The return of a serial novel, "a cigarette half a point of heart" 001

1. Qingcheng airport.

A long haired girl was dragging a huge red suitcase through the crowded crowd.

She dragged the box to the steps outside the exit, lifting her hand and smoothing her hair.

A taxi stopped in front of her.

The driver thought that this was a small girl traveling alone. He rolled down the window and asked loudly:

"Which scenic spot is the beauty of beauty?" The price can be priced! "

Lin Qiao puts his hand at the window.

"Thank you, someone is receiving it!"

The driver's accent was a local sister, and he looked up and down a few eyes, until the car behind the horn dripping for half a day, then the throttle was reluctant to leave.

Wen Yujuan saw the taxi in front of him finally leaving, hastened to hasten her husband to move forward.

She rolled down the window and looked out for half a daughter who had not seen her for two years.

Lin Qiao saw her mother, regardless of the box, and no matter whether the car had stopped, the whole people rushed to the right door.

Xu Dalong frowned, and the brake was heavier at foot. Lin Qiao followed the inertia toward the rearview mirror.

"Ah, ah, you bumped into the rearview mirror. Why is it so rough?" Xu Dalong cried.

Wen Yujuan looked back at him:

"You are sick, Qiao Qiao two years did not obstruct you, you are so unkind!"

"I'm not going to let anyone go. I'm coming to pick her up for an hour." She's a forefather. She can't drive a car without a long mouth. I've given her face. "

"Bang!"

Xu Da long did not finish his speech. Wen Yujuan had already gotten off the bus and fell on the door.

She used to take Lin Qiao:

"Where did you hit it?" Does it hurt? The box is for me... "

Lin Qiao was rubbing his arms around and looking for the box, and saw that Xu Dalong had come over and referred her case to the trunk.

Although Xu Dalong did not like Lin Qiao, but rather concerned about Wen Yujuan's mood, watching Lin Qiao knead his arm a little too much, he said to Lin Qiao.

"Come back, get on the bus!"

Lin Qiao smiled lightly and cried out, "Xu Shu."

The unhappiness at the airport gate was unmentioned.

Sitting on the bus, Wen Yujuan kept asking this question.

Lin Qiao sat in the back seat, rubbing his arms, and returning to his home without any reply. He looked at the familiar gray scenery outside the window and rushed towards himself.

There was no change in their hometown and two years ago. The car was familiar with the repressive air of Xu Da long.

This makes Lin Qiao produce an impulse to buy tickets back to Shanghai.

But she went back to know how to get off. What would Wen Yujuan do?

This is a really unsolvable proposition.

She sighed, and did not think of her job, the house, the fresh and free way of life, and the love of the city she left, and she had a Wen Yujuan in front of her to be a roast fish, which was the only reason she had to leave, or she would have been drifting until she was home.

Time passed quickly, and Lin Qiao had stayed at home for a month, and had already completed the change from guest to idleness.

Xu Dalong had always been indifferent to her, with an occasional attitude towards finding fault.

Although Wen Yujuan was soon wiped out in the bud, Lin Qiao began to live at home.

At noon one day, Wen Yujuan came home and gave her a card in Lin Qiao's house.

"You can't stay home any longer. I asked your uncle to contact you. He sent out your resume.

His former little brother is now working as an executive manager in a company. You call people and go to interviews.

Lin has a little hesitation. Let me think about it.

Wen Yujuan did not wait long.

"How many graduates can't find jobs now?"

Lin told her mother, yes, I'll do it now.

With his business card, Lin Qiao picked up his mood and dialed the phone.

"Guan Yu, Wen Yu Fang, let me contact you. I am Lin Qiao who gave his resume."

Lin Qiao weighed for a long time, which seemed more appropriate.

The other said, "Oh, you are the niece of Yu Fang, your resume is no problem. I've seen it. If you are convenient tomorrow, come to a company and do a simple interview."

Lin Qiao promised.

Wen Yujuan said that your uncle had done a good job for you.

Lin Qiao smiled and wanted to return.