• Qiu Han: [If it's ok, make an appointment the day after tomorrow.]
• Lin Yanjun: [Yes]
• The two ended the call extremely quickly.
• Lin Yanjun held the still hot coffee, moved his lips and took a sip, and in an instant, his mouth was filled with a bitter taste.
• The steam fogged his glasses and blurred his vision.
• His slender fingers took off his glasses, took out the handkerchief in his shirt pocket, looked down and wiped it carefully. Suddenly, his lips picked up, he sneered, and it was fleeting...
• - No.
• Time passed quickly. After Qiu Han finished his work, he went directly to the train station.
• The train station was crowded and crowded, which was much worse than the airport environment. Qiu Han sat in the nanny car and sent the driver and bodyguards to wait. They specially made a sign, and Song Qianyuan's friend should come after seeing it.
• The weather gradually turned hot, and the air in the car became more and more stuffy. Qiu Han turned on the air conditioner and ate fruit. She didn't expect that it would be dark.
• The driver had already come back and asked Qiu Han if he was still waiting, while the bodyguard stood straight outside the station facing the wind, and his tall and straight posture attracted a lot of attention.
• Qiu Han sent a message to Song Qiangan.
• Song Qiangan: [Have you not received him yet? He said that he has been gone for a long time, and he has not found the person holding his name tag.]
• Qiu Han glanced at the name tag, which was almost the size of half a person. If he couldn't even see this, it meant that he was blind.
• The phone rang again, and it was still Song Qiangan's message.
• [Shouldn't he be... lost again....]
• 

  qiuhan

  .......
• Qiu Han: Hehe.
• The exit of the station is so close to them, and they can get lost, which can only mean that it is not a road * but a brain.
• 

  qiuhan

  You two go look for it.
• Qiu Han ordered.
• After speaking, she put on a mask and sunglasses and got out of the car.
• The night wind is very cool, blowing away the smell of sweat during the day, bringing a refreshing.
• "Beauty, would you like a bowl of fried rice noodles?"
• Qiu Han followed the prestige and was a white-haired grandmother with a kind and amiable smile.
• In front of the old grandma is her own cart, with fried rice noodles and ingredients for cooking written on it.
• After waiting for a day, she was also a little hungry at this time, and the smell was quite fragrant.
• 

  qiuhan

  Give me one, please.
• "Okay, do you want a big portion or a small portion for a beautiful woman!"
• 

  qiuhan

  Small portion.
• "A total of five dollars."
• Five dollars.
• For a moment, this seemed to be the cheapest thing she could eat, not one of them.
• There were only red banknotes in the wallet, Qiu Han pulled out one and handed it over:
• 

  qiuhan

  Here you are.
• The old grandmother wiped her hands, took the money carefully with both hands, and then took out a handful of bits and pieces from her pocket. Only then did Qiu Han understand that she was looking for money for herself.
• 

  qiuhan

  Keep the change.
• "Then how can it be? You earned this money so hard. I can't be greedy for this small bargain, I have to find it, I have to find it."
• The old grandmother squinted her presbyopia, counted several times, and shoved it into Qiu Han's hand forcefully.
• Qiu Han silently put them in his pocket.
• These seemingly simple places have the most hardworking and simple people.
• Maybe this is the smell of fireworks in the world.
• The hot fried rice noodles are ready in no time.
• Very clean.
• Qiu Han took the disposable chopsticks and tasted it.
• It really smells like it smells good.
• 

  qiuhan

  Grandma, give me another hundred.
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