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team leader is testing the equipment himself again?" Zhang Weiqin looked like he was used to it. Seeing Liang Qingqing looking at him in confusion, he smiled and explained, "It happens all the time. When the announcer is not here, he will go on stage."

Liang Qingqing opened her mouth in surprise and said in astonishment, "The person inside is Team Leader Song? He is quite professional."

"My mother is the head of the Shanghai Broadcasting Bureau. I have been influenced by her since I was a child. How could he not be professional?" Zhang Weiqin lowered his voice and blinked at Liang Qingqing, "I heard that he came to the Cultural Bureau because he had a quarrel with his family, otherwise he would have joined the Broadcasting Bureau to inherit the business."

Zhang Weiqin could casually talk about such a private matter of his boss, which made Liang Qingqing have a deeper understanding of his mouth that could not keep secrets. She laughed dryly twice and did not respond. Instead, she changed the subject and said, "Let's go in first."

"Okay." The two of them pushed the door open one after another, moving very quietly, but still interrupting the flow of people in the room.

"Comrade Liang, you're here?" A team member greeted them, and then exclaimed like Zhang Weiqun before: "You look so beautiful today."

Liang Qingqing pretended to smile shyly, skipped the topic, turned her head and said tentatively to Song Shenglin: "Me?"

Hearing this, Song Shenglin retracted his surprised look, nodded, and gave his seat to Liang Qingqing, "I tried for a few minutes, and there was no major problem, but sometimes there would be noise. You try again. If there is still noise, let the technician take a look."

Liang Qingqing took a deep breath, took the manuscript handed to her by Song Shenglin, and began to read aloud word by word into the microphone. Her voice was light and ethereal, and her Mandarin was standard and fluent, full of emotion, and there was a refreshing comfort in the ears.

Song Shenglin leaned on the edge of the table, tapping the tabletop lightly with his fingertips, looking at Liang Qingqing with admiration in his eyes. He had not met such an excellent announcer for a long time. It was beyond his expectation that he could meet him in Changbei Province this time.

Such talents might be suitable for a bigger stage.

After the equipment was debugged, there was indeed a noise problem. The technician said it would take two days to fix it, so they could only postpone the recording and broadcasting work. It happened that at this time, their colleagues who wrote the script said that they lacked materials and needed the cultural bureau of the county town to provide more detailed materials, so they left the provincial capital separately. Unable to

record and broadcast, Liang Qingqing thought that she would be idle for a few days, but was called by Tian Fengchun to explain other tasks.

"Fujin County is your hometown. You just happened to accompany Team Leader Song on a trip and deliver a document to the County Broadcasting Bureau."

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing's eyes consciously swept to Song Shenglin who was sitting on the other end of the sofa. The latter stood straight, and every part of him was dignified and elegant. It seemed that he had no opinion on this matter at all. He was fine.

Liang Qingqing wanted to refuse, but Tian Fengchun took the initiative to speak, so even if she was reluctant, she could only nod and agree. After everything settled, she felt that this was a good job. If she had the chance, she could also take time to visit Fan Yanxing.

Thinking of this, the smile on Liang Qingqing's face finally felt real.

Song Shenglin, who had seen all her little movements, curled his lips, inexplicably curious about the reason for her ups and downs in emotions, but unfortunately he would not ask, and she might not answer.

After the two came out of Tian Fengchun's office, they went straight to the bus station, ready to go and come back the same day. If there were too many material files, they also brought relevant documents, so they could stay in the guesthouse in the county for one night and come back the next day.

"I bought some food, do you want some?" Liang Qingqing took out two oil-paper bags from her bag and handed them to Song Shenglin, who shook his head and politely declined, "I don't want any, thank you."

"Okay." Liang Qingqing thought he was embarrassed, until the car started and she glanced at him inadvertently, and found that Song Shenglin was leaning against the seat with his eyes closed weakly, his face pale.

She was very familiar with this look, because she was exactly the same as him when she was carsick because she couldn't get used to the tractor.

Liang Qingqing looked around and finally saw a woman in the front row with a few oranges in her bag. She took out her snacks and wanted to exchange them with the woman. The woman was reluctant at first, until she saw that she was holding an egg cake. She pretended to refuse and then relented.

"Smelling the orange peel will make you feel better and not so dizzy." Liang Qingqing peeled the orange and stuffed the orange peel into Song Shenglin's hand. Their fingertips touched for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he uttered a word of thanks.

"You're welcome." Liang Qingqing threw the orange into her mouth. The mouth was filled with something, which made her words a little unclear. Seeing this, Song Shenglin raised the corners of his lips slightly and murmured, "Comrade Liang, you are really interesting."

"Huh? What did you say just now?" She was concentrating on eating the orange, and the driver just happened to honk the horn, and the shrill sound of the whistle filled her ears, so she didn't hear what Song Shenglin said.

He shook his head, "Nothing."

