Chapter 134

Jiang Xi returned on February 15th, but the news of their early admission to Peking University and Tsinghua University was that the admissions teachers of the universities contacted the schools in advance. The two schools were so happy that they let everyone know the good news in advance.

The city and county TV stations wanted to interview the two students as soon as possible, but unfortunately the students were not in Wucheng, so they wanted to interview the parents of the two students.

As a result, one parent refused to be interviewed due to his special status, and another parent was said to be not in his hometown but working outside. They finally took a bus to Shuibu Town, but before they even reached the village below, they couldn't understand what the people in the town were saying. They were not from Shuibu Town, so they didn't know that they could take a bus around the mountain road, or go to Tanshan and walk the long dike road to Jiangjia Village.

They arrived at the Shuibu Town Pier and asked around, but there were no boats going south of the Shahe River. They said that there were only boats going there during the market days. They had no choice but to carry the camera back to Wucheng. Then they found out that the grandfather of one of the students had opened a shop at the school gate. They all came to the shop to interview Grandpa Jiang. Unfortunately, Grandpa Jiang could not speak Mandarin, not even Wucheng dialect. He spoke the authentic Shuibu Town dialect, and the reporters who came to interview him could not understand a single person. They could already foresee what it would be like to interview Jiang Liu in the village. It would probably be like talking at cross purposes, and no one would understand what would happen if the interview was broadcast.

In the end, they had no choice but to interview the teachers and classmates at the school.

The teacher interviewed Jiang Yu's homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang, and several other teachers. The student interviewed Liu Ping. When Liu Ping saw someone coming to the school for an interview, she rushed over faster than a rabbit and stood at the front of the crowd. The reporter saw her immediately and pointed the microphone at her: "My classmate, can I interview you?" Liu

Ping was so excited that she had no idea what she was saying. She nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Excuse me, do you know Jiang Gui from your school?"

Liu Ping's mind went blank and she answered instinctively, "Yes, I know her. We're in the same dormitory. She's super awesome. She got first place in the county joint entrance exam and even beat Song Peifeng from Wu Middle School across the street. Did you know that?"

Reporter: ...

Classmate, do you know what you are talking about?

The reporter changed to another person and passed the microphone to Lu Xuehua who came out with Liu Ping: "Classmate, may I ask what kind of person Jiang Gui is in your mind?"

Liu Ping quickly stretched her head over and answered: "She treated us to braised pork with red sauce!"

The reporter thought this point was in line with the value of "being helpful" and passed the microphone back to Liu Ping, asking her to say more: "I rented her books to make money before, and she didn't get angry when she found out, and even treated us to braised pork with red sauce!"

The reporter thought Liu Ping was talking about Jiang Gui's tutoring books or textbooks. After all, the study notes of a top student are indeed worth renting: "So she is usually very helpful?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Liu Ping was frightened by the big devil, and now she was just bragging about Jiang Xi.

Lu Xuehua was afraid that Liu Ping, who was so stupid, would say something she shouldn't, so she quickly pulled her aside and said, "Before she joined the training team, every noon, as long as she was free, she would come to the dormitory to help us with our homework."

Liu Ping: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Reporter: "Anything else?"

Liu Ping stretched her head over again: "She is super hardworking. When she first came to our dormitory, we didn't dare to say anything."

Lu Xuehua quickly added: "Because we were afraid of disturbing her studies, on the first day of school, when everyone was getting to know each other, she was alone in the dormitory studying hard, leading the whole dormitory to work hard together!"

"Right, right, right! After turning off the lights, she did exercises with a flashlight!"

Lu Xuehua was also led astray by Liu Ping and said, "I studied until one or two o'clock every day!"

The reporter also came to learn about it and asked, "I heard that Jiang Xi's grades were not good when she first came to No. 1 Middle School? Then, is it because of her hard work and diligence that she has achieved such good grades now?"

Thinking of Jiang Xi's freshman year in high school, she would write and write whenever she had free time. Liu Ping and Lu Xuehua didn't know that Jiang Xi was writing... The reporter nodded in agreement: "She spends all her spare time studying!"

The school teachers also said: "I heard from her roommate that this student studies until one or two o'clock every night, and gets up at five in the morning to run, memorizing while running."

The reporters really didn't expect that the Jiang Xi they interviewed was such a positive person, a student who met the values ​​of their TV station, and had the advantages of being poor, hardworking, and helpful.

The only regret was that they didn't interview Jiang Xi herself.

After interviewing Jiang Xi, they went to Wuzhong to interview Song Peifeng. Of course, they could not mention the fact that Song Peifeng was Secretary Song's son. They could only mention his academic performance and his status in school. They also found the school's bulletin board, where they saw a two-inch photo of Song Peifeng. The two-inch photo had a blue background, and the boy was wearing a school uniform. He was as handsome as a boy in a dream who had walked out of a painting.

They also focused on the huge score difference between Song Peifeng and the second-highest grade student to emphasize the excellence of this boy who was admitted to National Tsing Hua University in advance.

However, this interview was not broadcast immediately because of the lack of two protagonists. The director of the TV station meant that they had to wait until the two students came back and interview the two students, and then cut the two ends together and broadcast them together.

