Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Holding Jiang Ling's hand, he stroked her face...
With Old Lady Liu avenging her son, Zhong Xuenu rarely came to the family compound to cause trouble for Song Guanshu.
Neither of them had a job, so when Jiang Ling went to school on weekends, Song Guanshu always went with her.
While Jiang Ling was in class, he was reading in the library, and then the two met at the door.
There are more than 50 classmates in Jiang Ling’s class, all of whom are older brothers and sisters who have been working for a while. They feel that their academic qualifications are not enough and want to improve themselves.
I didn't have the opportunity to take the college entrance examination back then, but now this has fulfilled my dream of going to college.
Jiang Ling is the youngest, even about the same age as some people's sons and daughters.
Being young, she had to do more work. It was not good to let a group of elders who were ten or twenty years older than her do the work. Naturally, the job of helping the teacher wipe the blackboard and move homework fell on Jiang Ling.
Even though Jiang Ling doesn't work at home, she is very diligent when she is outside.
He appears to be a positive young man.
The elders all like young people like this, and Jiang Ling quickly became friends with her classmates.
The first step for the older sisters to express their love is to introduce someone to someone. If the person is good-looking and popular, everyone will be very active in matchmaking for her.
The enthusiastic Jiang Ling was a little overwhelmed.
She could only say awkwardly, "I'm already married."
Everyone let out a sigh of regret.
"Good girls should get married later. Choose more and pick a good one."
Jiang Ling strongly agreed with Sister Sun's point of view, since she was already married when she came here.
She smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Although I'm married and you can't introduce me to a date, you can introduce me to a job."
My colleagues chose accounting as their major because they are currently working in related industries.
At this age,
"Don't you have a job?"
Jiang Ling sighed and looked at the elder sister who asked the question, "You know the Beicheng Daily Chemical Factory, right?"
Another lady with curly hair said, "I know. Before the closure, they still owed our bank a lot of money."
"You are from the daily chemical factory."
When it comes to Beicheng Daily Chemical Factory, everyone knows it.
The closure of Beicheng Daily Chemical Factory was big news some time ago. It was the first time that everyone saw a state-owned factory closing down.
"Oh, you...then you don't have a job now."
Jiang Ling nodded. "I went to school one minute and became unemployed the next. If you sisters are looking for someone to work for, please remember me."
She boasted without any modesty, "We usually take classes together, and you should be able to feel that I have good business capabilities. I also have rich experience. During the year when our factory closed down, I was involved in submitting many financial reports to higher authorities."
As they were classmates, they knew each other well and were willing to help Jiang Ling. If there was a suitable position in the company, they could introduce Jiang Ling to the job.
But after telling her the recruitment information, the rest depends on Jiang Ling's own ability.
It was just information provided to Jiang Ling, and she had to pass the exam on her own.
Everyone agreed readily.
"Our company just hired two junior accountants in June. I don't know when the next one will be."
This is what the older woman with permed hair who works at a bank said, "I can go back and ask for you to see if the company is short of staff."
No matter how sincere or insincere everyone's quick agreement is, even if no one remembers it.
For Jiang Ling, there is no loss at all. Even if one person cares about it, she has gained something.
After class, Jiang Ling helped the teacher deliver the lesson plans to the office before going to the school gate to meet Song Guanshu.
Song Guanshu had just arrived, holding a book he had just borrowed from the library.
Jiang Ling opened the book in his arms, flipped through it twice, and said with some regret, "It's not that kind of book."
Song Guanshu certainly knew what Jiang Ling meant. He smiled and said, "The library doesn't have that kind of book."
"You haven't looked for it, so how do you know it doesn't exist?" Jiang Ling couldn't help but retort.
Under his gaze, Jiang Ling couldn't help rubbing her temples. He really did find it.
The two of them had a meal together outside, and after returning home, they did not see Zhong Xuenu as usual.
Cui Er was outside enjoying the cool air with a fan in her hand. She held Jiang Ling's hand and said, "That girl came to see you this afternoon, and then Aunt Liu had a fight with her."
She shook her head reluctantly, "That pretty little face has been scratched by Aunt Liu."
