There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Xiaoliang looked at Zheng Xinyue excitedly. He has never forgotten this girl since they broke up in the hospital last time.

When someone introduces two people to each other, he will subconsciously compare them with Zheng Xinyue. This comparison is so bad that neither of them can match each other.

"Comrade Liang."

Zheng Xinyue was happy to see her acquaintance. There was someone in the court who was easy to do. She didn't have to wait for noon. She could directly pass the title, rank, get the money, and go back to the village with Old Man Sun in time.

"Are you here to sell medicinal materials?"

Xiaoliang's face was a little red, and the more excited he became, the less he knew what to say. When his eyes fell on the large sack dragged in Zheng Xinyue's hand, he finally found the topic.

"Yes! There is a sack under the tree over there."

Zheng Xinyue smiled and nodded, pointing to the old locust tree across the street. She couldn't drag two sacks by herself, and she was afraid of losing them. She had to look back at the sack while dragging the bag of medicine.

"I'll help you."

Xiaoliang found a place to use it, dropped a sentence, and ran across the road like a blue smoke before Zheng Xinyue could answer.

"Hello, my name is Zheng Guoqiang. I am Liang Musheng's cousin. Nice to meet you."

When Zheng Guoqiang saw Zheng Xinyue for the first time, his eyes were attracted to this girl.

Li Bai's poem appeared in his mind: "Hibiscus emerges from clear water, carved by nature." The beauty of the girl in front of him made his heart skip a beat.

Therefore, he couldn't wait to express himself to attract her attention.

"Hello."

Zheng Xinyue smiled politely and took a rough look. The man in front of her was wearing an egg white long-sleeved shirt. On such a hot day, the top button of his shirt was buttoned up properly.

He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows raised, slender eye corners, a high nose bridge, and three-dimensional facial lines. His hair is parted, as if it has been oiled and not a single strand of hair is messed up.

She felt like a Peking Opera singer. Only literary and artistic workers in these days pay so much attention to image.

Zheng Guoqiang waited for a long time but did not wait for Zheng Xinyue to introduce herself. Just say hello?

However, he felt that this girl was of great status, dignified and generous, neither flattering nor frivolous.

"May I have your name?"

He took the initiative to ask Zheng Xinyue her name, thinking that such a beautiful girl must have a nice name.

"My name is Zheng Xinyue, and we have the same surname."

Zheng Xinyue said her name generously, but the person did not look at Zheng Guoqiang but looked across the street. Xiao Liang had already picked up the sack and strode back.

The strength of men and women is different after all. He had to drag the sack, but Xiaoliang could pick it up with one hand.

"Thanks."

Zheng Xinyue came over and said thank you with a smile, but she had to be polite for the trouble.

"You're welcome, let's go, I'll call you."

Xiao Liang had already recovered from his initial shyness. He smiled and waved his hands. In order to show his strength as a man, he went over and picked up another sack. He peeked at Zheng Xinyue from the corner of his eyes, wanting to see if there was admiration in her eyes.

"Shall I carry one?"

Zheng Xinyue was too embarrassed to let Xiao Liang carry it, so she wanted to go over and help. It didn't matter if she couldn't carry it, she could drag it away.

"No, this weight is nothing to me!"

Xiaoliang was eager to show off, holding the sack and striding toward the courtyard of the medicinal materials company with a nonchalant look.

Zheng Guoqiang had no intention of helping at all. He had a mysophobia and was afraid of staining his clothes, but he didn't want to leave just like that. He finally saw a girl he could like and followed them back to the medicine company. Zheng Xinyue approached with a smile on her face.

"Your surname is Zheng too? We were the same family five hundred years ago!"

"Cousin, you go back first!"