Yu Xiangnian and Yu Xiangyang look five points similar, and Yu Xiangyang often mentions that he has a sister in front of Xia Qingyun.

Xia Qingyun quickly reacted, this person was Yu Xiangyang's sister.

She walked over with a smile and stretched out her hand to introduce herself, "Hello, I'm Xia Qingyun from the Art Troupe, and you are Yu Xiangyang's sister."

I have to say that Yu Xiangyang's vision is really good.

Xia Qingyun is about twenty years old, with a melon seed face, curved willow eyebrows, and Danfeng eyes raised at the end of the eyes, with charm between the eyebrows.

Yu Xiangnian stretched out his hand and shook it and said, "Hello, I'm Yu Xiangnian." ”

The corners of Xia Qingyun's lips were hooked, and he said with a smile in his eyebrows, "I often hear Yu Xiangyang talk about you, and he also said that he had the opportunity to introduce us to each other, but he didn't expect us to meet so soon." ”

What she said was as if she was Yu Xiangyang's genuine girlfriend, but Yu Xiangnian had never heard from her family that Yu Xiangyang had a partner.

Without Yu Xiangyang's confirmation, Yu Xiangnian naturally would not admit Xia Qingyun's identity.

She smiled and said, "Really? I haven't heard Yu Xiangyang mention you. ”

When Yu Xiangnian said this, he thought that Xia Qingyun would be a little embarrassed.

But Xia Qingyun didn't have a trace of abnormality on her face, she still smiled charmingly, and said half-jokingly: "Maybe it's because I often perform outside and I see him very rarely, so he didn't mention it to you." ”

Xia Qingyun's eyebrows were even more charming, and her danfeng eyes stared at Yu Xiangnian gently, and even Yu Xiangnian felt a little fascinated.

Not to mention the straight man that Yu Xiangyang has never been in contact with by a woman, he must be confused.

Yu Xiangnian said with a smile: "Maybe." ”

But in my heart I said: Good fellow! This Xia Qingyun is a powerful woman.

In a few words, once again put on the posture of a genuine girlfriend, Yu Xiangyang must have been obedient to her.

Xia Qingyun looked at the telegram in Yu Xiangnian's hand and asked, "Is it Yu Xiangyang, do they have any news?" ”

Yu Xiang Nianxin said, if you want to have news, don't you know before me?!

"No, it's my personal telegram." She smirked on her face and didn't want to talk more, "I still have something to do, and we'll talk about it next time I have a chance." ”

Xia Qingyun said: "Okay, it's equivalent to Xiangyang coming back, let's go out to play together." ”

Yu Xiangnian nodded and walked towards the family courtyard, a little worried about Yu Xiangyang's personal problems.

Zhao Ruozhu probably won't agree to Yu Xiangyang's relationship with Xia Qingyun.

Xia Qingyun's appearance is excellent, and he is also very warm and generous to people.

But Yu Xiangnian always felt that her enthusiasm and generosity seemed to be specially trained, not from the bottom of her heart, which made people not interested in her enthusiasm.

Moreover, every word she says, she is emphasizing her relationship with Yu Xiangyang, which is too scheming.

Even Yu Xiangnian can feel something, let alone Zhao Ruozhu, no demons and monsters can escape her eyes.

When Yu Xiangnian returned home, he began to look for Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance slip.

She wants to use the address above and send money tomorrow.

There was nothing in her room, so Yu Xiangnian could only go to Xiaojie's room to find it.

Xiaojie's room is very simple, just a bed and a large cabinet.

The cabinet is used to hold Xiaojie and Cheng Jingmo's clothes.

The cabinet door is opened upwards, and when the cabinet door is closed, it can be used as a table, which is used to put things and write and read books on weekdays.

You can see the room at a glance, where is there any remittance slip?

Xiaojie pulled out a locked wooden box from under the bed, "My uncle's things are all in this." ”

Since the wooden box is locked, the contents should be important or private to Cheng Jingmo.

Yu Xiangnian respected Cheng Jingmo's privacy and put the wooden box back under the bed.

The next morning, she arrived at the post office.

In this era, there were a lot of people at the post office, sending letters, making phone calls, sending telegrams, and remittances······ All communication between people goes through the post office.

Yu Xiangnian finally got in line, told the staff about the situation, and wanted to ask her to help check Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance order, but the other party claimed that he was too busy and refused bluntly.

The queue behind was urging vigorously, and Yu Xiangnian had no choice but to retreat first.

While she was agonizing about what to do, she heard someone call her, "Less than comrade." ”

Yu Xiangnian looked back and saw that it was Zhang Mingfeng, the director of the newspaper.

Yu Xiangnian met Zhang Mingfeng under Qiu Yang's introduction, and later came into contact with him several times because of the translation of manuscripts.

Yu Xiangnian greeted him with a smile, "Director Zhang, are you here to do something too?" ”

Zhang Mingfeng is in his forties, and he is a person who smiles very kindly, "Send some money to your parents in your hometown, what about you?" ”

Yu Xiang Nian smiled and said: "Me too, I just don't know the address, I want to ask them to help check it, but they are too busy to help check." ”

Zhang Mingfeng heard the voiceover.

Yu Xiangnian said so much to mean that he wanted to ask him if he could help.

"I happen to know their director, otherwise I'll help you ask."

Yu Xiangnian smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, Director Zhang is so grateful." ”

Zhang Mingfeng took Yu Xiang out of the hall of the post office and came to the second floor of a small bungalow, where the door number of an office read the director's office.

Zhang Mingfeng knocked on the door that was already open, and a man inside looked up from his desk.

The man looked like he was thirty-four or five years old, with parted hair, a Chinese face, and a pair of black-framed eyes.

"Hey! Lao Zhang, what kind of wind is blowing you, please come in! ”

Zhang Mingfeng walked into the office with Yu Xiangnian and said with a smile: "I'm here to make trouble for you." ”

When the man saw Yu Xiangnian, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes under the black frame lit up, "Who is this?" ”

Zhang Mingfeng began to introduce, "This is Comrade Yu Xiangnian, the external translator of our newspaper. ”

He introduced to Yu Xiangnian again, "This is Yang Wanli from the post office, Director Yang." ”

Yang Wanli shook hands with Yu Xiangnian and said hello.

Yang Wanli beckoned Zhang Mingfeng and Yu Xiangnian to sit down, and Zhang Mingfeng said about Yu Xiangnian's situation.

It's not the same with the help of leaders.

Yang Wanli made an internal phone call, and ten minutes later, a man came up with Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance slip.

Yu Xiangnian took out a piece of paper and wrote down the address, and planned to send money to this address later.

Yang Wanli said: "Comrade Yu, don't bother, you give him the money and let him do it, and I promise to remit it to you." ”

Yu Xiangnian felt that this was too special, and excused himself, "No need, I'll do it later." ”

Yang Wanli said: "Comrade Yu, don't be polite to me for such a trivial matter." ”

Seeing the two pushing back and forth, Zhang Mingfeng said round-and-sew: "I just want to remit some money, so I will trouble this comrade to do it together." ”

Yu Xiangnian said again, "I want to send another telegram." ”

Yang Wanli said: "I did it together." ”

Yu Xiangnian couldn't excuse himself anymore, and took out sixty yuan and five dimes from his bag and handed it to the man.

"These sixty yuan are the money to be remitted, and these five dimes are the telegraph fee." Yu Xiangnian thought for a while and said: "The content of the telegram is written: Don't read it, Cheng Jingmo." ”