The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 122: Meeting Again (Additional Chapter 111 for the Color Shadow Master)

After sharing four bottles of Erguotou, Hu Biao drank just one pound.

Even though Hu Biao, who has a mediocre alcohol tolerance, has performed above average today, he still feels a little tipsy at the moment.

But even so, Hu Biao did not ride his tricycle home immediately.

Instead, he turned on a light outside the door, a high-power LED light that was deliberately installed, because at this moment, the evening study session at the school not far away was over.

With the illumination of this light, the dark street with broken street lights suddenly became bright.

As if he had done something insignificant, Hu Biao returned to the store and cleaned it up.

While listening to the unique energy of the students outside after school, and even peeking in from time to time, the students with regretful faces promised that the uncle must leave a batch of hot roujiamo for them tomorrow.

While sitting behind the small cashier counter, he calculated today's sales.

I don’t know if it was the energetic laughter of the students as they walked past the shop that kept reaching his ears, making Hu Biao feel several years younger.

Or maybe it was because he was surprised to find that today's business was a bit scary during the inventory.

He received 1392 yuan in cash and 4725 yuan in mobile payments, which added up to more than yuan. Based on a gross profit margin of half, he must have made at least yuan today.

If you calculate it based on thirty days in a month, you can earn more than 60,000 yuan.

It can be said that even if the 20,000 yuan that Xu Nuozhong used to purchase supplies for the time travel was deducted, he would still send some money home at the end of the month to pay off part of the money he owed for his current business venture.

After half a year, all the debts were basically paid off, and I had the face to return to my hometown in Baoqing, Hunan Province.

When the thought of "I can go home" came to his mind, Hu Biao's eyes turned red.

How can a child who is wandering outside ever say that he doesn't miss home? He used to say that he didn't miss home, and that he was so carefree as to work one day, play three days and lie down. But all that was just a pretense of strength when he really couldn't go back.

In short, Hu Biao now feels that the air is so beautiful.

I was happily calculating the bills and waiting for ten o'clock in the evening, when the last group of hard-working senior high school students who were dismissed from school had all gone home.

I went back to the rental house and went to bed early, so that I could go for a run and do some shopping early tomorrow morning.

I don’t know what I will encounter soon...

(Well! The sequel is about the reunion with Anne. I’ll try to keep it brief and not too sour. Then, after a few chapters, we’ll move on to the next volume.)

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Wearing a beautiful evening gown, carrying a bag in her hand, and wearing a pair of high heels with heels more than ten centimeters, Annie walked in the alley, which was a bit old but full of life because of the presence of many vendors.

With her exquisite dress, it can be said that she is out of tune with everything around her.

Frankly speaking! She herself didn't know that she was attending an important dinner, but she left in a hurry halfway through, driving almost across half of the capital city to this remote Majuqiao night market.

If I have to give a reason, it is that she is just a girl after all.

She was working hard outside, and the various intrigues in the workplace always made her feel physically and mentally tired and disgusted, but this feeling was particularly strong today.

So he acted willfully for once and ran away in the middle of the dinner.

After getting on the bus, she didn't want to go home. As a result, she wanted to come to this place, "Deyue Tower", which made her feel familiar, to sit down and relax her tired body and mind.

Even though she is not sure at all now, the small shop she saw a few days ago was still under renovation and wondered whether it would open today.

Even if it has opened, it is so late now, is the shop still open?

Fortunately, she parked her car in a space outside the alley. After walking all the way in, she saw a light at the door of the shop that seemed particularly bright.

Just by looking at this light, she, dressed in exquisite and beautiful clothes, but with limited thermal insulation, felt an indescribable warmth all over her body. Her tired steps became lighter, and later, she even jogged in her high heels.

That exhilarating mood was like when she was a child, called a "wild girl" by her family, running freely in the streets and alleys of Harbin, with an indescribable sense of ease in her heart.

Soon, she ran to the door of the shop.

He instinctively stopped, tidied himself up to make himself look more elegant, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

Then she saw a man counting money with a calculator behind the small cash register.

Anne could swear that, with her pretty good memory, this was definitely the first time she had seen this clean-looking man.

But God knows why, she had an amazing intimacy and trust in this man, so strong that she suddenly had an urge to cry.

And inexplicably, there is a sentence that is about to blurt out: "I'm back."

Although she finally managed to hold back from saying it, she still stood there, feeling extremely excited.

When the glass door of the shop was suddenly pushed open, Hu Biao, who was originally counting the bills with his head down, instinctively said when he looked up:
"Sorry, we're sold out of today's ingredients."

But when he saw who it was, he immediately bit back the words and began to tremble all over; because the person was Anne, the woman who died in his arms and whom he buried with his own hands.

He even thought about visiting her grave in Shanghai not long ago.

As a result, she also had a brand new life in this beautiful era.

Just like the old squad leader of the special forces company, Young Master Feng and others, she must not remember herself now; but, what does it matter...

In the freezing night, a man and a woman stared at each other in silence for a long time, and finally burst out laughing almost at the same time.

Amidst the laughter, all the reserve and embarrassment disappeared, just like getting along with an old friend. Hu Biao asked:
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, as long as I can eat enough, I can eat a whole cow right now."

Although the dinner tonight was very sumptuous, Anne, who had only drunk a little champagne to maintain her manners and had not eaten anything else, suddenly felt hungry and said honestly.

After thinking for a few seconds, Hu Biao asked, "Can you handle spicy food? I still have twice-cooked pork and Maoxuewang."

Annie laughed again, her mood getting better and better. "I was born in Sichuan Province and I'm half Sichuanese. Twice-cooked pork and Maoxuewang are my two favorite dishes."

"Then you just wait to eat. If you want to drink water, pour it yourself." Hu Biao also said with a smile.

As for the ingredients for hot pot meat and Maoxuewang, they were originally bought early and processed in advance, ready to be cooked for AT and the others to eat in the evening.

But I was too tired after a busy day, so I just made do with some roast duck and braised food.

Now it is placed in the refrigerator and can be processed directly and quickly.

Now! Hu Biao is incredibly energetic. He can climb 25 floors in one breath carrying a gas tank without even taking a breath.

So Hu Biao first turned up the temperature of the electric heater in the store.

He walked into the kitchen and started busying himself with the clatter of bells and whistles.

Annie sat at the table outside, unceremoniously found a disposable cup and some jasmine tea, made herself a cup and began to drink it in small sips, watching the man busy in the open kitchen.

During the whole process, neither of them had any intention of talking or chatting, but they felt that the years were peaceful and quiet.

It seems like it will be fine if it continues like this...

(End of this chapter)