Song Shenglin

Parting is always sad. The weather changed after being sunny for several days. It started to drizzle early the next morning. The temperature dropped a lot. Liang Qingqing changed into a big cotton jacket and took an umbrella with Fan Yanxing to the county town.

Xiao Jinhua and his friends had packed their luggage long ago. When they arrived, they set off in the direction of the train station.

"See you on the Spring Festival." Xiao Jinhua took Liang Qingqing's hand and patted it. After telling her to call them often, he reluctantly entered the station.

Watching them disappear at the door, Liang Qingqing suddenly became depressed. She stood there for a long time before she sighed with emotion, "Your family is really good to me."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing shook her hand and smiled faintly, "They are also your family."

The two looked at each other and curled their lips tacitly.

The wedding leave passed in a flash, and Liang Qingqing and Fan Yanxing returned to their respective jobs and lived a tormenting period of only seeing each other once a week.

"Happy wedding."

"Thank you."

Since the last business trip was successfully completed, Liang Qingqing's name has become famous in the Provincial Radio Bureau. Smart people can also see that Tian Fengchun has the idea of ​​training her as a successor, and for a while, there are many people around her who show goodwill.

"The more this is the case, the more we need to do things in a down-to-earth manner." Tian Fengchun sat behind the desk and pointed with a pen in the direction of Liang Qingqing. In response to this reminder, the latter smiled modestly, "I will definitely listen to the teacher."

Tian Fengchun nodded with satisfaction, and then changed the subject: "In two days, a team from Shanghai will come to collect local customs and cultures, and a professional announcer is needed to record the materials. I have recommended you to the bureau. Do you have any ideas?"

"Of course, I want to go." Liang Qingqing's eyes lit up and she agreed without hesitation.

How meaningful it is to be able to record your own voice and listen to it when you are old? Compared to doing other jobs, Liang Qingqing is more willing to do this.

Tian Fengchun laughed. This girl in front of him probably didn't know the ins and outs of this. If the old hands in the bureau were given this tough job, they would all run very fast. Only she was so excited and positive.

But the job was tough, but the rewards were also high. Most of the time, the effort and reward were proportional.

"They will be here the day after tomorrow morning. You and Xiao Yang will go to the train station to pick them up then."

Xiao Yang is the full-time driver of the bureau. Usually, he is free except for picking up and dropping off leaders. Now he and she are sent to pick up people together. It is estimated that there will be important people in the other team. In just a few seconds, Liang Qingqing figured out the key points, straightened her expression, nodded and said, "Okay."

With Tian Fengchun's advice, Liang Qingqing got up early on the day of picking up people. She tied her long hair behind her head, revealing her whole face. She wore a sweater over a shirt, autumn pants and trousers, and a black coat, which was warm and capable.

Normally when she is working, she will wear the simplest outfit, which will weaken her age and appearance to the greatest extent. Although the effect may not be very good, it can more or less highlight her ability, which is enough. She

looked left and right in front of the small mirror, and finally added a little light lipstick to make her look more healthy.

The weather has been getting colder recently. After staying outdoors for a long time, her hands are cold. Liang Qingqing waited at the gate, rubbing her hands while breathing out and chatting with Lao Ding. On the first day she came to the radio station, she gave Lao Ding some things. She would greet him every time she passed by the door. The relationship between the two became better and better. As long as someone came to the bureau to find her, Lao Ding would enthusiastically show her the way and tell her as soon as possible.

Seeing Lao Yang driving up, Liang Qingqing said goodbye to Lao Ding and got in the car.

The train station was not far from the broadcasting bureau, and soon they arrived at the gate. Liang Qingqing got off the train alone, carrying the cakes she bought at the supply and marketing cooperative, while Lao Yang stayed by the train.

The train station was still crowded with people carrying luggage everywhere. Liang Qingqing couldn't help but take a curious look when she saw someone holding a sign. Facing so many eyes, she seemed calm and composed, and even had the time to count the number of people. Finally, when she counted to the 45th person, she noticed several men and women in military coats coming out of the door.

They all carried suitcases, were dressed similarly, and had the same tiredness on their faces.

Liang Qingqing had a hunch that they were the ones she was going to meet today. She subconsciously looked at the leading man. He was tall, estimated to be over 1.85 meters tall, with a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, long and thick eyelashes, and a small mole under his eyes, which added a bit of sexiness. His eyebrows

and eyes were majestic, his facial features were deep and majestic, and the military coat on him made him look even more imposing. Liang Qingqing couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Before she could look away, the other party looked at her fiercely, and just one look made her back cold.

The next second, the man strode towards her. Seeing this, Liang Qingqing swallowed her saliva and clenched the sign in her hand.

"Hello, comrade. My name is Song Shenglin, and I am the team leader for this mission." Song Shenglin extended his hand to Liang Qingqing, and then smiled in a friendly manner, as if the icy look just now did not come from him at all.

