"Qingqing, it's you." After looking at it for a long time, He Xiangdong spit out these words.

Although she hasn't seen each other almost every year, Zhou Qingqing is still as pure and lovely as she first met, with a smile on her face. She is pretty and lovely on her cheeks. She is still so beautiful, so cute, and so tender.

Zhou Qingqing smiled, raised the white plastic bag in her hand and said, "When I first came, I saw that there were Shandong pancakes selling them. There were quite a lot of people. I remember you heard you like to eat before, and I said that this is not the same as your Tianjin pancakes. Come and try it. Oh, yes, I also went to the small restaurant next to buy some food and came back, and I rolled it up and ate it. You probably didn't have lunch."

He Xiangdong didn't know how he took the food from Zhou Qingqing's hand. Since he came in, he was a little confused and at a loss. He couldn't hear anything, his head buzzed, and he seemed to have lost his ability to think, but his eyes were staring at her.

She was a little crazy. At that time, the curtain appeared in front of her eyes. In the starry night, she listened quietly to her past stories, and could not forget the gentle and quiet smile under her white skirt. At that night, she cried and hugged herself, and could not forget the bitterness of powerlessness.

I have thought countless times about what it would be like if I met Zhou Qingqing again. Maybe I was happy, maybe I was excited, maybe I just smiled slightly, maybe I was passing by like a passerby.

Maybe, maybe.

Maybe it's all maybe

He Xiangdong's memories were flooding, his eyes turned red, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything. Zhou Qingqing also looked at He Xiangdong quietly. At first, he was still smiling, but not long after, he couldn't laugh, and his eyes were also red.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and there was no one else in the world.

Su Xiaoya opened her mouth wide and looked at the two of them in shock.

Zhang Wenhai looked back and forth on the two of them with suspicious eyes, but he never stopped.

Guo Qing was just stunned at first, then reacted and immediately looked up at He Xiangdong's high mountain, with admiration in his eyes.

After a while, Zhang Wenhai frowned and coughed heavily: "Cough."

He Xiangdong and Zhou Qingqing came to their senses only and moved their eyes away from each other. He Xiangdong paused, thinking a lot, but didn't know how to speak. Finally, he just said in a hoarse voice: "Long time no see."

Zhou Qingqing's cheeks were slightly red, but they became even more lovely. She nodded and said, "Yes."

The two fell silent again, but they were not embarrassed, but instead had a quiet warmth.

Su Xiaoya looked at the two of them and asked Zhou Qingqing: "Qingqing, do you know Mr. He?"

Zhou Qingqing whispered: "Well, he is the person I told you."

"Is it him?" Su Xiaoya opened her mouth wide and looked at He Xiangdong in surprise.

Zhou Qingqing's words were too ambiguous. He Xiangdong felt a little nervous. Who is that person? Who?

After hearing this, Zhang Wenhai's face was lingering. Guo Qing showed the admirational look that was indeed not as expected.

It was time for dinner. Zhou Qingqing bought a lot and ate it with Shandong pancakes on the small table in the backstage. Fan Wenquan, who sold tickets, also called it back.

The atmosphere at the dining table was a bit subtle, no one spoke, and each had their own thoughts. Fan Wenquan had just come to the backstage and didn't know what was going on. Look at Zhang Wenhai with a long face, He Xiangdong with a complicated expression, and then look at the two girls who just arrived, and his disciple who had become an idiot. He frowned and didn't understand anything, so he couldn't speak.

Everyone ate it silently. The pancakes brought by Zhou Qingqing were slightly put. They were no longer as crispy as they were just out of the pot. They were a little tough, but they were still very fragrant. The dishes she bought were also very spicy, and they were very appetizing with the pancakes.

Before I could eat too much, Wu Xiao, who had not washed his hair for several months, came in. He Xiangdong greeted him and said, "Come on, sit down and have dinner."

Wu Xiao was still holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, his face was bleak and his eyes were far-reaching. Anyway, no one was like this, but what he said this time was really human words: "The Cultural Bureau is here."

He Xiangdong frowned: "What are they here?"

Zhang Wenhai thought for a while and said, "It should be the last special event. Your focus is on amusing, not on publicity."

He Xiangdong said little by little, "It should be true. Didn't no one see you last time?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "Well, can anyone report anyone who said what anyone is doing outside? They are so crowded."

He Xiangdong said: "I'll go and have a look."

Fan Wenquan stopped him and said, "Don't go, you are the direct person involved. If you go, you can't explain it clearly. Let us two old men go. It should not be a big deal, just explain it clearly."

Zhang Wenhai thought for a while, then looked at Wu Xiao who was smoking on the door frame, and pointed at him and said, "Let the person who can't speak humans follow you."

Wu Xiao leaned against the door frame and smoked a cigarette, turned his head and looked at Zhang Wenhai's eyes melancholy.

Fan Wenquan also decided to let this man do the best. At that moment, he didn't care whether Wu Xiao was willing or not. He pulled him out and dragged him out. Wu Xiao did not struggle, but the melancholy expression on his face became even more serious.

There was a small aisle at the entrance of the theater. Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan hid in the aisle. Before they entered, they put Wu Xiao in alone. Before they came in, they repeatedly told him that they would let Wu Xiao knock the person away.

Wu Xiao rarely objected, but just walked into the theater with little interest. The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties, named Xu Sihai, Deputy Section Chief Xu, and He Xiangdong had dealt with him many times. He was not bad, but he was meticulous and serious in his work, and he followed the rules and was absolutely not favorable. Therefore, he was still a small deputy section chief in the department for so many years.

He was wearing a pair of thick round-frame glasses, with a serious expression, a white shirt on his upper body, black trousers on his lower body, and a belt that had been pulled down from his belly button. It was very old-fashioned. He looked at Wu Xiao who came in and said, "Didn't your boss come?"

Wu Xiao smoked a cigarette in melancholy and slowly vomited it out. He slowly groped in his pocket and made a cigarette butt. He Xiangdong bought him a few packs of cigarettes, but he never smoked it and still picked up cigarette butts. He didn't know what he thought.

He took out a Chinese one from the cigarette butt and handed it to Xu Sihai, saying, "Do you smoke?"

Xu Sihai immediately frowned: "Cigarette butt?"

Wu Xiao smiled self-deprecatingly and said slowly: "It's not a cigarette butt, it's just a residual molt of the cigarette. Maybe it's just a moment, but it can't be abandoned."

"Ha?" Xu Sihai was stunned and didn't understand.

Wu Xiao said to himself: "It's splendor that passes, but what's left is being despised, alas."

"Ah?" Xu Sihai's entire face wrinkled, and he didn't understand anything.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan were in the aisle at the entrance door, peeking into the small window. Seeing this scene, the two bad old men almost laughed.

It's a sin.

It's so evil. It's to be continued.
Chapter completed!