"I remember you. You and Xie Wanying were often together, right? Was she a student of my husband's medical school?" Jiang Ying asked her.
It was as if the person the dean's wife remembered was her junior sister. He Xiangyu grinned and said proudly: "Yingying is my junior sister."
"You're from the eighth grade class. Have you graduated?"
"Graduated." He Xiangyu felt uneasy, not knowing how to answer the dean's wife's questions next. She was afraid of admitting that she was a "traitor."
"Have you found a job?" Jiang Ying asked with concern. As a university teacher herself, she is well aware of the severity of the internal competition among college graduates.
It is the same as the music academy. Students cannot be said to be completely unable to find a job, but it is definitely very difficult to stay in a good company. In the future, college diplomas will become less and less rare.
"I went to Guozhi." He Xiangyu answered courageously.
"Not bad, not bad." Jiang Ying might not be able to hear the "traitor" meaning in her words like her husband and the people from the National Association, so they kept praising her. Then, she introduced her to the people next to her: "She is the senior sister of the girl your uncle likes. If you have any questions, you can ask her first."
Hey, hey, hey, who is this person? He Xiangyu opened her eyes.
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The lady standing next to Jiang Ying was dressed in a formal suit, a white shirt and a black skirt, with her hair combed neatly. She was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Her oval face was delicate and her temperament was demure. She seemed to be a person who didn't like to talk at all, and only shook her head or nodded to express yes or no.
In contrast, the six-year-old boy next to the lady was probably more eloquent and took the initiative to ask the director's wife Jiang Ying: "Grandma Jiang, who do you say she is? Who is my third uncle?"
It's clear whose style this boy's facial features resemble. He's handsome, and his small body makes him a natural clothes hanger. The suit he wears makes him look like a little celebrity, and his trendy bangs make him much more fashionable than his mother.
Listening to the above conversation, He Xiangyu seemed to be able to guess on behalf of her junior sister Xie Wanying that this was a member of the Cao family.
That’s right, this is Cao Dong’s wife and sons Leng Ruzhen and Cao Zhile, who are relatively unknown. The main reason is that Cao Dong rarely attends events with his wife and son.
"Isn't your husband coming?" Jiang Ying continued the topic that she had not finished talking about with Leng Ruzhen.
"My dad won't come." Cao Zhile answered the question for his mother again, "He's not interested in music."
"How do you know he is not interested? Would he let you learn the piano if he was not interested? Would he let you learn the piano so well?" Jiang Ying smiled and explained to the child, telling him not to guess what adults are thinking.
He Xiangyu was surprised to find out that this six-year-old child had practiced piano to level 10 and was considered a musical genius. The mother and son were present tonight because the child was invited and the mother came along.
Cao Zhile didn't take his aunt's words seriously and said, "My dad said that playing the tenth-grade piano is nothing special. When he was a child, he could play the drums, my second uncle could play the flute, my third uncle could play the guitar, and my grandfather could play the guzheng."
Therefore, this Cao family kid is just playing music. Cao family medical scientists believe that learning music is good for children's brain development.
"Okay, okay, I know everything." Jiang Ying patted the kid's head and told the Cao family not to be so polite anymore.
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