Zhou Fansheng accepted the silk bag without knowing it, with doubts in his eyes: "I don't know how to call you miss?"
"My surname is Zhou, sir." The loneliness in the words was gently taken away, leaving no trace.
"What a coincidence, my surname is also Zhou. So, Miss Zhou, Fansheng bids you farewell and looks forward to seeing you again next time." Zhou Fansheng raised the beret on his head with his right hand, gave her a slight signal, and strode out of the alley.
Looking at the departing figure of the man in front of her, the plain-faced woman murmured: "We will meet again."
Relatives and friends in Peiping ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
The cover picture is the bound cute baby artist @SHARRED, courtesy of Momoza (* ￣3) (ε￣ *)
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