"Okay, sweet and sour spare ribs 4 cents, shredded potatoes 5 cents, rice 4 cents, do you want a small soda?"
"Have a bottle."
"Okay, a small soda is 16 cents, and the total is 65 cents."
Jiang Si paid the bill, took her plate, found an empty seat and started eating.
When we were enjoying our meal, two comrades from Xian, wearing uniforms, suddenly sat down opposite us with serious faces.
"Excuse me, comrade. Could you please show me your ticket?"
Influenced by the broadcast a few hours ago, Jiang Si was surprised at this moment, but she still showed her ticket as required.
"Are you going to Yangcheng?"
"right."
"What are you going to do in Yangcheng?"
"My fiancé is in Qiongzhou Island, and I need to transfer in Yangcheng to go there." Jiang Si told the truth.
At this time, she also realized that the two guards did not seem to be conducting a routine inspection, but were really interrogating her as a spy.
So he took out the letter of introduction from his bag.
"He is a soldier, his last name is Huo, and he is currently serving as the commander of the 101st Regiment of the 4th Division of the Naval Aviation Force."
"If you two are worried, you can contact them."
The crime of this guy impersonating a military relative was a serious one, and the fact was clearly written in black and white on the letter of introduction. The two guards' doubts were finally dispelled.
At this time, Comrade Xian, who was a decade older than me, asked a question.
"Little comrade, did a gay bump into you just now?"
At that time, their way was blocked by passengers who were rushing to get on the bus. From a distance, they only saw two people bumping into each other. Later, the girl chased after them, but she couldn't hear clearly what she said.
Jiang Si had roughly guessed at this time that the person who bumped into her might be suspicious.
He nodded with a frank look: "Yes, that person bumped into me and didn't even apologize. I was so angry that I chased him and argued with him for a few rounds."
"Do you still remember what he looks like?"
When asking this question, Comrade Xian actually didn't hold much hope.
In fact, half an hour ago, their people had already fought with the enemy spy code-named "West Wind".
But the strange thing is that all four team members saw his face, but no one could remember what he looked like!
I don't even know how to describe it.
The question is: the eyes are neither big nor small, the lips are neither thin nor thick, the height is neither tall nor short, and the body is neither fat nor thin.
His facial features are regular without any noticeable features, and he can be almost ignored in a crowd.
Jiang Si could actually understand the confusion in Comrade Xian'an's eyes.
Because when she saw the man for the first time, she was also a little confused.
How should I put it, it's just a very ordinary face.
As bland as plain water.
But for someone who has studied painting for more than ten years and is good at figure sketching, it is undoubtedly very damaging to his self-esteem if he cannot extract the details of the other person's facial features.
So Jiang Si glared at the other person a few more times, not wanting to believe it. She couldn't say that he remembered everything, but he definitely remembered the nine things.
"Wait a mininute."
As she spoke, Jiang Si took out a pen and paper from her bag.
Before putting pen to paper, she carefully sorted out the memories in her mind.
The man had a standard square face, with sparse and light eyebrows, long and narrow eyes, and double brows.
The nose bridge is flat, the nose tip is fleshy, and the width of the nose wings is equal to the distance between the eyes.
The lips are straight, the lip peak is not obvious, and the lip color is close to the skin color, which is a warm light wheat color.
The face is flat, the transition from the cheekbones to the jawline is natural, the ear shape is the most common standard ear, and the earlobes droop naturally.
Estimated height is about 1.72 cm, with black hair and a crew cut.
Adam's apple... doesn't seem to be very obvious.
After sorting out all the details, Jiang Si picked up the paintbrush and started painting on the paper.
Time is limited, and we will arrive at Hangzhou Station in less than two hours.
Hangzhou Station is a big station with many passengers getting on and off the train.
It is simply unrealistic to stop people one by one and check them.
So she must hurry!
Half an hour later, Jiang Si handed the finished portrait to Comrade Xian'an. At first glance, little Xian'an next to him widened his eyes.
"Yes, it's him!"
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