Copywriting:
Warm and relaxing text. Excerpt: One whistle, two whistles, a whole whistle sounded, and they looked up. In the corridor on the fourth floor of the flight building, a group of air force pilots in green clothes and blue trousers were waving their hands towards them, whistling... The young ones smiled wildly.
Qin Weiming happened to be on the building. He also laughed with everyone, but did not whistle. He stared at Han Mei, her posture was still so elegant. He has never missed anyone other than his family. In the past week, her face: nervous, smiling, shy, appeared in front of him from time to time, making him at a loss.
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