"Comrade Qin Zheng, I've missed you dearly since we parted ways in Tibet... Ouch!"
Gu Jin gasped.
He threw the letter in front of Qin Zheng and asked through gritted teeth, "Tell me honestly, when did you start flirting with someone outside?"
What do you mean by flirting?
Qin Zheng caught the letter that was thrown to him with a blank expression. After taking a look, the dense text on it made his head spin.
"can't read."
He lazily tossed out a sentence and threw the letter back to Gu Jin.
Gu Jin was taken aback.
"Hey, you don't understand, do you?"
He simply got straight to the point, unfolded the letter, and read it aloud in a serious manner—
"Comrade Qin Zheng, I have missed you dearly since we parted in Tibet. I wonder how you are doing? I can't forget the sunset we watched together on the vast and distant Tibetan frontier, nor can I forget your tall and broad back. By the time you read this letter, I will have already returned to the provincial capital. I look forward to the day we meet again!"
Are you looking forward to the day we meet again?
Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng's brow twitched involuntarily.
Gu Jin stared wide-eyed at the letter in disbelief, muttering, "Qin Zheng, you're something else! We even watched the sunset together, and I remember your tall, broad back. I even said I was looking forward to the day we'd meet again! Tell me honestly! Who did you mess with outside?"
Qin Zheng frowned. "No."
"No one has written you a letter?"
"It's a typo."
"You're talking nonsense! Your name is right here!" Gu Jin excitedly waved the letter in his hand. Did he think he was blind?
Qin Zheng was speechless.
With a gentle lift of his hand, he took the letter from Gu Jin's hand, tore it into pieces in a few quick movements, and casually stuffed it into Gu Jin's pocket.
Gu Jin was shocked, "..."
What kind of operation is this?
"First, I don't know who wrote this letter, but I feel it's troublesome. Second, you're not allowed to tell my wife about this, so as not to upset her," Qin Zheng said sternly.
Gu Jin scratched the back of his head in confusion. "You really don't know who wrote it?"
How would I know?
"Tibet...it must be the time you went to the west last time, right?" Gu Jin patted his shoulder as if remembering something, with a hint of schadenfreude: "Qin Zheng, we've worked together for so many years, and that was the only time I didn't go with you. What happened to you in the west?"
Qin Zheng's expression turned slightly cold.
"You seem quite interested in my personal relationships?" He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Gu Jin, a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Gu Jin's smile faltered. "Heh...heh, I was just concerned about your relationship with Ye Yun."
"Is it significant that you're here?"
"..."
Gu Jin pursed her lips. Fine, she'd just consider him a busybody.
However, he was genuinely curious about who had written the letter to Qin Zheng. Could it be the same person who had tried so hard to stop them from retiring...?
"It's time, I'm going to pick up my wife."
Qin Zheng got up from the wall he was leaning against, casually patted the dust off his clothes, and walked towards the old bicycle parked not far from the roadside.
Gu Jin quickly stepped on the pedals and hurriedly followed, saying, "Wait for me!"
Qin Zheng had just mounted his bicycle when he saw Gu Jin following him with a smile. He immediately frowned in displeasure, "What are you going to do?"
"Hehe, I'm going to pick up your wife too."
"..."
Clang!
Qin Zheng kicked him, and Gu Jin, along with his car, tumbled into a nearby ditch. It took him a while to get up, soaking wet, and he shouted angrily at Qin Zheng's departing figure, "Qin Zheng! You heartless bastard who values women over friends!"
Qin Zheng pedaled faster than anyone else.
You want to pick up my wife?
You're nobody!
...
After handing the shop over to Tian Xiaohui, Ye Yun went to the clothing store she had visited before.
There was only the soldier in the shop. He thought someone else had come to buy clothes, but when he saw it was her, he quickly and enthusiastically came out from behind the sewing machine.
"Girl, you've finally arrived."
The soldier's face was full of joy, which surprised Ye Yun a little.
She looked around the store but couldn't see her clothes, so she wondered, "Brother Bing, haven't my clothes been made yet?"
"It's done!"
The soldier, in a good mood, pulled Ye Yun inside. Then he pulled out a polka-dot dress from the bottom of a pile of clothes. The style and fabric were exactly the same one Ye Yun had ordered.
He rushed to finish making these clothes.
After Ye Yun left that day, he was still excited. After making coarse cloth clothes for so many years, he finally saw a new style, which was like finding a great sense of novelty for him.
"Hey girl, are you satisfied with this?"
As the soldier spoke, he attached the finished dress to Ye Yun's body.
Ye Yun has fair skin, so she can wear any color of clothing. When she wears a white dress with black polka dots, she has a gentle and graceful temperament like a lotus emerging from water.
The soldier praised it highly.
It's beautiful, so beautiful!
But whether it looks good or not isn't up to him alone. He looked at Ye Yun with expectant eyes, wanting to hear her thoughts.
This dress was designed by Ye Yun.
It's also thanks to her that she's good-looking.
Ye Yun twisted the skirt and held it up to herself a couple of times. She felt the size was okay, and the hem and waist were just right.
She smiled with satisfaction and said, "Great job, soldier, your skills are quite impressive."
The soldier slapped his forehead, "Hey, the design you gave me is much better!"
"Oh, right."
Ye Yun glanced around the shop and asked in confusion, "Didn't I tell you to make one and hang it in the shop to try selling it? Why haven't I seen it?"
Or did he think the price was too high and therefore not go for it?
"You'd never know this!" The soldier's face lit up as he spoke. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "I made two of these clothes for you, and I hung them both up the very next day. Guess what happened?"
"What's wrong?"
"I was chosen that very day!"
The soldier patted his chest, extremely excited.
Ye Yun chuckled, "And then?"
"That guy originally wanted to buy both of them, but I didn't let him. One of them is yours, and I have to wait for you to come and collect it," the soldier said. "But guess how much I paid for that one piece!"
How much is it?
"Take a guess," the soldier said, smiling at her. "Girl, if you guess right, I'll give you a big commission!"
oh?
Ye Yun thought for a moment and said a number: "Twelve?"
"wrong."
"Too high or too low?"
"Too low!" The soldier looked at her with bright, expectant eyes.
Too low… Ye Yun thought to herself that the price had already been set too high, and after thinking for a moment, she asked again, “Fifteen?”
"It's still too low!"
Still too low?!
Ye Yun was slightly surprised. A dress priced at fifteen was already beyond the average person's spending level, yet it was still considered low?
So how much did this person actually cost?
"twenty!"
The soldier finally stopped being mysterious and solemnly held up two fingers to her!
Ye Yun was suddenly taken aback.
"twenty?!"
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