Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"Thank you, Comrade Lin." Jiuli's smile deepened but was quickly covered up. "I'll wait for you over there."

Lin Xinghua was left staring at Jiuli's back in a daze. After getting the meal, he said something to Wu Mantun and quickly followed. Wu Mantun's outstretched hand froze. "Why did you take the meal with you if you just left?"

Isn't this for him? He reached out and touched the back of his head. Well, he couldn't think about things that weren't his own. He should just go back and eat his own little pickles.

The wind was blowing hard on the roadside, with a salty smell, and the moonlight stretched the shadows of the two people into long lines.

"We're here so soon?" When he reached the door, Lin Xinghua's eyes had a hint of disappointment. He had never felt that this road was short before, so why did it feel so close today?

"What are you thinking about? That's why you think it's close? This road is obviously the same as before," Jiuli turned her head to look at Lin Xinghua, "I'm here, you should hurry back too."

"Okay," Lin Xinghua suppressed his thoughts and waited for a long time after Jiuli closed the door before leaving.

This was already Jiuli's third day of rest. She got up early to get breakfast and sat by the window reading a book in her hand.

Labaniang, who felt more and more unwilling to give up in the past two days, did something big. After carefully calculating the time, she made a decision, put it into practice, and even extended the time.

After the training, Lin Xinghua continued to deliver firewood to Jiuli, rain or shine. The pile of firewood outside was visibly stacked up, and he could successfully enter the house.

"I have to go back to work tomorrow, and it may take half a month or a month." In the evening, Lin Xinghua sent Jiuli back as usual.

On the way, Jiuli suddenly spoke, which made Lin Xinghua, who was smiling foolishly beside her, feel a little reluctant, but he knew that he could not stop her.

"Don't worry, just go ahead. I will take good care of your yard for you," Lin Xinghua patted his chest.

"Thank you for your help, Comrade Lin. I'll treat you to a meal when you get out." Jiuli raised her eyes, looking very trusting.

"No trouble, no trouble," Lin Xinghua waved his hand. He wished he could be bothered like this every day, so that it would show that he would always be the first person she thought of.

"As for treating us to a meal, there's no need to do that. We can just eat in the cafeteria. There's no need to spend too much money." Lin Xinghua made his own wishful thinking, "Bring the food from the cafeteria back to eat."

Then he thought that the two of them had not yet confirmed their relationship, so he changed his mind and decided to just bring it back to eat. He went to prepare some meat.

"Okay, I'll treat you to a meal, and of course you can eat whatever you like," Jiuli stood at the door and pushed it open, "I'll go back first, and we'll see each other in a few days."

"Oh." Lin Xinghua smiled in a worthless manner, touched her chest, secretly said that she was really disappointing, and laughed out loud again. She made an appointment with herself to see each other next time.

Is he interested in me? Oh, hey, on the way back, I happened to meet Laba who was coming back from work. I came up with a plan, and I beat him up from behind, and then I walked away feeling refreshed.

The next morning, Jiuli had just changed her clothes and stepped into the office next to Mr. Yang when she was called over by Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang didn't say anything, but just looked Jiuli up and down.

"Are you really okay?" He didn't forget to ask a few more questions. If they were really scared, wouldn't he skin those people alive? !

"It's nothing serious. I was just scared at the time. I've never seen anyone like him before," Jiuli's face turned pale.

Old Yang really had nothing to say about this. Old Jiang raised this girl very well, but she was too naive and a little timid. Ye An and Wang Pan were not good at dealing with such a woman.

That was a problem, he had to figure out a way to solve it.

"Girl, you don't have a lover, right?" Old Yang asked tentatively. If there was a powerful boy, it might be different.

Seeing Jiuli's slightly red cheeks, she looked like she was in love for the first time, and she had a bad feeling. Who? Who took their juicy cabbage? ? ?

"It hasn't been confirmed yet. There's nothing even started. Why are you talking about this? Didn't I already have a fiancé?" Jiuli said with just the right amount of doubt and uneasiness.

When it comes to this, Old Yang fell into silence inexplicably. This was all arranged by Old He. God knows what happened to those people. In fact, Commander He didn't have the courage to tell Old Yang at all.

"Well, just pretend I didn't ask. You can't hang out with those who don't know how to live," Old Yang quickly led him over. "By the way, your room is next to mine. You can go and take a rest if you're tired. A healthy body will help you do better."

"Then I won't disturb Mr. Yang and will go out first," Jiuli suggested leaving after talking for a while.

"Go ahead. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me." Although he said that, he also recognized the people that Lao Jiang approved of.

His face darkened. It was obvious that he had a crush on someone just now. But he hoped it wasn't the boy he was thinking of. There were many more girls who liked that kind of guy with a pretty face.

After thinking about it again, he realized that a word or two from him wouldn't have much impact. At most, he could just keep an eye on the boy in the future. Even if that guy wanted to do something, he would have to be considerate.

The days of research at the base passed quickly. It became normal to walk around in a hurry and forget to eat.

It was still late autumn when she came in, and it was early winter when she left. Jiuli felt alive only when she returned to her room in the family compound. The road she had walked on was really cold.

"Master, don't move." Ling Ling used the stove to slightly heat the towel, and then conjured up two big hands to gently wipe Jiuli's hair.

"You can sit down now. I've already turned on the stove and it will be warm soon." Ling Ling was as busy as a little top.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lingling." Jiuli took the hot bean paste bun and ate it in small bites. "It's much colder here."

"It's okay when it's not windy, but when it's windy it sometimes brings sand and dust, and the ships carrying supplies arrive later than usual," Ling Ling skillfully turned over the peanuts on the stove.

"It's quite sad." Jiuli recalled the time in the 1970s. Compared with this, that time could be said to be heaven.

When the lights were on in the house, the neighbors knew that the person had returned. The news spread quickly, and no one went to the hall to do anything. After all, asking around was not a good thing.

"Aunt Mancang, why are you here?" Jiuli heard the noise, opened the door, and looked a little surprised.

"I saw you light the lantern, so I thought you were back." Aunt Mancang shook the basket in her hand. "I thought your house was empty, so I guess you haven't had your meal yet, right?"

After walking in, he spoke mysteriously, "I made tofu and fried dough dumplings at home. You can try them. I carried them all the way here in my arms. They are hot. If they taste good, I will bring them back to you."