Yesterday, Liu Jianshe was sent to a labor camp in the northwest. Old lady Liu had been cursing at home all night, and she was so angry that she had no place to vent it. When Zhong Xuenu came over at this time, it was like walking into a trap.
The steel mill was also closed on Saturday, so neighbors saw a bustling scene at home.
"You don't know, the beating was so horrific that it even alarmed the factory director."
"It's so serious!" I should have not gone to school if I had known.
Zhong Xuenu has always been very careful about her appearance and didn't want others to see her disfigured face, so she didn't go out for several days.
Chen Xiangyang is getting bolder and bolder. Taking advantage of the busy farming season in the countryside, he went back home for a while. When he returned home with a bag of local specialties, he happened to see Zhong Xuenu and Old Lady Liu fighting again.
People around were already accustomed to this scene. Whenever Zhong Xuenu came to the steel plant, she would be beaten by Old Lady Liu. She was also a stubborn person. No matter how she fought with Old Lady Liu, she would still come after she had recovered in two days.
Jiang Ling was watching in the crowd. She was very uncertain now. She always felt that Zhong Xue's purpose of coming to the family compound was not for Song Guanshu, but for Old Lady Liu.
Otherwise it would be difficult to explain why she was beaten by Old Lady Liu every time she came and she didn't even get to see Song Guanshu.
Every time she could only see Old Lady Liu, her three grandchildren, and the neighbors who were watching.
Liu Jianshe went to the Northwest Farm for forced labor, and his house was empty. Old Mrs. Liu lived in Liu Jianshe's house with her grandchildren, and she was not planning to return to the village.
Chen Xiangyang was a shrewd guy. He had been planning to deliver the local specialties to their home, but when he saw a group of people blocking their door from a distance, he went around to the back door, put the sack on the ground, said something to Song Guanshu, and went out to watch the fun.
After he left, Song Guanshu took out the contents of the sack, cleaned the dried beans and soaked them in water.
When Jiang Ling and Chen Xiangyang came back from watching the fun, Song Guanshu had just packed up the local specialties in the sack.
After watching the fun, the two went to the store and bought two ice creams. They had just finished the ice creams when they got home.
"Brother, cream ice cream." Chen Xiangyang threw the ice cream to Song Guanshu.
After Song Guanshu received it, he did not open the package immediately, so Chen Xiangyang said, "Brother, if you can't finish it, I'll eat it for you."
Song Guanshu has never cared about food. It doesn't matter if he eats one bite more or one bite less. Upon hearing this, he handed the ice cream to him.
"The ingredients have been prepared, the rest is up to you."
Chen Xiangyang stared at the couple's backs as they returned to their house, "I don't know how to do it!"
He had seen his mother deal with it when he was at home. He had an impression of it, but it was not a deep one.
I processed it the way I remembered it, and the final result was very good.
Jiang Ling gave a thumbs up and praised, "Not bad, you are born to do this job, you are more talented than your brother."
Chen Xiangyang's self-confidence was boosted by the compliment, and he smiled happily, "I think it tastes good, too."
Song Guanshu narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
After dinner, he took out a pile of books from the cabinet.
"You can't just sit there doing nothing. The textile factory has a literacy class. I've signed you up. You can go to class next Monday."
When Chen Xiangyang heard that the book was for him, his eyes almost popped out, "I go to school?"
He waved his hands quickly, "I can't do that."
Jiang Ling casually flipped through the textbooks Song Guanshu had brought out. They were all simple basic content. "I think it's okay. That's settled."
Jiang Ling turned around and asked Song Guanshu, "From what time did he go up to what time?"
"From half past eight to ten."
Jiang Ling patted Chen Xiangyang and said, "Don't be afraid. Song Guanshu and I will take you to school."
He returned home with a pile of books, feeling aggrieved. He didn't study seriously when he was a child. Now he is twenty years old and has to go to school with a group of people who are his grandmother's generation.
It wouldn't be embarrassing enough if people knew about it.
Jiang Ling locked the door with a smile, and when she went back, she met Song Guanshu's deep eyes.
"Do you also think his cooking is better?"
Jiang Ling's face wrinkled up: "The taste is not that good, it needs more training."
