Yue Shuhong doesn't like drinking and doesn't really want to join in the fun.
A faint sense of loss lingered in his heart.
After all, although the result of this mission was good, it could be considered a failure in his career.
Yue Shuhong did not go to toast Zhang Hongcheng, but instead walked in the empty corridor of the guesthouse with a cup of tea, summarizing his own shortcomings.
Almost all the staff of the guesthouse went to the big restaurant to participate in the celebration, and Yue Shuhong thought he would not meet anyone.
Until he saw a ray of light at the end of the corridor.
Yue Shuhong felt a little curious. He didn't expect that when everyone was celebrating, there would be someone as unsociable as himself in the corner of this guesthouse?
This is a snow-white and clean medical room.
A graceful woman, who may have just washed and combed her hair, with her long hair spread out like a dark cloud, was sitting lazily in an armchair, holding a cup of steaming drink in her hand.
He has a lazy posture and a refined appearance.
Even Yue Shuhong, who was used to seeing all kinds of flowers and plants, was fixed in his gaze at this one look.
That is a kind of beauty that is different from this era.
There wasn't a trace of that era about the woman, but she possessed an indescribable sense of innocence and wisdom.
Although her clothes are not much different from others, her temperament is completely different.
There is no deliberate petty-bourgeois affectation, and just lying there is a quiet scene.
Yue Shuhong's gaze was a little rude.
There was naturally disdain in the beauty's glance.
Their eyes met.
Yue Shuhong suddenly felt that these beautiful eyes seemed familiar, and his heart, which had been calm for more than twenty years, was suddenly stirred by a breeze.
The shadow before him seemed to enter his heart in an instant.
This abrupt feeling is strange and beautiful.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"Bang~!"
The woman seemed to have thought of something, her expression became uglier, and without saying a word she stood up and closed the door of the infirmary.
"I don't see patients here, and it's closed now. If you're sick, go to a nearby hospital."
There was a flimsy wooden door between them.
Yue Shuhong felt as if his most precious thing had been taken away from him.
He patted his face gently.
Why do I have such crazy thoughts?
Am I really sick?
Yue Shuhong left here slowly, absent-minded, but that stunning glimpse was still flashing in his mind.
There seemed to be another person in the entire guesthouse who did not go to the main restaurant - Director Xiao Zhang's girlfriend, the female doctor of the guesthouse.
Eh?
He recalled the faint fragrance from the woman's cup that he had smelled at the tip of his nose.
That's clearly the smell of milk powder.
This shows that this woman and Director Xiao Zhang are living a good life...
According to Yue Shuhong's personality, he would only be happy when others lived a comfortable life, but today he frowned slightly.
The tea in the cup was only warm, and he drank it all in one gulp, then let out a long sigh.
He didn't notice that the woman took advantage of his daze to do an extra action when she closed the door.
The woman threw a small white particle into his teacup with precision.
The negotiation team's plan to return to Beijing was forced to be postponed for seven or eight days.
Because someone in the group suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, we stayed in the hospital for six days and six nights...
Hangzhou Railway Station.
A middle-aged beautiful woman with an extraordinary appearance got off the train carrying her luggage.
She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar city in front of her, and was overwhelmed with emotions.
She still remembered that it was at this train station that she and her best friend secretly jumped on a train heading north to join the army.
She subconsciously looked towards the distant east.
Zhou Hangping, do you...still remember your husband and son?
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