Liang Qingqing secretly twitched her lips, marveling at his speed of changing his expression, but she also smiled: "Hello, comrade Song, my name is Liang Qingqing, and I am the announcer in charge of recording this time."

The two people's hands touched and then separated, and then introduced each other before walking to the parking place.

"This is our Changbei Province's specialty cake, you try it? It's sweet but not greasy, and it can fill your stomach." Liang Qingqing took out the cakes she had prepared long ago and distributed one to each person. She had inquired about the number of people in advance, so each portion was wrapped in a separate oil paper, which was especially convenient and clean.

"Thank you, Comrade Liang, you are thoughtful."

After a series of thanks, a boy with a buzz cut turned his head and smiled at Liang Qingqing, saying, "Comrade Liang has a very smart mind. It seems that our future cooperation will be very smooth."

Liang Qingqing smiled and pursed her lips, but did not respond. Zhang Weiqin pointed to the sign in her hand cheerfully, "Comrade Liang, this is also the idea you came up with, right? If we hadn't seen this sign, we wouldn't know where to find someone to pick us up."

"I was afraid that this situation would happen, so I made a temporary sign." This method is very common in later generations, and she just used it.

"Our team leader likes to deal with smart people. It seems that we will be much more relaxed in the future." Zhang Weiqin blinked at Liang Qingqing, as if he meant something else.

After he finished speaking, Song Shenglin glanced at Zhang Weiqin, who pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing this, Liang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. She really couldn't deal with such a person who was so awesome when she first met him, because she would be so embarrassed that she wouldn't know how to respond. So now it seems that Comrade Song's eye-killing trick is still very useful.

Several people got in the car and headed straight to the state-owned hotel. The bureau had already booked a seat and a private room. In addition to Liang Qingqing, there was also a leader from the bureau. They inevitably drank a few glasses of wine while chatting and laughing.

The alcohol content of the wine was high and the aftereffect was strong. When Liang Qingqing realized this, her mind was already a little unclear. She used the excuse of going to the toilet to exit the private room, looked around, and finally decided to go to the end of the corridor to get some fresh air.

This state-owned hotel has three floors in total. It adopts a Chinese retro decoration style. It is grand and stylish. It is the first choice for various business units in the city to entertain.

Liang Qingqing walked over holding onto the wall, and when she got there, she found a man standing in the corner. Hearing the noise, the man turned around abruptly, and when they looked at each other, there was a flash of surprise and embarrassment in both of their eyes.

She remembered that the man also used the excuse of going to the bathroom, but the bathroom was in two directions from here.

It seemed that he was also hiding from the crowd.

"I'll go back first." Liang Qingqing immediately stopped thinking about blowing the wind to sober up, nodded slightly to Song Shenglin, and was about to go back to the private room, but he stopped her.

"You stay here, I'm done."

Only then did Liang Qingqing see the half-burned cigarette in his hand. Song Shenglin's hands were particularly beautiful, thin and slender, and the movement of flicking the ash was smooth and full of tension.

She only glanced at him and then looked away. After all, she had seen better-looking hands in Fan Yanxing's.

"Okay." He lied with his eyes half closed. Liang Qingqing pretended to be ignorant and watched him put out his cigarette and turn away.

When the man completely disappeared from her sight, Liang Qingqing gradually relaxed, leaned against the wall with her straight back, and exhaled.

The faint smell of cigarettes lingering at the tip of her nose made her frown uncomfortably.

It was cold outside, so she returned to the private room after a short stay. The people inside were still drinking and chatting. Zhang Weiqin was the most active among them. He almost stood on the table and talked a lot. He talked about the customs of Shanghai, the desert in the northwest, the ice and snow in the north...

Their group traveled all over the country and basically saw all the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Liang Qingqing listened with great interest and asked a few questions from time to time. When talking about what delicious food there was in Xinjiang City, Zhang Weiqin was stuck. The others thought for a long time and could only come up with two or three. Just when she wanted to change the topic, Song Shenglin, who was sitting next to the main seat, spoke.

"Baked naan, big plate of chicken, pilaf, yogurt dumplings, milk tea, mutton..."

After his reminder, Zhang Weiqin finally remembered. His face flushed. He didn't know what he thought of. He said excitedly: "Especially the roasted whole lamb. You don't know how delicious it is. The lamb actually has a milky flavor, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's the first time I've eaten lamb without the smell of mutton. It's amazing."

"Hahaha, I want to try it if I have a chance." Hearing him say this, Liang Qingqing remembered the roasted whole lamb she had eaten in Xinjiang City in her previous life, and swallowed unconsciously.

A light laugh suddenly rang in my ears. Looking over, I saw the smile on Song Shenglin's lips that had not yet faded.

Liang Qingqing blushed slightly, knowing that he had seen her drooling face, but she could not blame him for doing so. Zhang Weiqin described it so vividly, and anyone who heard it would want to have a taste, right? Thinking of