Lin Nianhe has some control over his appearance.
For example, when she first read Su Yun Cheng's note, she couldn't help but guess what this person looked like.
If she had to choose her favorite person since time travel, there is no doubt that the Sumerian wins with his face and takes the top spot.
But what Lin Nianhe liked was just Su Yuncheng's face.
At least she didn't enjoy chatting with him.
Too embarrassing.
She never expressed her intention to express her love for him.
She had seen with her own eyes how miserable the two of them were when they confessed before. It is unknown how many girls fell into disgrace in front of him at other times.
She likes sweet things and doesn't want to bring trouble on herself.
Just...just treat him like a brother, at least she can always see this face that she likes.
Su Yuncheng was carrying a net bag with a lunch box inside.
He watched Lin Nianhe coming over and handed her the mesh bag: "Lunch is yours."
Lin Nianhe looked at the three lunch boxes and was a little confused: "How did you know I was here?"
"Director Wang said that." Su Yuncheng smiled softly.
Wang Hong did not tell Lin Nianhe what she was going to do when she went to the police station. Lin Nianhe only vaguely knew that Su Yuncheng was looking for her with something.
She didn't ask, but said, "It's just right, I won't go to the state-owned hotel."
She dug into her pocket as she spoke: "How much is it?"
"No need." Su Yuncheng frowned.
"It's not just for me." Lin Nianhe took out a big unity card and two dollars, "You can choose for yourself, which one do you want?"
Rather than letting him choose, this choice was clearly made for him.
Su Yuncheng laughed dumbly and took two dollars from her fingers.
Lin Nianhe smiled, rolled his eyes, and asked him, "Do you want to go up and eat together?"
"No, I've eaten." Su Yuncheng said, handing an envelope to her, "This is for you."
"What?" Lin Nianhe reached out to take the letter and subconsciously asked, "Is it from my home?"
As soon as she got the envelope, she knew it was not a letter from home.
The paper inside is not big, about an inch square...
"stamp?"
Lin Nianhe's eyes suddenly lit up.
She looked at Su Yuncheng with expectation.
Su Yuncheng was a little confused when she saw it. He nodded: "Yes, but they are not new. There are many letters in our unit, so I asked them for some."
Lin Nianhe couldn't wait to stuff both net bags into him, carefully opened the seal of the envelope, and squinted his eyes to look inside.
There were a lot of them, and she couldn't see them clearly for a while.
At this moment, Lin Nianhe felt that it was not Sumei's fault that she couldn't chat.
He is just not good at words. This is a character trait. How can it be regarded as a shortcoming or fault?
Lin Nianhe held the envelope and looked at Su Yuncheng.
She was thinking seriously about whether she had ever disliked him in person before, or whether she had ever spoken too loudly.
Facing Lin Nianhe's overly direct gaze, Su Yuncheng's heartbeat became even more chaotic.
She looks at herself like this, does she like those stamps?
In fact, he had always been worried that those old stamps would be rejected by her. Although he had carefully screened them and threw away the ones that did not sell well, he still could not get rid of the fact that they were old.
"There haven't been any new stamps recently, so..." Su Yuncheng explained, "If you don't like it, just throw it away."
"I like it!" Lin Nianhe hugged the envelope tightly, as if he was afraid that he would snatch it away, "I like it!"
Compared to brand-new stamps, Lin Nianhe prefers old stamps.
The remaining traces express concern and nostalgia, making people unable to help but think about the expectations they once carried.
Su Yuncheng finally felt relieved after hearing her say so definitely that she liked it.
Seeing her like this, he wanted to rub her head.
He hesitated for a long time, but still didn't raise his hand.
He asked, "Are you going to stay at the clinic tonight?"
"Yes." Lin Nianhe nodded, "Tie Hammer was seriously injured. She cannot be alone. Sister Lan and I will take care of her."
"Iron hammer?" Su Yuncheng was slightly shocked.
Lin Nianhe nodded seriously: "Well, Comrade Miao changed her name and is now called Miao Hongqi. I gave her a nickname."
"……not bad."
Su Yuncheng praised him hard.
At least they weren't called Tiezhu or Goudan.
"I also think it's a tribute to her iron will!"
Su Yuncheng didn't want to delve too deeply into whether this name was suitable for a girl, because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to praise her enough.
He didn't hesitate and immediately changed the subject: "Shall I come with you tonight?"
"No need." Lin Nianhe smiled and shook his head, "Sister Lan is here, and there are empty beds in the ward. I'm not afraid."
Su Yuncheng hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, if anything happens, go to the police station. There will be someone on duty."
"good."
Su Yuncheng returned the two net bags to Lin Nianhe and motioned for her to go back quickly.
Lin Nianhe waved to him and added: "I will go back early tomorrow morning. When I am done with this period of time, I will treat you to dinner."
"Okay, go ahead."
Su Yuncheng watched her leave until she disappeared, then he returned to the police station.
He happened to bump into Feng Wei who was returning from eating in the cafeteria, and asked casually: "Are you on duty tonight?"
"Yeah." Feng Wei nodded, "What's wrong, Brother Cheng?"
"I'll do it for you."
Feng Wei was stunned and touched his belly, suspecting that he had heard something wrong.
The little fat man began to think about whether he had done something wrong recently, so that Brother Cheng didn't trust him to come on duty...
"Huh? Why are you back so soon?"
As soon as Lin Nianhe entered the ward, Wen Lan asked in confusion.
"My brother came to deliver food, and I happened to meet him downstairs." Lin Nianhe said, putting the three of their lunch boxes aside and opening the lunch boxes that Su Yuncheng brought one by one.
The rice in the lunch box is all the same, dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage. The white and fat dumplings are still hot, and the aroma suddenly spreads.
"Eat quickly, eat quickly." Lin Nianhe urged, "It's going to be sticky in a while."
Wen Lan and Miao Hongqi didn't pick it up. They stared at the dumplings in a daze, greedy.
The last time Wen Lan ate dumplings was the day she left home. Her mother made her a bowl of dumplings in sour soup.
Miao Hongqi was there again during the Chinese New Year.
Seeing that neither of them reached out, Lin Nianhe sighed softly: "Hurry up, it's very hot."
Her fingertips were slightly red, as if she was going to drop both lunch boxes in the next second.
Wen Lan immediately took the lunch box.
The dumplings are so fragrant that it’s hard to say no.
Wen Lan broke the jar and said: "Forget it, you can keep the accounts for me, and I will pay you back the food you share."
She has no money left. Although her family is a dual-income family, there are many children at home, and her grandmother still needs help.
When she left, Mother Wen moved around and scraped together twenty-seven yuan for her.
With this money, she will be able to eat her share of the autumn harvest.
But Wen Lan felt very at ease. She was capable, and ten work points a day was enough for her.
Miao Hongqi did not have such confidence.
Even if she no longer needs to send food home, her life is still tight and she really can't afford it.
Lin Nianhe put the chopsticks into her hand and said soothingly: "What are you afraid of? Aunt Wang is asking for justice for you."
Miao Hongqi was slightly startled.
She thought it would be great if she could successfully break up with them. How could she still get money?
(End of chapter)