Song Guanshu was immediately coaxed. The corners of his lips curled up and he whispered, "The food he cooks is not delicious. I will cook it from now on."
Jiang Ling gave him a puzzled look and said, "Free labor would be a waste if not used." Chen Xiangyang can do it, so why should he do it himself? Are you stupid?
"But you just said it tasted bad."
Jiang Ling: "I know, but we should always give young people a chance. They will improve."
She reached out and touched Song Guanshu's face twice, "Kitchen fumes are bad for the skin. Don't let your fair face turn yellow."
Song Guanshu raised the corner of his lips, took Jiang Ling's hand, and touched her face all the way down.
He discovered that compared to doing other things, Jiang Ling was more interested in touching the muscle groups on his body.
Jiang Ling is a soft-hearted person, and she is usually willing to help as long as she is allowed to touch.
But today, Jiang Ling seemed to have no worldly desires and just touched it twice casually before stopping.
His misty eyes gradually opened, and he was now feeling very uncomfortable.
"Jiang Ling..." Song Guanshu called Jiang Ling's name softly.
Why did he stop? Was he tired of this body?
Song Guanshu held Jiang Ling's hand and walked around his body. From the mountains to the valleys, there were beautiful scenery everywhere.
"It's hot and I have to take a shower. It's so troublesome."
Song Guanshu widened his eyes in disbelief. It was already nearly October and they even had to close the windows when sleeping at night. Jiang Ling said the weather was hot.
Jiang Ling pulled her hand away without mercy and went to change her pajamas. Song Guanshu looked down at his naked upper body, and imitated Jiang Ling's behavior and pinched it twice. The feeling was the same as usual, but why didn't Jiang Ling like it?
A woman's mood is affected by hormones, and Jiang Ling has not had such thoughts during this period.
Song Guanshu thought that his muscles had atrophied because he had not worked at home during this period.
So before dawn, he would run around the family quarters for exercise, and then return home to take a quick shower and go back to bed before Jiang Ling got up.
As autumn deepens, Song Guanshu's self-discipline becomes more and more obvious.
After lunch, he saw Chen Xiangyang off. He couldn't wait to let Jiang Ling feel the results of his self-discipline.
The voice outside the door called Jiang Ling away, "Jiang Ling, there's a phone number for your home."
She is the owner of the nearby convenience store.
Jiang Ling responded, pulled her hand away and trotted out.
She ran to the store to answer the phone, "Hello, who is this? I'm Jiang Ling."
"It's Jiang Ling, are you reading at home?" Li Gui's excited voice came from the receiver.
"He's at home. Should I call him over to answer the phone?"
"No, no, it's the same as what I told you." Jiang Ling had never seen Li Gui so excited before.
"Did you guys just watch the news?"
"No, just tell me what you want to say."
"Just now on TV, they said that a decision was made to relax restrictions on hiring in private enterprises."
At first glance, this has nothing to do with them. Hengjiu Factory is affiliated with the cotton mill and is not subject to any restrictions on employment.
This is a signal that the topic that has been debated in the news for so long has finally come to a conclusion. Today, the restrictions on the number of employees can be lifted, and there may be other changes tomorrow.
Jiang Ling understood why Li Gui was so happy, so she said, "Okay, I'll go back and talk to Song Guanshu and ask him to find you some time. You two brothers can work together to figure out what to do next."
"OK."
The person on the other end responded and hung up.
Now it costs money to make or receive phone calls. Jiang Ling left in a hurry and didn't bring any money with her, so she told the boss's wife and went back to get her money.
Jiang Ling's home was nearby, and she was a frequent customer of the store, often coming to buy snacks, so there was no need to worry that she would run away.
After returning home, Jiang Ling briefly told Song Guanshu about the content of the call and went to the convenience store to pay the two cents for answering the phone.
When Jiang Ling returned home, she talked about what had just happened with Song Guanshu.
He couldn't wait to say, "I'll go discuss it with Brother Gui and I'll be back soon."
Jiang Ling said, "Bring some money with you. It would be embarrassing if you come empty-handed."
"good."
From that day on, Song Guanshu became busy.
