Zhou Jiao once again stepped into Beijing in midsummer, stepping out of the carriage at noon, it was unusually hot and stuffy, sweat immediately clung to her clothes, making them damp and sticky.
No one could help but feel annoyed.
Unlike the scorching heat at noon in the Northwest where one feels cooler indoors or under the shade, and sweat evaporates quickly.
What to do?
Zhou Jiao seems to feel she still prefers the Northwest, where "wearing a leather jacket in the morning, donning gauze at noon, and enjoying watermelon around the stove" is common.
It’s truly the golden season of July and August.
Just when fruits are abundant, changing each meal with noodles, pilaf, large-plate chicken, grilled lamb skewers, it’s surely regrettable for a food lover like her.
And...
"Aren’t you leaving the station with us?"
A middle-aged woman about forty years old, now laden with bags and luggage hanging, and carrying with both hands, elbowed her colleague.
Zhou Jiao smiled briefly, helplessly also carrying luggage with both hands, had to indicate outside with her chin, "I still have to find an acquaintance to move things."
The counterpart understood suddenly. Yes, this silly comrade who wastes money dragged two donkey carts full of large sacks to the station, as if there wasn’t less stuff than they had.
"Then we’ll go first."
Several male colleagues looked at each other, nodded slightly to the female colleagues, packed small bags and moved outside first. Not distinguishing by gender, family should have also waited outside for them for a long time.
Unlike the six or seven of them, Zhou Jiao didn’t inform her family this time to come pick her up, chiefly because there was too much stuff. Without a large truck, it wouldn’t be transported back.
Two donkey carts full of large sacks?
You must be joking!
Even her son knew that when fighting a war, bringing stones home was not an option she would miss when her father jokingly called her a money stringer. How could Zhou Jiao let go of the famous Nephrite Jade?
Although thanks to Geng Dazhi, she got quite a lot that year, the chance of exchanging a naan for two stones would be struck by lightning if passed up.
Zhou Jiao slowly moved towards the station office, and on the way, seeing a staff member, she immediately greeted, "Comrade, please help notify Station Chief Geng Dazhi, saying his sister is here."
"Alright, I’ll help you carry."
"No need, no need, just shout for him." Zhou Jiao thought that Geng Dazhi might suspect someone pestering him so she added, "My surname is Zhou, I am his cousin."
After saying, she sweated a bit herself. Hehe... Why did she blurt out cousin? What cousin and cousin can easily lead to misunderstanding.
"Okay."
Geng Dazhi was holding a lunch box, about to open it when suddenly the office door was knocked. He didn’t care much, mistakenly assuming it was subordinate reporting work and casually said "Come in."
"Station Chief Geng, outside there is a female comrade surnamed Zhou asking for you, she says she is your cousin."
Geng Dazhi was startled, where did he have a cousin named Zhou? Though he did have many relatives and cousins, none surnamed Zhou.
"Station Chief Geng?"
Geng Dazhi recollected himself, "How old?"
The male comrade blinked, "A very pretty young lady, around twenty or thirty. Also, she is particularly fair, this tall and slender, with her hair done with a black chopstick..."
Geng Dazhi, hearing this, burst into laughter, put down the lunch box and ran outside quickly.
Black chopstick?
If at first, he didn’t quite react, but once saying black chopstick in her hair and surnamed Zhou, if he still didn’t react, he’d really have to blame himself.
Zhou Jiao watched as he held his belly in one hand, waved to her with the other, grinning foolishly ear to ear, silently rolling her eyes.
"Cousin, my cousin-in-law didn’t come to pick you up?"



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