In the family courtyard, Zheng Ke promised Song Jingye that he would take good care of the little girl and he would do what he said.
Treat her like a little sister and take good care of her!
Chen Ninghui was a little flattered, even trembling. She got up early in the morning and was going to the bus station to wait for the bus into the city. A green pickup truck stopped in front of her, and a head poked out of the front window: "Xiao Ninghui, get in the car.
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Chen Ninghui was wary of others. When she saw the car, her heart ached. She stood on the side of the road without moving, clutching the phone in her hand for comfort.
People in the car: "Captain Song has returned to Beijing for the New Year. Let us take good care of you. We are from the cooking class and we are in the city to buy food. Come up quickly. It's very cold outside."
Chen Ning finally sat down in the back seat of the pickup truck with confidence.
The two people were very talkative. They went to the city to purchase ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner. As soon as they got in the car, they started discussing the menu for the New Year's Eve dinner. Chen Ninghui couldn't get a word in, so she listened quietly.
"Xiao Ning, what do you like to eat? I'll make a separate portion for you then."
Chen Ning waved her hand hurriedly: "Thank you, uncle. I may not be able to eat. Our restaurant has already arranged a schedule for New Year's Eve."
The deputy squad leader sitting in the passenger seat looked back at her and smiled. Due to years of training, their skin is darker and their teeth are particularly white. Their smiles are sunny and pure.
The squad leader in the driver's seat also laughed: "Just call Captain Song uncle, we are not a few years older than you."
As soon as she heard the words "Uncle Song", Chen Ning blushed and could only bury her face in her scarf, not daring to speak anymore.
"Where is the restaurant where you work?" the monitor asked.
Chen Ning reported the location, and she was sent there shortly.
"Xiao Ning, come back, come on."
No one would think it was a problem for her to work as a high school student. Everyone was born in poverty, and there were many people who started working earlier than her, so she was calm and so were they.
After getting off work late at night, when she was rushing to the bus stop, the cold wind blew her face like a knife. She tightly wrapped her clothes and walked forward quickly. Suddenly, a voice called her from behind, "Come back, Xiao Ning."
It's Zheng Ke. Chen Ning recognizes him now. He was driving the truck when she picked up her phone last time.
Today he drove Song Jingye's Jeep to pick her up specially, holding a thick military coat in his hand and handing it to her: "Put it on quickly."
Chen Ning took over the military coat and no longer felt cold. Her heart felt like it had been burned by a heater. If the ups and downs in her life before the age of 18 were for meeting them today, she would be grateful for all the ups and downs that fate had given her.
"Your Uncle Song has returned to Beijing for the New Year. If you have anything to do these days, you can tell me anytime." Zheng Ke said while driving.
Zheng Ke is also from Beijing, but he will be transferred back next year, so this is his last Spring Festival in the northwest, which is a bit sentimental to say.
"This hellish place is so miserable. When I first came here, I wanted to leave every day, but when I really wanted to leave, I was reluctant to leave. Only the pervert Song Jingye could stay here for years," Zheng Ke said to himself.
Talk to yourself.
Chen Ninghui asked cautiously: "Will Uncle Jingye be transferred back to the capital in the future?"
For her, this simple question brought out the fear of exploring someone else's "privacy", as well as her expectations for the future.