Chen Yuefei had a newly cut haircut and a bright smile on his face.
"Where is your bike?" Jiang Jun only saw the person, but no trace of the bike.
Chen Yuefei pointed to the ditch behind him and said, "Wait down there, I'll push you up."
He had been hiding behind a tree for more than half an hour waiting for Jiang Yun.
Jiang Jun knew that riding on a boy's bike would definitely be misunderstood, so she quickly stopped him, "No! The doctor said I can't jump on it."
Chen Yuefei was stunned and couldn't retract his feet in time, so he slipped and fell. He quickly got up in a panic and brushed the dirt off his body. His face flushed red, and he looked around to see if anyone saw him.
Jiang Jun pointed at her head. "You're really agile. Look at me. I fell from such a height too, and I got a concussion." She spread her hands. "It's so bad I can only walk slowly now. I even left home a little early, and I've only just made it here. Normally, I'd be at school long ago."
Jiang Yun's words resolved Chen Yuefei's embarrassment.
Chen Yuefei lifted the bicycle to the edge of the ditch, grabbed a small tree by the roadside, jumped up in one step, and picked up the bicycle. His face was still burning: "Thank you for what you did that day."
Jiang Jun also wanted to know what happened afterwards: "Did your family find out after you returned?"
Chen Yuefei smiled sheepishly: "I lied to my mother and said it fell into the chimney. She scolded me and forced me to take a shower. She used a brush to scrub me until my skin faded."
It was more than just a scolding. They simply grabbed his ears and washed him inside and out three times. In addition to taking a bath and changing clothes, his hair and nails were all cut as short as possible. The black dust on his clothes could not be washed off and had to be cut to make doormats.
Jiang Jun smiled. She was thinking about Ye Qingyin whom she had secretly seen in the clinic that day. She was in her early forties, fair-skinned, with good temperament and good upbringing. It was obvious that she came from a scholarly family. She was lucky that she didn't go crazy when she saw the African baby coming out of the chimney.
Chen Yuefei took out a bun wrapped in a large handkerchief from his schoolbag and handed it to Jiang Jun: "You haven't had breakfast yet, right? Here you go."
He really didn't know how to express his gratitude. When he was hiding in the Jiang family that day, he heard clearly the words Zhang Xiuying scolded Jiang Jun. The sarcasm and ridicule he had never heard before made him full of sympathy for Jiang Jun.
He knew very well how unpleasant it was to be hungry. Before leaving, he had deliberately taken an extra bun. The aroma of the buns filled his nose all the way, and he had to resist taking it out and eating it.
Jiang Jun waved his hand: "I've already eaten, you can keep it for yourself. I also brought lunch."
Chen Yuefei thought Jiang Jun was disgusted by his dirty hands: "This handkerchief was embroidered by my mother yesterday. It hasn't been used yet, so it's clean."
At this point, Jiang Jun saw that Chen Yuefei simply wanted to express his gratitude, so he stopped refusing and took the handkerchief generously. He wrapped the buns together with the steamed buns he brought with him, and returned it to Chen Yuefei: "It's embroidered very beautifully."
The handkerchief is made of pure white Dacron cloth, with only a delicate little flower embroidered on one corner, and the Chinese pinyin "chen" embroidered in the font of a ribbon bow. It is very unique and has a Japanese fresh style.
Chen Yuefei hurriedly explained: "It's not mine, it's my sister's."
How could he, a hero, use such a effeminate handkerchief? Besides, he doesn't use handkerchiefs at all.
In movies, aren't the handkerchiefs on heroes bandaged by their saviors? They're washed and carried around with them, ready to be used to reminisce about their recovery, right?
Jiang Jun suppressed his laughter, looked down at the green grass, and said softly, "Hurry up and go to school. If someone sees you, they'll scold you."
Chen Yuefei looked around. The road was quiet and there were not many people. He said "oh", got on his bike and left.
However, he was still worried about Jiang Yun walking alone, so he would turn around after riding for a while, and then turn back after seeing that Jiang Yun was fine. He did this back and forth for no less than ten times, until Jiang Yun was only a few dozen meters away from the school gate, and then he felt at ease to enter the school.
Qiaojiagou Middle School only had two classrooms, one for Grade 7 and one for Grade 8. With their doors and windows open, the movements inside were clearly visible.
Zhang Jie sat by the window and waved to Jiang Jun.
The Chinese teacher was a local substitute teacher. At that moment, he was standing at the podium, holding a textbook and passionately reciting a poem written by a great man in a thick accent.
Jiang Jun did not interrupt him. He bowed slightly to the teacher at the classroom door, walked into the classroom, and sat down in the seat next to Zhang Jie.
"I've already asked the teacher for leave for you," Zhang Jie whispered, "Chen Yuefei just arrived too."
Jiang Jun stuffed his schoolbag into his desk and replied quietly, "I just saw him riding his bike into school on the road."
There were only about twenty students in the classroom, and half of them were from the compound. They all knew each other, but the boys and girls were embarrassed to talk to each other.
Although I am no longer at the age where I am easily teased by others, I am still at the age when I first fall in love and am very sensitive to everything.
Jiang Jun was also very sensitive, so he only told half of the facts and let the listeners imagine the rest.
In her original time and space, some people started dating when they were still in elementary school. They would go to school and go shopping and watch movies hand in hand when they were just over ten years old. Hugging and kissing were nothing special. They would even eat together and feed each other. In the eyes of those young couples, Jiang Jun, who was thirty years old and still had no boyfriend, was just an old leftover woman who could no longer be charming. She was a poor sister who had wasted her best years.
After living in the compound for a few days, after the reveille sounded at around four o'clock every morning, the radio would start broadcasting at six o'clock. There wasn't much news, mostly just the announcement of various disciplines and important speeches by great men.
People in the compound get up very early, burn firewood to cook breakfast, and go out to work or school early. After seven o'clock, the compound is basically quiet and there are few people walking around.
Jiang Yun finally understood why Jiang Lan played outside after school. In this information-limited time and space, interacting with others was the only way to obtain cultural information from the outside world, and playing with children of the same age was the only entertainment.
After the Chinese teacher finished reading the poem, he turned around and wrote a few new words in the text on the blackboard.
Jiang Jun opened the shoulder bag in the desk and took out the Chinese textbook.
Zhang Jie smelled the fragrance of the buns and asked in surprise, "Did you bring lunch?"
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