Just then, a military-green bicycle stopped outside the post office, and a burly man dressed in a military-green uniform walked in.
"Daqiangzi, hurry up, I still have a lot of letters to deliver." A young man with a crew cut rushed in, gulped down a large pot of cool boiled water, and then spoke out.
Waiting on the side, Qi Xiaoyan's eyes lit up, and she softly called out, "Brother Dajun?"
Niu Dajun, who had just finished drinking water, was startled and looked at Qi Xiaoyan. His face turned slightly red, embarrassed that the handsome young lady had seen his rudeness.
"You know me? You are..." Niu Dajun felt Qi Xiaoyan looked familiar but couldn't recall at the moment. He had only recovered a month ago, and many folks in his hometown had changed so much he couldn't recognize them, which had led to many jokes.
Although Qi Xiaoyan was nervous, she still introduced herself very graciously and politely, "I'm Qi Xiaoyan. My elder brother is Qi Rongjun."