He didn't even rest on the weekends. Instead, Chen Xiangyang was quite relaxed because he had to go to school.
Song Guanshu was worried about Jiang Ling going to school alone every weekend, so he gave the task of picking her up to Chen Xiangyang.
Jiang Ling felt that this was unnecessary. Going to school was not the right way to do anything dangerous.
She also privately said to Song Guanshu, "Isn't it a bad idea to treat Chen Xiangyang as a bodyguard like this?"
Song Guanshu smiled and said, "He is willing. Between reading and sending you to school, he will definitely choose the former."
But what I was thinking in my heart was, being a bodyguard is not a good idea, would it be better to be a chef?
However, he could only think about this and did not dare to tell Jiang Ling.
Chen Xiangyang really liked sending Jiang Ling to school. Beicheng University had basketball courts and football fields. He was about the same age as the college students and was at the age where he loved to play.
Football fields and basketball courts are rare things in the countryside. Although it was his first time playing ball sports, he was very talented.
After class, Jiang Ling went to the basketball court to find Chen Xiangyang and go home.
The silly boy was full of energy. The weather at the end of October was already very cold, and the young people on the court only wore short sleeves.
"Chen Xiangyang is gone."
"Coming soon."
Even though Chen Xiangyang has only been at the court for a few days, he is a good basketball player and good at dealing with people, and has become the center of attention on the court.
Chen Xiangyang said he wanted to go home, and the people who were playing basketball with him put away their balls and said, "No more playing, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."
"Xiangyang, will you come next week?"
"Of course I'll come. Wait for me and let's play basketball together." He thought that he would still have to take Jiang Ling to school for classes at that time, so he would definitely come.
Some of those who played basketball with Chen Xiangyang on the court went back to the dormitory with their roommates, while others did not rush back and left the court with Chen Xiangyang.
One of the tall and thin boys asked, "Are you brother and sister?"
Two voices rang out at the same time.
"I'm her brother."
"I'm his sister."
The man suddenly had an idea and smiled, revealing two small canine teeth. "I see, you are twins, a boy and a girl."
Jiang Ling glanced at Chen Xiangyang's face with disdain. How could this person mistake her and Chen Xiangyang for twins? They didn't look alike at all.
He smiled and held out his hand. “My name is Xiao Shan, and I’m a sophomore in the Foreign Languages Department.”
Jiang Ling touched his hand politely.
This is a boy who looks very similar to Chen Xiangyang, outgoing, cheerful and sweet-spoken.
He had just finished playing basketball and was not yet cold. He lifted up his shirt and wiped the sweat off his head, revealing his neatly arranged wheat-colored abdominal muscles.
Walking out of the school with Chen Xiangyang were two other roommates from Xiaoshan. "I understand. There is a pair of twins downstairs from us. They look down on each other and both want to be the boss."
They look exactly like brother and sister. As for why they are determined to be brother and sister rather than sister and brother, it is because Chen Xiangyang does not look like a younger brother.
Jiang Ling: This cannot be explained.
When Xiaoshan suggested that there was a delicious hot pot restaurant outside the school, Jiang Ling agreed even faster than Chen Xiangyang.
"Sure, sure."
I can just ask these college students at the dinner table what delicious food there is near the school, and bring Song Guanshu along to eat next time. She has had enough of the restaurants she often goes to, so I’ll continue writing about some fresh meals to stay alive.
When you stay with young people, you will feel younger.
We are of similar age, so eating and chatting together is not awkward and it is fun to talk and laugh.
While eating, Chen Xiangyang whispered to Jiang Ling, "I feel like I forgot something."
Jiang Ling waved her hand nonchalantly, "The things you forget must not be important."
Chen Xiangyang really didn't think about it too deeply.
The two returned home smelling like hot pot, and only then did they realize that they had forgotten something: they had forgotten Song Guanshu.
He prepared a table full of food and was waiting for them to come home.
Chen Xiangyang and Song Guanshu looked at each other and walked into the house reluctantly.
The smell of hot pot was so strong that Song Guanshu could smell it on them from a long distance away.
"Are you full?"