Liu Ping had no idea what she said today. She thought she did a great job and praised Jiang Xi sincerely.

He Xiaofang, who was not interviewed, was so jealous of Liu Ping. She was Jiang Xi's best friend. If she was interviewed, she would definitely say better than Liu Ping!

Xu Xiuli was the same. She was more reserved and wanted to wait for the reporter to interview her. Who knew Liu Ping was so shameless that she followed the reporter and spoke even if she had to grab the microphone.

When Jiang Xi came back, the school was already closed. Only she and Song Peifeng were left. They got off the car and took a tricycle to school together.

The cabin of the tricycle was very small, so crowded that it could barely accommodate four people. Two people were actually the most suitable, at least there was still a little space in the cabin, but it was still inevitable that the two people's legs touched each other.

Song Peifeng consciously leaned his legs to the right, and Jiang Xi stretched his legs to the left.

However, Song Peifeng was also tall and long-legged like Jiang Bai. Although he had not grown up to 1.83 meters like Jiang Bai and was still growing, the 17-year-old Song Peifeng was also 1.8 meters tall at this time. He and Jiang Xi sat in the narrow tricycle, unable to stretch their legs. They just put their hands on their knees, sat upright, and looked out the window through the plastic film.

It was a cold winter day, and the small doors on both sides were closed. Jiang Xi leaned his head on the canvas at the back of the carriage, looking lazily at the street scene outside the window through the blurry transparent plastic film.

Wucheng in this era still has a strong New Year atmosphere. The streets are decorated with lights and red lanterns are hung on the street lights on both sides of the road. The hawking of various snacks is heard incessantly on the street.

Song Peifeng didn't know where to put his stiff legs. His body was stretched straight. The two of them, one looking at the street scene on this side and the other looking at the street scene on the other side, unconsciously, his eyes fell on her face.

In winter, there is a thin white mist on the tip of the nose just by breathing. Unconsciously, a layer of mist is covered on the transparent plastic film window.

Jiang Xi turned his eyes from the street to look at him: "Can I open the door?"

It is still very cold to open the door of such a small tricycle in winter, and the wind is biting.

The two sat face to face, Jiang Xi had the tailwind, while Song Peifeng had the headwind. It was Jiang Xi who opened the door and faced the cold wind.

Song Peifeng had wanted to open the car door for a long time. The two of them were trapped in such a small space, and it seemed that her breath was all over their bodies, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Yeah." He stretched out his hand and opened the left door.

Jiang Xi also opened the right door. The crisp cold wind blew in his face instantly, blowing Jiang Xi's hair up. Song Peifeng stretched out his hand and closed the right door again.

Jiang Xi couldn't stand it for less than two minutes, so he pulled up his scarf to cover his neck that was filled with cold wind.

The cold wind these days blows on the face like a knife. It is not an adjective, but a realistic, real, like a knife.

Song Peifeng reached out and closed the canvas door on the left, leaving only the cold wind blowing into the car through the gap of the door.

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Qi had never looked at Song Peifeng carefully in both of her lives. The two actually didn't have many interactions, mostly at various meetings. When they met, they smiled and nodded politely and exchanged a few words. They knew that this man looked gentle and elegant, but in fact he had quite tough methods. When he was in power, he was very good at managing the local economy and was a very capable official.

At that time, they looked at each other probably because of their positions and the various forces represented by these positions. When she looked at Song Peifeng, she never paid attention to his appearance. Sometimes, in their eyes, the other person was probably just a symbol.

Now that she is looking at him from such a close distance, Secretary Song in his youth is really pleasing to the eye.

She couldn't help but take a closer look, comparing the changes and differences in appearance between Song Peifeng in his youth and Song Peifeng twenty years later. He

seems to be thinner now, like a tall white poplar, and his face is still full of youthfulness. Twenty years later, he is serious and only a faint glance can give people a strong sense of oppression, making people dare not be presumptuous in front of him.

During the years in JW, I saw too much of the darkness of the officialdom. Sometimes I felt that no one could be investigated and no one was investigated. But later, when I saw him and her leader, I couldn't help but feel that we were fellow travelers, so I could continue to persist and persevere on this road.

Song Peifeng's whole body was stiff. He looked out the window with an upright and calm look. In fact, the transparent plastic film was covered with mist, and he couldn't see anything outside, but he just sat there stiffly, not daring to move.

The whole narrow carriage seemed to be filled with her breath.

Her gaze was actually very aggressive, like a cheetah that had eaten and drunk enough and was lying on a tree, slowly swinging its tail, staring lazily at the antelope not far away.

Jiang Xi realized it belatedly after seeing his ears turn red. She had been looking at him and thinking for a long time, and couldn't help but smile at him. Then she saw that the red on Secretary Song's earlobe first spread to his neck, then to his face, and then his whole body turned red like a stiff tomato.

But his expression was serious, as if he was swearing to join the party.

She really didn't expect that the famous Secretary Song, who would become famous 20 years later, would be such an interesting person in his youth.

In order not to embarrass him, she smiled again and turned her eyes to the car window. Hmm, so Secretary Song was looking at the mist on the transparent plastic film before?