1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 1140 An Encounter with Friendship
Before he could retract his arm, he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

She discovered it was a young girl who was smiling at her with a camera in hand: "I'm sorry, you're just too beautiful, I took the picture without your permission."

Chu Xue nodded at her: "Are you a photographer?"

But as soon as the question left my lips, I realized it was somewhat inappropriate; after all, who these days works as a photographer? "Um, me..."

The girl smiled and went up to the rocks: "I work for a newspaper in Beijing. I came here on a business trip and have never seen the sea before. My colleague was visiting his elders here, so I came along. I originally wanted to take some pictures of the sea view, but I didn't expect to see the beautiful scenery on the rocks."

Chu Xue, being from a later era, naturally understood the meaning behind her words. She didn't find anything wrong with them, but upon hearing that she worked for a newspaper in Beijing, she smiled faintly and said, "Could you send me a copy of this photo after it's been developed?"

The girl smiled at her and said, "Of course."

He then took out a notebook and pen from his shoulder bag and handed them to Chuxue: "Write down the address, and I'll print it out and mail it to you."

Knowing that it wasn't easy to come to the beach, he quickly wrote down the address and said somewhat apologetically, "Um, I don't know if you have any extra film with you. Could you take a few more pictures for me? Don't worry, I'll charge you according to the price of a photo studio."

When the girl saw the address in the book, she laughed: "You're from Beijing too?"

First Snow nodded: "Yes."

The girl extended her hand: "Hello, my name is Guo Yueliang, and I work at a newspaper in Beijing."

Chu Xue was surprised by the child's straightforwardness and extended her hand: "Hello, my name is Xiao Chu Xue, and I work at the steel rolling mill."

The moment she uttered the name in her heart, a fleeting awkwardness crossed her face. Guo Yueliang—if this name existed in later generations, it would surely be condemned.
Guo Yueliang is a sucker for good looks, and she said happily, "That's wonderful! They're both from Beijing. I'll personally deliver the photos to you once they're developed."

Chu Xue felt embarrassed to let someone deliver it: "How could I let you deliver it? I'll just come and pick it up from you later." Guo Yueliang happily replied, "That's fine too. Just mention my name when you arrive."

The two quickly struck up a conversation. Guo Yueliang not only took several photos of Chuxue, but also taught Chuxue how to use the camera and had Chuxue take several photos of her.

For her, the first snowfall in later generations was a piece of cake, but Guo Yueliang saw it all as something to admire.

That's how female friendships are. Even though it's a chance encounter, the two of them hit it off and ended up chatting and getting along really well. When they parted, they already agreed to hang out together when they got back to Beijing.

Upon learning that Chu Xue would be returning to the city that afternoon, and would be going back to the city a few days later, she said, "We still have work to finish, it's a pity we can't go back to Beijing with you."

Seeing the regretful expression on her face, Chu Xue couldn't help but laugh: "Work is important. We'll contact you again when you get back to Beijing."

Guo Yueliang nodded: "Yes, when we get back to Beijing, I'll definitely come find you to play as soon as possible."

Before she could say anything more, she heard someone shout in the distance, "Oh no! The Yu family's granddaughter has been swept away by the waves!"

The two of them looked toward the sound of the shout at the same time.

Then I saw someone stamping their feet in frustration: "How come we can't see anyone anymore after just one wave?"

I also saw some teenagers running into the sea.

The two exchanged a glance, then hurried down from the rocks and ran towards the scene of the accident, hoping to see if they could help.

When they arrived, several more boys had already rushed into the sea, and people on the shore were crying out, "What are we going to do? What are we going to do?"