Yu Xiangnian and Yu Xiangyang looked very similar, and Yu Xiangyang often mentioned that he had a sister in front of Xia Qingyun.
Xia Qingyun quickly realized that this person was Yu Xiangyang's sister.
She walked over with a smile, extended her hand and introduced herself, "Hello, I am Xia Qingyun from the art troupe, and you are Yu Xiangyang's sister.
I have to say that Yu Xiangyang has really good eyesight.
Xia Qingyun is about twenty years old, with an oval face, curved willow eyebrows, and red phoenix eyes raised at the end of the eyes. There is a charm in his eyebrows.
Yu Xiangnian reached out and shook it and said, "Hello, I am Yu Xiangnian."
Xia Qingyun raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "I often hear Yu Xiangyang talk about you. He also said that he would have the opportunity to introduce us to each other. I didn't expect that we would get to know each other so quickly."
She said this as if she was Yu Xiangyang's real girlfriend, but Yu Xiangnian had never heard anyone from her family say that Yu Xiangyang was dating someone.
Without Yu Xiangyang's confirmation, Yu Xiangnian would naturally 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 Xia Qingyun would be a little embarrassed.
But there was nothing strange on Xia Qingyun's face. She still smiled charmingly and said half-jokingly: "Maybe it's because I often perform outside and rarely meet him, so he didn't mention it to you."
The way Xia Qingyun's eyebrows were curved was even more charming, and her red phoenix eyes stared at Yu Xiangnian tenderly, and even Yu Xiangnian felt a little fascinated.
Not to mention Yu Xiangyang, a straight man who has never been in contact with women, he must be fascinated by him.
Yu Xiangnian smiled and said, "Maybe."
But I was saying in my heart: Good guy! This Xia Qingyun is a powerful woman.
In a few words, Yu Xiangyang was sure to be submissive to her and put on the posture of a real girlfriend again.
Xia Qingyun looked at the telegram in Yu Xiangnian's hand and asked, "Do you have any news about Yu Xiangyang and the others?"
Yu Xiang Nianxin said, if there is news, don't you know it before me? !
"No, it's my personal telegram." She had a fake smile on her face and didn't want to talk more. "I still have something to do. Let's talk about it next time we have the chance."
Xia Qingyun said: "Okay, when Xiangyang comes back, we can go out and play together."
Yu Xiangnian nodded and walked towards the family home, feeling a little worried about Yu Xiangyang's personal problems.
Zhao Ruozhu probably would not agree to Yu Xiangyang's relationship with Xia Qingyun.
Xia Qingyun's appearance is considered excellent, and he is also very warm and generous to others.
But Yu Xiangnian always felt that her enthusiasm and generosity were specially trained and did not come from the bottom of her heart, making people indifferent to her enthusiasm.
Moreover, every word she said emphasized her relationship with Yu Xiangyang, which was too scheming.
Even Yu Xiangnian can feel things, let alone Zhao Ruozhu, no monsters or ghosts can escape her eyes.
When Yu Xiangnian returned home, he started looking for Cheng Jingmo's previous remittance slips.
She will use the address above to send money tomorrow.
There was nothing of Cheng Jingmo's in her room, so Yu Xiangnian could only go to Xiaojie's room to look for it.
The furnishings in Xiaojie's room are very simple, just a bed and a large cabinet.
The cabinet is used to store Xiaojie and Cheng Jingmo's clothes.
The cabinet door opens upward, and when closed, it can be used as a table, which is used for placing things, writing and reading.
You can see the room at a glance, how can there be any remittance slip?
It was Xiaojie who pulled out a locked wooden box from under the bed, "My uncle's things are all in this."
Since the wooden box was locked, the contents inside 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 went to the post office.
There were quite a lot of people at the post office in this era. Those who sent letters, made phone calls, sent telegrams, remitted money...all the communications between people had to go 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 orders, but the other party claimed that she was too busy and refused bluntly.
The people in the queue at the back kept urging, so Yu Xiangnian had no choice but to withdraw first.
When she was worried 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 the introduction of Qiu Yang, and later contacted him several times because of the translation of manuscripts.
Yu Xiangnian smiled and greeted him, "Director Zhang, are you here to do something too?"
Zhang Mingfeng is in his forties and has a very kind smile. "Send some money to your parents back home. How about you?"
Yu Xiangnian smiled and said: "Me too, I just don't know the address and I want to ask them to help me check it. They are too busy and won't help me check it."
Zhang Mingfeng heard the overtones of the words.
What Yu Xiangnian said so much was that he wanted to ask if he could help.
"I happen to know their director, otherwise I'll ask him for you."
Yu Xiangnian smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, Director Zhang, thank you so much."
Zhang Mingfeng took Yu Xiangnian out of the lobby of the post office and came to the second floor of a small bungalow. The door number of an office read "Director's Office."
Zhang Mingfeng knocked on the already open door, and a man inside raised his head from the desk.
The man is about thirty-four or five years old, with side-parted hair, a Chinese-character face, and black-framed eyes.
"Hey! Lao Zhang, what kind of wind has brought you here? Come in quickly!"
Zhang Mingfeng led Yu Xiangnian into the office and said with a smile, "I'm here to cause trouble for you."
When the man saw Yu Xiangnian, he was startled for a moment, and his eyes lit up under his black-rimmed eyes, "Who is this?"
Zhang Mingfeng began to introduce, "This is Comrade Yu Xiangnian, our newspaper's external translator."
He introduced to Yu Xiangnian, "This is Yang Wanli from the post office, Director Yang."
Yang Wanli and Yu Xiangnian shook hands and said hello.
Yang Wanli asked Zhang Mingfeng and Yu Xiangnian to sit down, and Zhang Mingfeng talked about Yu Xiangnian's situation.
It’s different when a leader helps.
Yang Wanli made an internal 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, planning to send money to this address later.
Yang Wanli said: "Comrade Yu, don't bother. Just give him the money and let him handle it. I will definitely remit it to you."
Yu Xiangnian felt that this was too special and declined, "No, I'll just do it later."
Yang Wanli said: "Comrade Yu, don't be polite to me about such a trivial matter."
Seeing the two people pushing and shoving, Zhang Mingfeng tried to deal with it and said: "I just want to remit some money, so I will ask this comrade to do it together."
Yu Xiangnian added, "I also want to send a telegram."
Yang Wanli said: "We will do it together."
Yu Xiangnian couldn't refuse anymore, so he took out sixty yuan and fifty cents from his bag and handed it to the man.
"This sixty yuan is the money to be remitted, and the five cents is the telegraph fee." Yu Xiangnian thought for a while and said, "Just read the content of the telegram: Don't miss me, Cheng Jingmo."
