Qi Tongwei at the start: Not relying on Liang Lu, but winning by a single move against Heaven.

As the old Volkswagen Santana sped across the Gobi Desert, Qi Tongwei's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

The thought of seeing Zhong Xiaoai in just a few hours made him feel a little restless.

They haven't seen each other for almost half a year since parting ways during the Spring Festival.

Although the two often talked on the phone, chatting without meeting in person always felt incomplete, like scratching an itch through a boot.

This kind of itch can't be thought about; the more you think about it, the more it itches, making you feel like you're sitting on pins and needles.

The Santana stopped at Bianxi City Railway Station, and Qi Tongwei spotted Zhong Xiaoai in the crowd at a glance.

Zhong Xiaoai carried a backpack and wore a floral dress, looking as pure as a little white flower.

In the early 90s, the local customs in Bianxi were still very conservative, and people mostly wore black, white, and gray clothes.

Amidst a sea of ​​cool tones, a touch of warmth stands out, making Zhong Xiaoai stand out like a crane among chickens.

Qi Tongwei looked at her, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He strode over to her, waving and shouting to Zhong Xiaoai.

"Xiao Ai, I'm here..."

Zhong Xiaoai looked in the direction of the sound, and a bright smile instantly appeared on her face.

She ran over quickly and nestled into Qi Tongwei's arms, her eyes slightly moist.

Qi Tongwei held her, spun her around once, and then gently put her down.

He held Zhong Xiaoai's arms and asked with a smile.

"You must be exhausted. Have you eaten?"

Zhong Xiaoai didn't answer, but carefully examined Qi Tongwei.

She reached out and touched Qi Tongwei's face, her eyes slightly red.

"Senior, you've gotten darker and thinner..."

Qi Tongwei grinned, flicked her nose, and teased her.

"Your senior brother has become ugly, don't you want him anymore?"

Zhong Xiaoai pursed her lips, her face full of pride.

"Who says? He's a bit dark-skinned, but that makes him even more handsome..."

Qi Tongwei smiled, a genuine smile.

After six months in Leishan, for the first time, a genuine smile appeared on his face.

He took Zhong Xiaoai's hand, pointed into the distance, and said loudly.

"Commander Zhong, I'll take you to eat the best shumai..."

The Santana drove around in the night for a while before finally stopping outside the Grand Bazaar.

Qi Tongwei led Zhong Xiaoai through a series of twists and turns to the shumai restaurant they had visited before.

The shumai was still very fragrant, and Zhong Xiaoai ate it with her mouth full of oil.

......

By the time we got back to the Leishan Guesthouse, it was completely dark.

As soon as the guesthouse door closed, Zhong Xiaoai hugged Qi Tongwei.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and rain falls after a long drought...

At this moment, a thousand words turn into deep affection, and countless longings transform into sweet tenderness.

Their two young hearts gradually synchronized, and their breaths intertwined.

As the moonlight swayed, Zhong Xiaoai frowned slightly and bit her lower lip.

Qi Tongwei then transformed into the most agile rider on the grassland, whipping his horse and galloping across...

Inside the guesthouse room, the panting grew heavier, like spring water that wouldn't dissipate...

After the passion subsided, Qi Tongwei leaned against the headboard, contentedly smoking a cigarette.

Zhong Xiaoai nestled in his arms, her eyes still somewhat unfocused.

Holding Zhong Xiaoai in his arms, Qi Tongwei's hands were also busy, roaming over her body.

He lowered his head and kissed Zhong Xiaoai's forehead, his voice extremely gentle.

"Xiao Ai, your skin is smoother than before..."

Zhong Xiaoai frowned slightly, looked up at Qi Tongwei, and complained.

"Senior brother, it's your hands that have gotten rough..."

Qi Tongwei was taken aback and looked down at his palm.

Unbeknownst to him, the hand that Han Da Tianjiao held the pen had developed a layer of calluses.

He sighed, gently pinched Zhong Xiaoai's nose, and said with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Zhong Xiaoai grabbed his hand, looked at it repeatedly for a long time, and asked softly.

"Senior, aren't you sitting in an office? How come your hands are covered in calluses..."

Qi Tongwei didn't answer, but smiled and changed the subject.

Do you know why I asked you to come early?

Zhong Xiaoai was taken aback, glared at him, and muttered something while blushing.

"Shameless... You called them over, all you do is torment them..."

Qi Tongwei felt a tickle in his heart from her teasing and pounced on her.

He kissed her with a mischievous grin and whispered softly in her ear.

"Let's do a few more tries... I'll give you a big surprise in a couple of days..."

Zhong Xiaoai feigned reluctance, laughing and then exclaiming in surprise.

"This has happened so many times already, and you still come..."

......

In the guesthouse, Qi Tongwei and Zhong Xiaoai were all lovey-dovey and poured out their hearts to each other.

In a small courtyard on the outskirts of Santai County, however, a completely different scene unfolds.

Qin Feiyue sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.

Dong Zhicheng had been gone for most of the day and hadn't returned yet. He was very annoyed and anxious.

Just as he was about to curse, the door was pushed open and Dong Zhicheng returned.

Dong Zhicheng plopped down on the sofa, wiped his sweat, and cursed.

"Damn, it's not even July yet and it's already this hot..."

Qin Feiyue didn't respond, but handed over a bottle of water and asked in a deep voice.

"Has the item been delivered?"

Dong Zhicheng nodded, took the water, and gulped down about half a bottle.

He put down the bottle, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and replied.

"Sent it over, a full 30,000. To get rid of that brat, I even threw in two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes..."

He paused slightly, looked at Qin Feiyue, and asked in a deep voice.

"Boss Qin, is this really going to work out? It hasn't even been delivered to them yet..."

Qin Feiyue snorted coldly, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and slowly exhaled.

"Qi Tongwei is completely unyielding; he doesn't even look at the girls in the performing arts troupe. Would he accept money from them?"

Dong Zhicheng was even more confused, blinked, and continued to ask.

"Knowing he won't accept it, why give it to him anyway? It's just a waste of money..."

Qin Feiyue glanced at him and smiled, a somewhat sinister smile.

"He can just say he won't accept it and then he won't?"

"If mud falls into your crotch, does that mean it's not poop?"

Dong Zhicheng stared at Qin Feiyue with his mouth agape for a long time.

He slowly shook his head, gave Qin Feiyue a thumbs up, and sincerely praised him.

"Why don't you become the leader... You're really wicked..."

Qin Feiyue didn't take it to heart, smiled and tossed him a cigarette, then said slowly.

"That's not how things are done; we need a two-pronged approach..."

"Press down from above, poke around a bit from below... give them both face and substance, and it'll be done..."