Chapter 64

A man of thirty-seven or thirty-eight, with slightly long hair, short stubble, and a travel backpack, emerged from the train station. He crossed the street, walked south along Central Avenue, and then stopped in front of a steamed bun shop. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly saw quite a few people gathered around the noodle shop not far ahead. Out of curiosity, he turned and walked over.

"This young man, to be able to write such a unique marriage advertisement, must be a humorous and talented person." A middle-aged woman said with a smile, "Girls here, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you miss this village, you won't find this shop. Hurry up and seize it."

These words immediately caused the girls to giggle and laugh. Several men gave a disdainful cold snort, pulling their girlfriends or wives away: "Grandstanding, what's there to look at?"

The man squeezed into the crowd and also smiled slightly when he saw the marriage advertisement, but when he saw the signature and 【contact information】 below...

Jian Qiu was carrying a bag and came out of a clothing boutique across the street. Immediately after, another girl came out. She wasn't as tall as Jian Qiu, but not much shorter. Her skin was very fair, her eyes were large, and her eyebrows were particularly beautiful. Her red lips formed a sharp contrast with her white complexion.

Unlike Jian Qiu's elegant and cold temperament, the girl exuded a classical scholarly air from head to toe. "A belly full of poetry and books makes one's temperament elegant" described this girl's temperament very vividly.

"Eh!" Jian Qiu saw many people gathered outside the noodle shop across the street: "An Jing, let's go over and see what happened."

An Jing looked helpless, but still nodded: "Let's go!"

The two went up to the pedestrian bridge and crossed the street. By then, the crowd in front of the noodle shop had changed several times. When Jian Qiu saw the marriage advertisement stuck to the glass, she also smiled, but when she saw the signature and contact 【information】 below...

"Eh!" An Jing said in surprise: "Qiuqiu, this person is from your factory!"

Jian Qiu said expressionlessly: "I'm a little hungry, let's just eat a bowl of noodles here."

An Jing glanced at Jian Qiu's stomach: "We had breakfast when I got off the train. It's been less than two hours, and you're hungry already?"

"Yes!" Jian Qiu nodded and pulled An Jing into the noodle shop, "Boss, two bowls of noodles."

"One bowl!" An Jing said irritably: "I'm not hungry."

The seat by the window had been empty the whole time. After all, there were always people watching outside. Eating under so many eyes, I guess no one would feel very comfortable.

"Let's sit here." Jian Qiu sat down by the window. An Jing's eyes widened, and then she sat down with a strange expression.

Two women with different temperaments but equal beauty suddenly sat by the window, immediately causing a stir outside. Of course, the ones stirred up were all men.

An Jing pursed her lips and smiled, saying softly: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Jian Qiu didn't answer her, but casually tore off the paper stuck to the window. She gave the crowd gathered outside a cold look and ignored them further.

If this were more than a decade later, such a marriage advertisement would definitely not attract anyone's attention; even if they saw it, they would probably just glance at it and walk away. But in this era, which had just opened up and where information and entertainment were not yet developed, such a piece of paper and such a humorous marriage advertisement were indeed very novel and worth talking about.

An Jing looked at Jian Qiu, her eyes radiating wise light: "Qiuqiu, what is your relationship with the person who wrote this marriage advertisement?"

Jian Qiu said calmly: "I do know this Zhou Andong, but we are just ordinary colleagues."

At this moment, the young man brought the noodles. An Jing took them, placed them in front of Jian Qiu, and said in a soft voice: "Just now you said you were hungry and wanted to eat noodles. Now the noodles are here. Finish them, and I will believe what you said. If you can't finish them, then you are lying."

The expression on Jian Qiu's face was calm and ripple-free. She gave a light snort: "Little An'an, are you itching for a beating again?"

"It seems you really have a guilty conscience." An Jing blinked one eye and suddenly reached out to grab the paper.

"Slap!" Jian Qiu's hand was faster and grabbed it away.

"Hey!" An Jing smiled triumphantly: "I guessed right, you and this Zhou Andong definitely have something going on."

Jian Qiu said expressionlessly: "No!"

"Then eat it." An Jing pointed to the bowl of noodles.

Jian Qiu said: "I'm not hungry now, I don't want to eat."

An Jing wrinkled her little nose: "It's been so many years, and you still haven't changed your habit of being stubborn."

"Miss Jian?" A man's voice suddenly came from the side.

Jian Qiu looked up and said in surprise: "Reporter Guan, why are you here?"

Hearing Guan Shengjie, the man with short stubble and a travel backpack: "Gu, there is big news here, so I came to see what kind of big news it is that made him return to the capital and specifically ask me to come out and talk."

Jian Qiu asked: "When did you get off the train?"

"Just got off. I went down to offer condolences with the leaders a few days ago. I didn't even go back to the capital; I bought a ticket and came straight here." As Hearing Guan Shengjie spoke, he looked at An Jing sitting on the side, and his calm heart skipped a beat violently.

He was stunned by her beauty at the first glance, and at the second glance, his heart began to beat faster uncontrollably.

Jian Qiu noticed Hearing Guan Shengjie's expression, her heart stirred, and then she shook her head imperceptibly.

Hearing Guan Shengjie's family background was no worse than hers, and compared to those second-generation heirs in other families, Hearing Guan Shengjie was definitely a breath of fresh air. Most importantly, all the achievements he had made now were earned by his own efforts; he had never relied on his family background.

In other words, being a chief reporter for the People's Daily is not something you can just get because you have status and a background. During the Gulf War last year, he was the first and only war correspondent to enter the war zone.

Just now, Jian Qiu did have a moment where she wanted to introduce her good friend to Hearing Guan Shengjie. But she gave up after thinking about it. She knew An Jing too well; if she were to rashly play matchmaker for the two, it would only make this little woman resentful. It would be better to let nature take its course and create more opportunities for Hearing Guan Shengjie.

"This is my good friend An Jing, who came here to visit me." Jian Qiu introduced her simply and didn't say much more.

"Hello, Miss An, my name is Hearing Guan Shengjie, just an ordinary reporter." Hearing Guan Shengjie reached out his hand.

An Jing shook hands with Hearing Guan Shengjie: "Hello!"

Jian Qiu stood up: "Perfect, we should go back too. Will you come with me to the winery?"

Hearing Guan Shengjie nodded vigorously: "Sure!"

A person wearing a military overcoat, a cotton hat, and a scarf, wrapped up tightly, appeared at the gate of the winery. This guy was acting suspiciously, pacing back and forth at the gate for a long time. Seeing that no one was coming in or out, he quickly walked to the mailbox at the gate, took a thick stack of envelopes from his bosom, stuffed them into the mailbox, and then took off running.