Chapter 130: Finding the White-headed Man
A few people came over and saw her like this, and they also looked up at the sky, but their eyes were wide open and they could only see a few white clouds.
"What are you looking at?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"I'm watching to see when spring comes."
Luo Xinxin replied in a quiet voice that made people confused, but she still kindly reminded them, "It's summer now, it's still early for spring!"
"No, spring will come soon, he said. As long as I recite this poem, the spring of our love will come."
Luo Xinxin's tone was extremely shy, and she looked like a woman immersed in love.
Even though she was wearing a mask and a hat and her face couldn't be seen clearly, I could still feel the sweetness when she mentioned that man.
The few people who asked the questions looked puzzled, even a little disgusted, and were ready to leave this woman who looked mentally unstable.
“Year after year the flowers are the same, but year after year the people are different…”
Luo Xinxin recited the mantra in a daze, secretly used a few listening cards, and then heard three voices.
[A message to the beautiful lady in her prime: she should pity the half-dead old man with white hair]
[This poem sounds familiar, who wrote it?]
How come the base hired a mentally disturbed woman? She's so weird.
The three of them looked at her strangely, then hurried away, soon immersed in their busy work and forgot about the matter.
Luo Xinxin asked the system to secretly mark these three people to eliminate any suspicion. There were hundreds of people in the base, and she would definitely mix them up.
In the following days, her mental state became increasingly abnormal. She would recite poems whenever she saw people. Most people ignored her, but a small number of people thought she had mental problems and reported it to the security department.
"There's absolutely no problem with her identity. Her family members were killed by the Japanese. Her fiancé was an underground worker and was also killed by the enemy. Her mental state has been traumatized, and her condition has fluctuated. But please rest assured, she just likes to recite poetry. She will never hurt anyone, and it won't affect her work."
Li Rong had already thought of his response and arranged a miserable life story for Luo Xinxin, a love-struck woman whose entire family had died and whose mind was abnormal.
"Alas, what a miserable man!"
Everyone was deeply moved by what she said and felt very sympathetic towards her situation.
Soon, Luo Xinxin's miserable life story spread throughout the base. Everyone looked at her with pity, and no longer felt annoyed when they heard her recite poems.
After reciting poems for several days in a row, she checked almost everyone in the base, but the white-headed old man was like a stone sinking into the ocean, without revealing any clues.
Luo Xinxin was heartbroken. She had spent hundreds of points on buying heart-listening cards these days. If she couldn't catch the white-crowned sparrow, she would lose a lot of money.
[Host captures the white-headed eagle, rewarded with 1000 points, and high-tech products are available in the mall]
The system has issued a task.
"What high-tech? Is it a J-8?"
Luo Xinxin's eyes lit up. If it was a J-8, it would definitely be a great achievement if it was presented as a fighter jet.
[The J-8 doesn't have it yet, but it has other high-tech features that can also make a difference. Come on, host!]
The system slipped away after saying this.
Luo Xinxin was not disappointed. Even if she was given a J-8 now, she couldn't offer it immediately because she couldn't explain its origin and it might even cause big trouble.
The best idea she could think of was to wait until the farm's wine was produced and then participate in the Spring Canton Fair next spring. By then, she would definitely be able to meet all kinds of foreigners, and then she would have an excuse to say that she got the drawings from foreigners.
Now that the US J-8 has taken off, what she said is still valid.
Encouraged by high-tech products, Luo Xinxin was motivated again and continued to play the role of a love-stricken woman, chanting to everyone she saw: "Year after year, the flowers are the same, but year after year, the people are different..."
That morning, Luo Xinxin was swatting the floor listlessly. She hadn't slept well the previous night and was now so sleepy that she didn't even have the energy to act out the role of a lovesick woman.
“Year after year the flowers are the same, but year after year the people are different…”
She waved the broom weakly, making a rustling sound. People passing by couldn't help shaking their heads when they saw how haggard she was, and felt even more pity for her.
"Hey, how did you sweep the floor? I just put on my pants and you made them dirty!"
The woman's sharp voice woke Luo Xinxin up from her sleepiness and made her instantly alert.
"Year after year, the flowers are the same, year after year..."
Luo Xinxin was interrupted by a woman before she finished reading: "Sui Sui Nian Nian, don't act crazy in front of me. My pants are dirty, what do you say I should do?"
The woman was about forty years old, short in stature, with short hair cut to her ears, and she cursed with a strong voice.
She was Liu Xiaoxin's little sister-in-law, telephone operator Sister Yu. Luo Xinxin had only seen her from a distance before and had never met her face to face, but in the voices she heard these days, Sister Yu appeared quite frequently.
And they were not good words. People in the office were quite resentful of her.
Because Sister Yu is very irresponsible at work and is also a gossip girl. She always likes to pry into the private affairs of scientists and likes to act as a matchmaker for young people, which makes everyone very annoyed.
Luo Xinxin had an idea. This woman likes to ask questions so much. Maybe she is a white-headed old man?
“Year after year the flowers are the same, but year after year the people are different…”
She looked at Sister Yu sadly, tears welling in her eyes, and secretly used the heart-listening card.
"I asked you what to do with your pants? Why are you reading poetry with me? Don't act crazy or stupid. There are all kinds of people here. You can attract any psychopath..."
Sister Yu didn't expect that the other party was really a lunatic. She was so angry that she cursed him, and she cursed even more harshly in her heart.
[Fuck you, this is so unlucky, I still run into psychopaths at work]
[She must have slept with a man and refused to admit it. You are such a weak-willed bitch. You deserve to be slept with by a man for free.]
[Maybe she's already pregnant, bah, shameless slut]
Luo Xinxin gritted her teeth and forced herself not to punch. In order not to lose her character, she could only look at Sister Yu with tears in her eyes without saying a word.
Sister Yu was frightened by her gaze and cursed, "Look at you, you psycho!"
"What happened, big sister?"
A woman in her thirties came over. She was tall and slim, with her hair tied in a bun, dressed simply, and had an elegant temperament. Luo Xinxin recognized her as a data clerk who was responsible for keeping various drawings and documents in the office.
Her name is Lin Xiuqin, and she seems to be a martyr's widow. She is a kind person and is very popular in the base.
Luo Xinxin had checked her before and found no suspicious points. She was also the widow of a martyr, so she ruled out Lin Xiuqin as a suspect.
"This psychopath has soiled my pants and can't even speak properly. What bad luck!"
Sister Yu pointed at Luo Xinxin and cursed.
Lin Xiuqin glanced at her and smiled as she advised, "It's not easy for her either. Big sister, please be magnanimous and don't bother with her."
"I can only consider myself unlucky."
Sister Yu left cursing, and Lin Xiuqin smiled kindly at Luo Xinxin, but her eyes were intriguing.
Luo Xinxin's heart moved. Did she miss something?
“Year after year the flowers are the same, but year after year the people are different…”
She recited quietly again, using the heart-listening cards at the same time.
[Are you really Mingyue's person? That's too stupid]
[Three more days of trying. No more delays. Someone has to send the data out.]
Luo Xinxin appeared calm on the surface, still reciting poems in a sad voice, but she was actually very happy in her heart.
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