Remember [Net..] in one second! Every time Jiang Jun received a call from Chen Jing at home, he always felt like he was playing a secret agent game with Chen Jing.
In order to find out about Xie Lang, Chen Jing put in a lot of effort, thinking of all possible ways, and often called home to discuss the details with Jiang Jun.
Of course, Chen Jing's excuse for asking Jiang Jun to come and listen to the phone call was to ask for advice on dance music composition. She also seriously asked Jiang Jun to take a pen and paper to write down the information. When Jiang Jun was taking notes, Chen Jing would tell him the information she had inquired about and what to do next. Jiang Jun only had to answer "yes" or "no" to avoid Ye Qingyin's suspicion.
Ye Qingyin absolutely believed in her daughter and had never doubted the content of their conversation. She was just not happy with Jiang Jun's rather cold response to the phone and complained privately to Sister Liu: "This Jiang really thinks he's a teacher and has such high airs! Jing's teachers are all professors receiving expert allowances, they're so approachable!"
No matter how dissatisfied she was, as long as Chen Jing called back and smiled to say that her newly created dance had been approved by the leader, Ye Qingyin's heart softened again. She simply made an excuse to walk away and not see how Jiang Jun answered Chen Jing's call, thinking out of sight, out of mind.
Jiang Jun also found that reporting his daily work and life to Ye Qingyin had become an increasingly troublesome matter.
No matter whether she was doing something big or small, Ye Qingyin could always find some major flaws and point out areas for improvement, and she almost never had any words of praise.
In addition, Jiang Jun's working hours are extremely regular. He simply sits in the office and does not need to travel. At most, he goes to other units in the city to look for information. The time he returns home is fixed. If he is more than 20 minutes late for returning home, he must take the initiative to find out the reason for the delay.
Even for something like this, Ye Qingyin would remind everyone again: "For things like this that require going out, the company will usually arrange it two or three days in advance. Just look at what you are doing and inform the company in advance so that you can return home earlier. The weather is cold now, and the food gets cold quickly. If you reheat it, it will not taste good. If you eat late, you will have to go to bed late, and you will be tired when you wake up the next morning."
The unspoken subtext is that if you are not in spirit, you will not be in a good working state. If you do not do your job well, you will still make mistakes and bring shame to the Chen family.
Jiang Jun felt like a giant baby being strictly controlled as every detail of his daily life was controlled. He had no freedom at all!
But Ye Qingyin still believed that she was disciplining Jiang Jun as if she were her own daughter, and that she had to be meticulous and perfect.
Jiang Yun was so depressed that he couldn't even eat. He never had free time when he was in the army!
This kind of "maternal love" is so authoritarian that it makes people feel suffocated.
Fortunately, such days did not last long, and Jiang Jun's savior came - Chen Zhong asked the guards to pick up Ye Qingyin and live in the military family compound. The conditions in the army were good and heating had already started. The commander's building was more convenient than other people's homes. There was a faucet installed on the radiator, and heating was provided on time every night. There was no need to boil hot water at home for bathing and washing. At night, it was enough to cover herself with a thin military blanket.
Ye Qingyin was afraid of the cold, but she was worried about Jiang Jun staying alone in the courtyard. Keeping warm was only one thing, the situation was the real issue: "Jiang, I'm not home, you still have to go home on time every day, and don't run around everywhere. I heard martial law is about to start again!"
Jiang Jun pinched his arm to prevent himself from accidentally laughing. "Don't worry, Aunt Ye, I will be on time for get off work."
Ye Qingyin gave a lot of detailed instructions and finally left.
When Jiang Jun was walking home from get off work in the afternoon, he deliberately observed the situation on the street and did not find anything unusual.
The downside of living in the city is that you can't see the internal information of the army. She doesn't get to see the internal information of the unit where she works now, and she doesn't know what major events are happening in the outside world.
The courtyard was quiet. The first thing Jiang Jun did when he entered was to turn on the radio and turn up the volume. Ye Qingyin always used the excuse that she had a heart condition and only turned it on when the news was broadcast in the morning.
Jiang Jun hardly ever listened to the news broadcast on the radio. The volume of the radio was so low that she had to put her ear close to it to hear it clearly. She really didn't want to make the effort, otherwise Ye Qingyin would have another opportunity to teach her how to react to different kinds of information.
Now that she was finally free and alone, Jiang Jun simply turned up the volume to the maximum and listened to storytelling and model operas. She felt that this courtyard home finally had some vitality.
The sky was gray and hazy. The first snow since the beginning of winter had not yet fallen. Being alone in the yard seemed particularly desolate.
Ye Qingyin's colleagues live around the courtyard, but they rarely visit each other, so the alley is quiet all year round.
Especially since Ye Qingyin was famous for liking quietness, suddenly there was the sound of a radio like a loudspeaker, and several families nearby could hear it. They couldn't help but open the door and stick their heads out to see what was going on.
Hong Hagi was the most direct. She didn't open her own door, carrying her bag, but knocked on Jiang Yun's door first: "Is Aunt Ye here? Is Jiang here? I'm Hagi!"
Jiang Jun was cooking and listening to the radio, feeling very cheerful. After a while, she heard a knock on the door. She ran out to open it, and saw a long line of neighbors gathered outside. "Is there a street event going on today?"
Among these neighbors, she only knew Hong Hao.
Hong Hao was startled: "What's going on in your family? Why are you crying?"
Jiang Jun spread his hands. "I wasn't crying. I was just chopping onions, and I only cut half of one when I couldn't control my tears. I'm home alone today, and the silence makes me feel a little scared. Sorry, I'll go turn off the radio now."
Hong Hao followed in with a grin, waved to the other neighbors, and closed the gate behind him: "Yun, that's great!"
Jiang Yun puffed up his lips and said, "What's so good about that? There's still half a piece in the kitchen."
Hong Hao pulled Jiang Yun's arm and shook it: "Stop it, come out to eat with me and help me with some advice."
Jiang Yun looked back and asked, "You want to go on a blind date?"
Hong Hao nodded repeatedly: "Yes! You have good taste, help me make an idea. Let's go to Taifenglou. Their hot and sour chicken soup is so delicious."
Jiang Yun was craving delicious food, and she deeply regretted that it would be better if it wasn't a blind date party. "Sister Hagi, I can't go with you on your blind date. What if the other person falls in love with me?"
It’s not uncommon for people who are just there to make up the numbers to be elected.
Hong Hao chuckled: "If he likes you, Chen Yuanwu will shoot him dead!"
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