Until now, the police haven’t completely solved the case, and this matter has aroused widespread attention and discussion among the educated youth.
Yu Xiaomin looked at Xu Qinghuan, and so did Jiang Xingye.
Xu Qinghuan smiled, "Why are you looking at ? But if we really have to say, the one who died was Qu Qiongfang, and the one who escaped was Xu Manman."
"Ah? Why?" Yu Xiaomin was stunned, "Why her? Wasn’t she crazy in love with Jiang Chengxu?"
"I don’t know about other things, but if we’re talking about skeletal knowledge, I have so confidence in that. Although the person was burned beyond recognition at the ti, only the flesh was destroyed while the bones remained.
Qu Qiongfang’s bones were sturdier than Xu Manman’s, which is apparent to a professional at a glance."
Yu Xiaomin was even more puzzled, "Why didn’t you tell the police then?"
"This requires a special identification personnel to have legal validity, and since the police haven’t concluded the case yet, it proves they’ll proceed cautiously. So, whether said or not is irrelevant. Besides, I have no interest in dissecting such a corpse."
In this era, less trouble is better; standing out is not a good thing.
In the icy and snowy environnt, where survival conditions are harsh, it doesn’t matter who died or who lived as they’ll inevitably et again in the afterlife.
Yu Xiaomin almost vomited, and Lin Yufei probably thought about it too, as her face seed uneasy.
Jiang Xingye didn’t mind, "Done eating? If you are, let’s go!"
The four of them parted ways at the entrance of the state-owned restaurant; Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye went to the recycling station while Lin Yufei and the others planned to stroll around. It seed that if Lin Yufei could get transferred, they would probably marry soon.
When the two walked past the chanical factory, it was right at lunchti.
The factory during this ti was different from the later years; there was a two-hour break at noon. The family area was inside the factory, so workers could go back, cook a al, rest a bit, and continue working in the afternoon.
In later years, workplaces and living places were miles apart, so spanning half a city. In big cities, commuting ti could be up to four or five hours a day, which was terribly exhausting.
Jiang Xingye saw Jiang Xingbing, called out "Big brother," and noticed he looked a bit worn out, so he pulled him aside to talk, "What’s wrong? Work not going well?"
Indeed, not going well; Vice Factory Director He at their factory always targeted him. Fortunately, the factory director supported him, and the older workers took care of him; otherwise, it would have been hard to stay.
Since he joined, he beca a formal employee imdiately, which naturally aroused resentnt, especially among temporary workers, as if he snatched their opportunity to beco official hires.
"Is it that Factory Director He bullying you?" Jiang Xingye asked, recalling sothing Jiang Xingbing ntioned earlier.
"It’s okay, doesn’t matter, at most just scolds a couple of tis, what can he do to ?" Jiang Xingbing felt much better when his brother asked, smoothing his hair. "Why are you guys here? Co on, let’s go to the state-owned restaurant; I’ll treat you to braised pork."
"Just ate before coming over," Xu Qinghuan said, "Big brother, as for that Vice Factory Director He and a widow nad Qiu Jinguai in your factory, her father-in-law is a deputy director at the city’s Bureau of Comrce. If you’re really annoyed with him, start with this."
She handed a cara to Jiang Xingbing, "Be careful when you act; don’t get caught."
Jiang Xingbing was overjoyed, "How does this work?"
Xu Qinghuan taught him how to operate it; he raised the cara, "Co, you two stand closer, I’ll take a picture of you."
This cara was just a simple one; fra the person, press the button, and the photo is taken.
The two weren’t taking a joint picture for the first ti; previously in Yan City, they had soone help take pictures, but back then, in front of strangers, Jiang Xingye and Xu Qinghuan only dared to stand side by side.
Now, they found a lush pine, with a backdrop of white walls and black tiles, beside which soone had built a snowman. Jiang Xingye put his arm around Xu Qinghuan’s shoulder, Xu Qinghuan’s head leaned against his chest, and Jiang Xingbing clicked the shutter.
"Develop it soon," Jiang Xingye urged.
"Relax, the picture’s taken, I’ll develop it as soon as possible." Jiang Xingbing was clearly happier than when he ca out of the factory.
Old man Xia wore a worn military coat, warming himself in a small room inside, separated by a partition. Hearing a noise, he craned his neck to take a look and withdrew again.
The two entered, Jiang Xingye took the rice and braised pork from Xu Qinghuan’s hand and handed it to him, "Eat quickly, it’s still hot."
After buying, Xu Qinghuan put it in a space bag, and only took it out once inside; it was quite hot.
Old man Xia didn’t bother with Jiang Xingye, casually handing a piece of Han jade to Xu Qinghuan, "When do you plan to get married? I need to prepare."
Jiang Xingye was taken aback, instinctively turned to look at Xu Qinghuan.
She wore a gray scarf, loose centipede braids, red lips, and white teeth; beautiful like a fairy walking out of a painting. Upon hearing this, she wasn’t embarrassed; instead, she laughed, "I’d like to know too; shouldn’t you be asking Ah Ye? Why ask ? Does this place expect the woman to propose to the man?"
Old man Xia was amused, "Ask him? This guy won’t say a peep even if hit with a stick; asking him is pointless."
"Oh, I wish the New Year would co soon; once it’s over, days will pass quickly. I have two sisters who are probably getting married." Xu Qinghuan sat on a small stool, her slender, ivory-like hands warming them by the stove.
Qiao Xinyu is getting married after the New Year too; discussions about his marriage to Chen Dewen are straightforward; both were high school classmates. This ti, Chen Dewen returned to Shen City, the families t, and it turned out they knew each other. The marriage was settled.
When they marry, Qiao family parents would co over, and Chen Dewen’s elders would co too. The date was set for early April; at that ti, spring planting hadn’t started yet, scheduling it perfectly.
Listening to the old and young chatting, Jiang Xingye’s heart was pounding. After the New Year, should he consider marriage too?
Which house would be used as the marital ho?
His current living conditions were too poor; the brick-and-tile house would definitely be used, but the Four Sisters Garnt Factory would need to move out, vacating his current residence for them.
Forget it, after the New Year, let’s see the production team’s inco situation; if it’s good, simply build a factory building, and move the Four Sisters Garnt Factory to the new factory.
Thinking this, Jiang Xingye’s heart beat even faster; he was afraid it might jump out.
Afterwards, Xu Qinghuan went to the Xinhua Bookstore again; her translated manuscript passed the review, the Foreign Translation Bureau issued her a senior translator certificate, and after settling previous accounts, Gong Mingjie assigned her a senior translation task.
Considering current travel inconvenience, Gong Mingjie gave her a twenty-thousand-word task amount. After Jiang Xingye signed a confidentiality agreent, he agreed to deliver manuscripts and take tasks for Xu Qinghuan in case it’s inconvenient for her to travel.
After leaving the Xinhua Bookstore, on their way to the bus station, Jiang Xingye took Xu Qinghuan through a secluded alley. With no one at either end, he cornered Xu Qinghuan, pulled her into his arms, "Huanhuan, how should I propose?"
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