Yu Xiangnian and Yu Xiangyang look 50% similar, and Yu Xiangyang often mentions to Xia Qingyun that he has a younger sister.
Xia Qingyun quickly realized that this person was Yu Xiangyang's sister.
She walked over with a smile, extended her hand and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Xia Qingyun from the art troupe, you must be Yu Xiangyang's sister, right?
I have to say that Yu Xiangyang has a really good eye.
Xia Qingyun was about twenty years old, with an oval face, curved eyebrows, and upturned almond-shaped eyes. She had a natural charm between her eyebrows and eyes.
Yu Xiangnian extended his hand and shook it, saying, "Hello, I'm Yu Xiangnian."
Xia Qingyun raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile, "I often hear Yu Xiangyang talk about you. He also said that he would introduce us when there was a chance. I didn't expect that we would meet so soon."
She said this as if she was Yu Xiangyang's real girlfriend, but Yu Xiangnian had never heard from her family that Yu Xiangyang had a girlfriend.
Without Yu Xiangyang's confirmation, Yu Xiangnian would naturally not acknowledge Xia Qingyun's identity.
She smiled and said, "Really? I haven't heard Yu Xiangyang mention you."
Yu Xiangnian thought Xia Qingyun would feel a little embarrassed when he said this.
But Xia Qingyun's face showed no sign of abnormality. She continued to smile charmingly and said half-jokingly, "Maybe it's because I often perform outside and the number of times I meet him is not very often, so he didn't mention it to you."
Xia Qingyun looked even more charming with her eyebrows arched. Her almond-shaped eyes gazed at Yu Xiangnian gently, and even Yu Xiangnian felt a little fascinated.
Not to mention Yu Xiangyang, a straight man who has never been with that woman, he would definitely be completely fascinated by her.
Yu Xiangnian smiled and said, "Maybe."
But in my heart I was saying: Wow! This Xia Qingyun is a powerful woman.
With just a few words, she acted like a real girlfriend again, and Yu Xiangyang was definitely completely subdued by her.
Xia Qingyun looked at the telegram in Yu Xiangnian's hand and asked, "Is there any news about Yu Xiangyang and the others?"
Yu Xiangnianxin said, if there is any news, won’t you know it before me?!
"No, it's my personal telegram." She put on a fake smile, unwilling to talk any more. "I have something else to do. We'll talk next time we have a chance."
Xia Qingyun said: "Okay, when Xiangyang comes back, we can go out and play together."
Yu Xiangnian nodded and walked towards the family compound, feeling a little worried about Yu Xiangyang's personal problems.
Zhao Ruozhu probably wouldn't agree with Yu Xiangyang and Xia Qingyun dating.
Xia Qingyun has a good appearance and seems to be very warm and generous to others.
But Yu Xiangnian always felt that her enthusiasm and generosity seemed to be specially trained, not from the bottom of her heart, which made people not interested in her enthusiasm.
Moreover, every word she spoke emphasized her relationship with Yu Xiangyang, which was too scheming.
Even Yu Xiangnian can sense it, let alone Zhao Ruozhu, no demons or monsters can escape her eyes.
When Yu Xiangnian returned home, he began looking for Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance slips.
She will use the address above to transfer the money tomorrow.
There was nothing of Cheng Jingmo in her room, so Yu Xiangnian could only go to Xiaojie's room to look for it.
Xiaojie's room is simply furnished with a bed and a large cabinet.
The cabinet is used to store Xiaojie and Cheng Jingmo's clothes.
The cabinet door opens upwards, and when closed, it can be used as a table to place things, write, or read.
How can there be a remittance slip for a room that can be seen at a glance?
It was Xiaojie who pulled out a locked wooden box from under the bed. "My uncle's things are all packed in here."
Since the wooden box is locked, the things inside must be important or private to Cheng Jingmo.
Yu Xiangnian respected Cheng Jingmo's privacy and put the wooden box back under the bed.
The next morning, she went to the post office.
There were a lot of people in the post office in that era, sending letters, making phone calls, sending telegrams, transferring money... All communication between people had to go through the post office.
Yu Xiangnian finally got in line and told the staff about the situation. He wanted to ask her to help check Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance slips, but the other party claimed to be too busy and refused in a blunt attitude.
The people queuing behind him kept urging him to leave, so Yu Xiangnian had no choice but to step out.
Just as she was wondering what to do, she heard someone calling her, "Comrade Xiaoyu."
Yu Xiangnian turned around and saw that it was the newspaper director Zhang Mingfeng.
Yu Xiangnian met Zhang Mingfeng through Qiu Yang's introduction, and later they had contact several times because of translation manuscripts.
Yu Xiangnian greeted him with a smile, "Director Zhang, are you here to do business as well?"
Zhang Mingfeng was a man in his forties, with a kind smile. "I'm sending some money back to my parents back home. What about you?"
Yu Xiangnian smiled awkwardly and said, "Me too. I just don't know the address, so I wanted to ask them to look it up, but they were too busy to help."
Zhang Mingfeng heard the hidden meaning.
The reason Yu Xiangnian said so much was that he wanted to ask him if he could help.
"I happen to know their director, otherwise I can ask for you."
Yu Xiangnian smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, Director Zhang, thank you so much."
Zhang Mingfeng took Yu Xiangnian out of the post office lobby and came to the second floor of a small bungalow. There was an office with a sign on the door that read "Director's Office".
Zhang Mingfeng knocked on the already open door, and a man inside raised his head from the desk.
The man looked to be about thirty-four or thirty-five, with side-parted hair, a square face, and a pair of black-framed glasses.
"Hey! Lao Zhang, what brings you here? Come in!"
Zhang Mingfeng brought Yu Xiangnian into the office and said with a smile, "I'm here to cause you trouble."
The man was startled when he saw Yu Xiangnian, and his eyes lit up under his black-framed glasses, "Who is this?"
Zhang Mingfeng began to introduce, "This is Comrade Yu Xiangnian, our newspaper's external translator."
He then introduced Yu Xiangnian, "This is Yang Wanli, Director Yang from the Post Office."
Yang Wanli and Yu Xiangnian shook hands and greeted each other.
Yang Wanli asked Zhang Mingfeng and Yu Xiangnian to sit down, and Zhang Mingfeng told them about Yu Xiangnian's situation.
It’s different when you have a leader to help you.
Yang Wanli made an internal call, and ten minutes later a man came up with Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance slip.
Yu Xiangnian took out a piece of paper and pen to write down the address, preparing to transfer the money to this address later.
Yang Wanli said, "Comrade Yu, don't bother. Just give the money to him and let him handle it. I guarantee it will be transferred to you."
Yu Xiangnian thought this was too special and declined, "No need, I'll do it later."
Yang Wanli said, "Comrade Yu, it's just a small matter, don't be polite to me."
Seeing the two people pushing and shoving each other, Zhang Mingfeng intervened and said, "I also happen to need to remit some money, so I'd like to trouble this comrade to help me."
Yu Xiangnian added, "I have another telegram to send."
Yang Wanli said, "Let's do it together."
Yu Xiangnian couldn't refuse anymore, so she took out sixty yuan and fifty cents from her bag and handed it to the man.
"This sixty yuan is for remittance, and this fifty cents is for the telegram fee." Yu Xiangnian thought for a moment and said, "Just write the content of the telegram: Be well, Cheng Jingmo."
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