Hong Hao's foot injury hadn't healed yet, and he wasn't particularly busy at work, so he leaned back on the sofa, feeling quite relaxed. "Jiang, are you feeling better from your cold?"
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "Yeah, I wouldn't dare come to you if I wasn't fully recovered." Before he finished speaking, he felt an itch in his throat. He couldn't help but pounded his chest and coughed twice. He quickly explained, "I'm not coughing from a cold. It's just that the smell of charcoal is different from that of coal briquettes."
Huang Chunbo looked at Jiang Jun and said with a smile, "Jiang, you shouldn't have pounded your fist just now. You should have covered your heart and sighed with a frown."
Jiang Jun laughed and pounded his fists twice more: "You have to pound your fists. Our house is at the easternmost end!"
Huang Chunbo was amused: "This is interesting, the one who should hold the heart is holding the feet!"
Hong Hao chuckled, put down the ankle he was kneading, and pretended to punch the armrest of the sofa: "Huang Chunbo, you are the only one who has so many tricks!"
The Wang family's nanny poured Jiang Yun a cup of hot water and said, "Teacher Jiang, your cousin has been out with her basket of vegetables for about half an hour."
Jiang Jun nodded and thanked him. "When she comes back later, please call me. I'm afraid I won't be able to hear anything outside if I speak."
When she went out to work in the morning, she specifically reminded Li Caixia on the way to speak softly and not to get to know everyone everywhere. It would be better for her to stay at home and read more books and study more. It is always good to have many skills. Once there is a recruitment quota, she can arrange a job as soon as possible.
Since Li Caixia is not at home now, she can sit down and chat peacefully. After all, she feels in a good mood when she sees Huang Chunbo and Hong Hao sitting together!
Hong Hao asked, "Jiang, I saw Jing yesterday, and also one of Wu's middle school classmates. I forgot her name, but I talked to her before. They left in a hurry, in a hurry. What happened?"
Jiang Jun's eyebrows jumped: "You also know Xiao Xingxing?"
Hong Hao suddenly realized: "Ah! Yes, we all called her Xingxing back then, and many of her classmates often came to the Wu family to play!"
Huang Chunbo asked, "Are you sure you're here to have fun and not to join a group?"
Hong Hao rolled his eyes. "What do you mean by 'series'? It's parallel!" The situation outside was so tense, and even the police were patrolling in plainclothes. He was really worried about being overheard. "Those guys are all good students. They're all class monitors, study committee members, and so on."
Huang Chunbo laughed: "What are you playing? It's not reciting quotations, is it?"
The past few years have been the time when middle school students were most enthusiastic about participating in society. When boys and girls get together, they rarely talk about studying. What they are most excited about is going to the square to participate in this activity and that activity, and enthusiastically discussing which area has the most prosperous situation.
Hong Hao answered seriously, "They're here to help Wu with his studies! Wu took a year off from school, and when he returned, he was demoted to a lower grade. This Xingxing is their new monitor and foreign language representative, and he took the initiative to bring his classmates to help Wu with his studies."
Jiang Yun was stunned. Chen Yuanwu went to such a good middle school and his classmates were all top students. Why would he ask her to tutor him in math, physics and chemistry?
Huang Chunbo pursed his lips tightly, turned the corners of his mouth downward, and gently pulled his chin with his thumb and index finger: "Hey, the drunkard's intention is not to drink!"
Originally, he thought the weasel had ulterior motives in paying New Year's greetings to the chicken, but then he thought this allegorical saying was too vulgar, and since his last name was Huang, he accidentally got himself confused and changed his words temporarily.
Hong Hao chuckled. "Look at you, what are you blind to? You were still in middle school back then. Who would have such a cunning mind? Jiang, don't listen to Huang Chunbo. He just loves making up stories. He does whatever he wants to make up. I've lived here my whole life. I know it better than anyone."
Jiang Jun uttered a stunned "Oh!" "Yuanwu took a year off, so didn't he get demoted to a lower grade? Why does he have to make up for it?"
If he hadn't been demoted and wanted to catch up with the learning progress of his original class, it would have been acceptable for Chen Yuanwu's teachers and classmates to help him with tutoring.
Hong Hao's expression was very serious. "Actually, at that time, we often didn't have classes at school, but those who loved studying would still study secretly, and those who loved studying well would get together to study."
Teaching materials are limited and learning materials are hard to come by. Sometimes, more than a dozen people will each hand-copy a copy of a thin textbook. Whoever gets better teaching resources will share them within the group.
Jiang Yun had a question: "Are the liberal arts courses at Yuanwu better than the science courses?"
Hong Hao nodded. "Yes, Wu is two years younger than me. We were both in the key liberal arts class back then. As long as you could get 20 points in math, you could be recommended for admission to university."
No matter how chaotic the world is, there are still places of protection in certain environments.
Jiang Jun remembered something else: "Did Xiao Xingxing and Yuanwu get into the same university?"
Hong Hao frowned and thought carefully: "I don't know if we were in the same university. When you go to university, you have to live on campus. Wu's university classmates have also come here, but I hadn't graduated from university at that time. I would go out with my classmates on weekends. Even when I go home, sometimes I can't see Wu.
Later, Wu went to the army, and no one from his family came to visit him in the past few years. Xingxing also didn't come. So when I saw her just now, she looked familiar, but I almost forgot her name.
Jiang Jun's heart began to bubble. Hum, Lao Wu, Lao Wu, he has a childhood sweetheart and a female classmate. Could there be a female comrade? It seems that when he lived in the equipment department's family compound, he didn't notice anything unusual.
Huang Chunbo seemed to have discovered a new world: "Hagi, so you are from the key liberal arts class! But I don't think you look like it!"
Hong Hao asked back, "How are they not similar? Do people from the liberal arts class have to have words carved on their faces?"
Huang Chunbo replied seriously, "People who graduated from liberal arts classes are best at writing poetry. You've been with me, and I've never even heard you recite a doggerel."
Hong Hao chuckled. "Who says a liberal arts student has to be a poet? I'm good at history and I went to the history department in college. If the professor at school hadn't been overthrown, I almost went to study archaeology."
Huang Chunbo patted his chest and said, "Hagi, if you had studied archaeology earlier, you wouldn't think I'm ugly!"
People who study liberal arts love romance, have certain requirements for appearance, and tend to be aesthetically pleasing.
From ancient times to the present, great poets and writers have created countless romantic love stories between talented men and beautiful women and left behind countless romantic poems.
Hong Hao continued to laugh: "With Jiang here, I will listen to her advice no matter how many times she tries."
Huang Chunbo turned around and asked, "Jiang, I heard from Hagi that your Comrade Wu is tall and handsome, as handsome as Pan An, so I thought his classmates were chasing him home to throw fruit at him."
Hong Hao's expression changed: "Huang Chunbo, you are causing trouble, aren't you?"
Jiang Jun forced a smile and said, "I'll go back and look for the fruit later. I'll throw it away when I find it!"
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