She looked around carefully, and naturally there were many fewer posters working, and she never thought that the little brother postmaster who had given her paintings before was still working here.

She handed him a letter to be sent, and then handed him a small piece of gold ingots very secretly, and pulled him to the corner to inquire carefully.

She lifted the corner of her hat and asked with a smile, "Little brother, do you remember me?" ”

The little brother was stunned for a moment, and nodded suddenly in understanding: "I remember."

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