Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The information provided by Zhao Lanxiang is very useful for Gu Shuoming.

He is an upright centrist who does not want to stand in line or follow the wrong leader. So he went to explore the wind, he chatted cheerfully with the leader and walked to the quiet tree-lined road, his cold face changed into a serious expression.

Oh, he really didn't want to waste the quota on Jiang Jianjun, but this time he really has to "waste" it.

Gu Shuoming intercepted the list submitted earlier, crossed out his name, and changed it to Jiang Jianjun.

The next day, he humbly said to the leader, "This opportunity should be reserved for talents. I feel dizzy when listening to the big speeches. Jiang Jianjun is quite educated, and he must be promising for further studies."

The leader has always favored Jiang Jianjun and is very satisfied with Gu Shuoming's "knowledge".

So Jiang Jianjun, who broke his hands and counted the days, made himself handsome and ready to go to see his "ex-wife," was suddenly notified that he was going to the capital by plane. He tried his best to fight with the leader for half a day.14

He took off the pine green uniform with a black face, put on a shirt without any wrinkles, and looked down at his watch.

He passed through the barracks and returned to the military compound, his steps are neat and his back is straight. Carrying two boxes of fruit nutrition and walking straight to the market, he got a lot of eyes on his body along the way. There are sparse people on the street setting up river lights, but not many. There are also couples who go out for a walk after eating to digest food. The festive atmosphere is very weak.

Soon he found Zhao Lanxiang's home according to his good memory.

He knocked on the door of the Zhao family, the door was clicked open, and Feng Lian's face was inside.

"You are?"

Feng Lian knew Jiang Jianjun. How could she not know the man who was chased by her silly girl? But she never talked to Jiang Jianjun officially, so she just closed her eyes and pretended not to know.

Jiang Jianjun introduced himself to his former mother-in-law, "My name is Jiang Jianjun, twenty-five years old this year, and I am in the rank of the company. I am a friend of Comrade Zhao Lanxiang, and I am dating..."1

Before he finished, Feng Lian interrupted him again.

She said indifferently, "Dating? When did you date?"

"My girl, Niuniu, has a marriage contract with Mister Zeng before."

Her tone was full of contempt like he is a wild man who treated her daughter shamelessly.

Jiang Jianjun nodded and asked, "Is Niuniu at home?"

Feng Lian said, "I asked her to send mooncakes, she is not here."

...

Feng Lian relied on her teacher's three-inch tongue, very qualified and reserved to shut out Jiang Jianjun and tell him to come tomorrow.

She closed the door and glanced into the room.

Zhao Lanxiang let out a sigh of relief in the room. She hid behind the curtain and could see the protruding figure downstairs at a glance. The cold street lights shone on his snow-white shirt, making his eyes colder and brighter.

Like the person, cold heart, and lungs.

He also has a day like today.

Zhao Lanxiang put down the empty mooncake box. She had already delivered the mooncakes and washed, and she went to bed without any psychological burden.

Before going to bed, she glanced out of the window, and the white and long shadow was still standing alone under the faint street lamp.

Zhao Lanxiang has a happy feeling in her heart.

Seeing this scene, she completely understood Jiang Jianjun's intentions. He thinks that she was still a silly girl who digs her heart out for him and wants to renew the relationship. She doesn't know how true that is.

It depends on how long he can stay downstairs.

At the moment, she kind of hoped that it would rain quickly, and the next downpour would let him taste the sadness and the bleakness.

Zhao Lanxiang thought so and quickly fell asleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet, she glanced out of the window. As expected, the street was drizzled and the glass windows were stained with misty raindrops. The faint moon was shrouded in dark clouds, completely hidden.

She glanced at the clock, and the hour hand pointed at eleven.

The person under the street lights has disappeared.

Zhao Lanxiang washed her face and turned to sleep.

Since he missed it himself, don't blame her for not being on time for the appointment. What Zhao Lanxiang wanted was this kind of time that happened to be missed. She didn't disappoint his "affection" nor did she came back to see Jiang Jianjun deliberately. At this point in his last life, Jiang Jianjun regretted that he missed this training, so she will let him train enough in this life. The year-long fully enclosed training is far away in the capital, and he can't fly to City N without wings.

By the end of year 77, Brother Bai would have survived the disaster, and she could be relieved without being so careful.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Lanxiang divided the mooncakes she made by herself into several portions, ten each. She made a total of ten kilograms of mooncakes. The flavors were quite rich, with lotus paste and egg yolk filling, barbecued pork with five kernels, and assorted fruit fillings. The last one is for little Huzi. The fruit used is the fresh mango, a specialty of City N, as well as the winter melon, hawthorn, and sweet pear bought here.

Feng Lian didn't believe that the moon cakes she made were edible, but after tasting it, she felt that it was more fragrant, sweeter and more delicious than the regular moon cakes issued by the school, and she liked eating moon cakes more and more.

Zhao Lanxiang left one moon cake for her grandparents, two for her family, and one for each of her uncles and aunts.

In the end, she found that Jiang Jianjun also needed mooncakes to "talk about her heart". As a fan of Jiang Jianjun who was "unable to eat" because of a missed appointment, she should compensate Jiang Jianjun.

Zhao Lanxiang deliberately evened out a few mango mooncakes that were eaten by little Huzi and found a decent box to wrap it up. She happily tied a bow with silk ribbon, it was decent and beautiful.

Jiang Jianjun should be very happy to receive this gift. After all, he said that the mango rolls are delicious in his last letter. He said so himself. Of course, Zhao Lanxiang "gently" obeyed his preferences.10

After dividing the mooncakes, she picked up the remaining ones and took them to Gu Shuoming.

She thought about it for a moment, then wrote a note and hide it inside the mooncake.

Since he chose Jiang Jianjun's rival as his backing, Zhao Lanxiang would of course take advantage of Jiang Jianjun's departure from the G military region to consolidate Gu Shuoming's position. She tried to recall the events of her previous life, cleared her mind, and wrote down a useful message deliberately.

The day Zhao Lanxiang was about to leave City G, she went to the army and handed moon cakes to Gu Shuoming.

Gu Shuoming saw Zhao Lanxiang and was a little surprised.

He also had a lot to ask Zhao Lanxiang, but he couldn't say it. Talking about those sensitive words in this place is a no-no.

Zhao Lanxiang pushed the moon cake into Gu Shuoming's hands with a smile, "I heard Teacher Gu said that you love winter melons since childhood, so I made some winter melon moon cakes."

"If you go back, you must "try" the stuffed winter melon, eat it slowly. If it's delicious, write a letter back to the country, and I will make something for you."

Gu Shuoming understood the meaning and coughed violently.

"It's just one stitch and one thread, no merit will be lost, forget it."

All the letters in the army have to be checked before they can be sent. If you do more, you will get caught.

Gu Shuoming said in earnest, "My dad will take care of you for one or two. I will let my mom cook a meal when I come back in the New Year. Thank you."

Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile.

Gu Shuoming must be invincible and promoted smoothly like in his previous life so that he can live up to her high hopes.

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Author Note:

Small Theater:

Jiang Jianjun: After close to 200,000 words, you finally willing to let me play.

But why you didn't describe my face, eh?

I am more handsome than Gu Shuoming and more handsome than He's second, why not give it to me?

A shirt has more description than my face :)
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Author: spread hands emoji

The villain can't be written too handsome
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Too handsome villains tend to overturn the protagonist.