The weaving bird and the roadrunner are not a difficult situation. Ye Jian is just to deepen their understanding of each other as soon as possible.

Ye Jian only knew that the Snowland Brigade would have comrades to pick her up, but she didn't know who would pick her up. As the crowd went to the exit, she was about five meters away from the exit, and her eyes swept through the crowd who picked her up.

The weaving birds mixed in the crowd, the roadrunner looked at many passengers who arrived in Tianjin in the early morning, and their eyes also passed by the crowd who came by themselves.

Zhique's eyes fell on a young girl walking with her head held high and her chest held her back without holding anything in her hand. "First forward, nine o'clock, height 168, short hair, black coat, no luggage..."

At this time, his gaze was directly in line with the girl wearing a black coat. Before he could finish her characteristics, the girl with amazing facial features smiled at him.

Less than a second after his eyes fell on him, the girl also locked him and smiled at herself.

"Identity confirmation." Zhique, who had a smile on his face, finished the whole sentence, raised his hand, and waved at Ye Jian who was walking towards him.

The roadrunner, who also smiled, said quickly: "...Beautiful enough! No wonder the guys who saw her like to say "Beautiful" the most is not called beautiful..."

"What's the name?" Zhique Yi, who was also stunning in his eyes, said quickly. He had to finish his words before Ye Jian approached, and it was embarrassing to be heard.

"You are stupid, you're so beautiful!" The roadrunner, who kept his smile unchanged and his lips were still stammering, quickly finished speaking and stopped talking. They were all special forces soldiers who had undergone special training. You have to know the basic lip words... Ye Jian must also understand them.

The reason why Ye Jian was able to recognize the comrades of the Snowland Brigade were the same as they recognized her was mainly two aspects: first: temperament, second: eyes.

As a soldier who has been strictly trained, their temperament is often different from that of ordinary people, and Ye Jian saw that the two people in casual clothes had a sharp look that they could only pass through the smoke of gunpowder.

Ye Jian, who smiled at them, quickly walked over.

The Wicker is from the South, and the Roadrunner is from the North. If it weren't for the two of them introducing themselves, Ye Jian wouldn't have seen one in the north and the other in the south, with the same physique and height, and without a local accent, it would be difficult to find.

As a scout, Zhique introduced himself and quickly explained why they came to pick him up. "The pigeon told us that you would definitely see it at a glance. I thought you would definitely recognize us, but it would take dozens of seconds. Unexpectedly, you were only two seconds behind me."

"You are easy to recognize, and you just looked at my eyes, which makes it easier for me to notice." Ye Jian, who shook hands with the two and briefly introduced himself, smiled and said, "Different temperament and different eyes, it's hard not to recognize it."

The birds and the roadrunner all laughed softly. The two walked out with Ye Jian, one left and one right. The pigeons who had been waiting outside saw the figures of the three of them and smiled and greeted them, "Happy New Year, Ye Jian."

"Happy New Year." Ye Jian saw his comrades-in-arms whom he knew, and smiled a little deeper on his delicate lips, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you feel like you've gained a little weight?"
Chapter completed!