so many times to shake off the mud on your feet when you come back from outside.

This isn't like your house, where there are servants to clean. My sister is the one who suffers when things get messy."

Although he often helps out.

But his sister said he was still young and didn't need to do any work, and she would always snatch it away whenever she saw him working.

Wei Lingdong stomped his feet outside several times, "Is this okay now?"

As soon as the two entered the house, the phone in the living room rang.

As soon as Sang Bei picked up the microphone, her sister ran down from upstairs in a hurry.

"Who is it?"

Was it Gu Chaoyi who called?

Are the results out?

Sang Bei shook his head.

"It's Qin Yuan. He said he'd come over to pick up the food in a while. Do you want to answer it?"

Sangzhi sighed, feeling happy for nothing.

"Don't answer it. I'm coming right away. What else can I say? Phone bills are not money."

Pingcheng Grocery Store is next to the post office. Qin Yuan called to ask Sangzhi whether she wanted to eat pork or chicken.

Her complaints on the other end of the phone were also heard.

Just as he opened his mouth in a hurry, Sang Bei on the other end didn't say anything more.

She said she didn't answer the phone and simply hung up.

…………

Wu Guan arrived at four o'clock in the afternoon, carrying a basket containing holiday benefits given to my uncle by the army.

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