Liang Qingqing shrugged, not taking it to heart, squinting her eyes and carefully tasting the sweet orange. It was not sour or astringent, and it was full of orange flavor in the mouth, like a touch of warm color in winter, slowly spreading in the mouth.

When the two arrived at Fujin County, Song Shenglin seemed to have lost half his life and felt weak even when walking. Liang Qingqing hurriedly asked him to rest for a while, and then the two set off again.

"Team Leader Song, your motion sickness is a bit serious. I suggest you go to the hospital to get some medicine to prevent or relieve motion sickness. It never hurts to be prepared." Liang Qingqing is not a talkative person, but seeing that Song Shenglin was so uncomfortable, she kindly reminded him.

Hearing Liang Qingqing's words, Song Shenglin nodded and said in a weak voice: "Thank you for your kindness. I always have medicine with me, but I just finished taking it. I don't have time to go to the hospital to buy it recently..."

Today's itinerary was a temporary decision, and he was also forced to get in the car.

"Okay, then I'll go to the hospital with you first, and then we'll go to the Cultural Bureau." Liang Qingqing was very considerate. Seeing that Song Shenglin was about to refuse, she quickly said, "If we don't go now, the hospital will be closed later, and we'll have to go tomorrow, which will waste time."

These words successfully stopped Song Shenglin from saying anything. He paused for a while, feeling less uncomfortable, and the two slowly walked to the hospital.

Since Fan Yanxing had been hospitalized for a few days before, Liang Qingqing was quite familiar with the county hospital. The two quickly saw a doctor, paid for the medicine, and then walked to the Cultural Bureau.

After Song Shenglin took the medicine, he regained his vitality, and his previous fragile side could not be seen at all.

When they arrived at the Cultural Bureau, they explained their purpose to the guard and showed their credentials. Then they were led to a reception room. Soon, the Cultural Bureau leader met them and asked someone to bring them the documents they needed.

Liang Qingqing was acting as a vase beside them, listening to Song Shenglin and the Cultural Bureau leader talking casually. Her thoughts were flying and she was in a trance until she saw a familiar figure through the open door. Then she gathered her mind.

Her sudden standing up interrupted their conversation. Seeing that the two men were looking at her in confusion, she quickly made up an excuse, "I want to go to the restroom."

"The restroom is on the right, turn left, and you will see it if you go straight."

"Okay, thank you."

Liang Qingqing rushed out of the door and trotted quickly in the direction she had just seen. Seeing that the figure was about to disappear around the corner, she couldn't help but blurt out his name, "Fan Yanxing!"

The man paused, then immediately turned around. When he saw her, his eyes widened, "Qingqing?"

Both of them recognized each other, and both showed surprised smiles on their lips. The person next to Fan Yanxing saw that they knew each other, and looked at him for a while, then at her, and finally fell on Fan Yanxing.

"This is my wife, Comrade Liang Qingqing."

"Hello."

"Hello."

After greeting each other, Fan Yanxing's colleague took the initiative to leave first, and for a moment, they were the only two people left in the courtyard.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two seemed to have telepathy and asked the same question at almost the same time.

Liang Qingqing covered her lips and smiled, and took the lead in explaining the reason, "I was just about to finish my work here and then go to see you, who knew that I would run into you here by chance."

"My colleagues and I came here to check the accounts, and were about to leave when I heard your voice. I thought I heard it wrong at first, but it turned out to be you." Fan Yanxing smiled, "Luckily we met here, otherwise I would have to trouble you to make another trip." After

a brief chat, Liang Qingqing leaned against a big tree nearby and put her hands in her pockets, "I guess I'll have my New Year's holiday after I finish this."

"We'll celebrate the New Year here first, and then go to Beijing. This requires reporting and approval in advance. I'll teach you how to do it then." When Fan Yanxing mentioned this, there was an unmelted anticipation in his eyes. Liang Qingqing saw it and couldn't help but joked, "Why do you look so happy?"

"Of course I'm happy, because this is our first Spring Festival and the first time I take you back to Beijing. It means something different." Fan Yanxing glanced at her righteously, and then his eyes curved into a crescent shape, "Besides, haven't you always wanted to see what Beijing looks like? This is a great opportunity to take you to see it."

At this point, Liang Qingqing couldn't help but look forward to it. How different was Beijing in the 1970s from later generations? She was so curious, it was like opening a blind box, making her uneasy and nervous.

"We have to come back before my second brother and his family get married. I promised to do Yali's makeup and hairstyling."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't delay you."

The two chatted for an unknown amount of time before Liang Qingqing stopped talking and agreed to go home directly next time she was on vacation. They were about to say goodbye, but before either of them could open their mouths, they heard Song Shenglin's voice not far away.

"Comrade Liang?"

Then, a tall figure appeared at the corner, and the three of them bumped into each other, looking at each other with different expressions.

"Who is this?" Song Shenglin looked at the extremely close distance between the two people, and his heart suddenly jumped for no reason. An answer was about to come out in his mind, but he quickly rejected his guess. He took