Jiang Ling decided to put the blame on Chen Xiangyang. "It's all his fault for insisting on eating hot pot. I've already told him that home-cooked food is the best, but he refused to listen. I had no choice but to eat with him."
Chen Xiangyang stared at Jiang Ling in disbelief. He found it hard to believe how a mouth that squinted at a 37-degree angle could say such words.
"I...No, I didn't."
He felt extremely aggrieved and was really afraid that Song Guanshu would hold a grudge against him.
"Are you all full?" He smiled gently, "I haven't eaten yet because I'm waiting for you to eat."
Jiang Ling's head lowered lower and lower.
Song Guanshu added, "You two haven't come back yet. I thought something happened and wanted to go out to look for you."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Don't be angry. You know I have a bad memory." Jiang Ling held his hand and shook it. "You haven't eaten yet. You must be hungry."
"Chen Xiangyang, go heat up the food, and let's eat together with your brother."
After receiving the instruction, Chen Xiangyang quickly heated up the dishes, and the dishes were ready to be served after just two simple stirs.
The steaming dishes were served on the table, and Chen Xiangyang took a pair of chopsticks for him and Jiang Ling respectively according to Jiang Ling's arrangement.
Jiang Ling diligently picked up some food for Song Guanshu, and occasionally ate a few bites herself. The lackey praised, "I still like the food you cook the most. The food outside is not as delicious as yours."
"Isn't that right, Chen Xiangyang?"
Chen Xiangyang was as full as Jiang Ling. He pretended to eat the food seriously, but in fact he didn't eat much.
Jiang Ling asked, and he finally put down his chopsticks, "Yes, the hotel chef is not as delicious as my brother's cooking."
In order to prove the credibility of what they just said, they each picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into their mouths, "Delicious!"
Although he was very angry, he still didn't want her to feel bad, "Okay, if you eat too much, don't eat anymore."
"There are some digestion medicines in the box. Take two pills."
Jiang Ling put down her chopsticks as if she had received a blessing, "I knew you were the best."
Before looking for medicine, she hugged Song Guanshu and kissed him on the face, making a very sweet "bo" sound.
Chen Xiangyang said with disdain, "I'm still here, please pay a little more attention."
The smile on Song Guanshu's lips fell, "If you don't like it, just leave."
He also disliked Chen Xiangyang for being a nuisance here and having no tact at all.
Jiang Ling took two pills to promote digestion and threw them to Chen Xiangyang, "Eat it."
How could Chen Xiangyang dare to leave? His brother was angry. They made the same mistake together and Jiang Ling could not be left alone to face it.
He smiled and said, "I can't bear to leave you, brother. I won't leave."
Song Guanshu became even more annoyed, what an ignorant guy.
He should have been enrolled in a longer class, preferably from Monday to weekend, from seven in the morning to ten at night.
When he has some free time, he will ask someone if there are such classes and sign him up for a few more.
Chen Xiangyang was reluctant to leave, and Song Guanshu had no appetite so he only ate two bites and stopped.
Jiang Ling was very aware that she had done something wrong, and she sat aside diligently serving the dishes, like a perceptive eunuch beside the emperor.
Chen Xiangyang felt that he had also made a mistake and should express his apology, so he followed Jiang Ling's example and picked up food for Song Guanshu.
I don’t know what my brother likes to eat, but it doesn’t matter. Just order the same food as Jiang Ling.
Before Chen Xiangyang's chopsticks arrived, Song Guanshu covered the rice bowl and leaned back.
“I don’t like eggplant.”
"But you ate all of it just now."
Song Guanshu said calmly, "I don't like it now."
Chen Xiangyang was just innocent, not stupid. He said angrily, "Brother, you favor girls over boys!"
Song Guanshu took the potato Jiang Ling picked up for him and said seriously, "Stand up now, turn left and take two steps forward, then turn right and take five steps."
Chen Xiangyang didn't understand what was going on, but he did as he was told, "I'm in front of the closet now."
"Take up the thing that's upside down on the cabinet to your right."
Chen Xiangyang said blankly, "There is only one mirror." "Pick it up."
"I picked it up, and then what?"
Jiang Ling couldn't help but laugh, "He wants you to take a good look in the mirror."
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