Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan are riding a bicycle alone, riding along with the bicycle army on the way to get off work. The afternoon sun is warm on the body, and the breeze strokes the feathers like a devil.

There are workers, students and civil servants around them, and there are uninhibited or soft chats, which are both life-like and romantic.

During this period of time, don’t want any car to step on the accelerator. Whether it’s a bicycle lane or a driveway, it’s full of bicycles at this time, a six-lane road, and dozens of bicycles in rows. Next to one car, walk forward at almost the same speed. Sometimes, when the two cars are close together, it is almost like a shoulder-to-shoulder feeling. Others have to push lightly to avoid a traffic accident.

Most cyclists have very good skills. People with one-handed grips or even without grips can be seen everywhere, and it is not uncommon for a bicycle to carry one or two people.

People sitting in the back seat or the front seat tend to be indifferent to the surrounding situation, or talk seriously, or fight seriously.

Occasionally, there is a problem at an intersection. Thousands of bicycles on the whole street will stop. If you stand on the back seat of a certain car, you can see the spectacular traffic jam of thousands of bicycles.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan spoke quietly, using their sturdy arms to block the approaching bicycles from time to time in order to gain more space.

He is tall and has long arms. He has been doing bench press exercises for more than a year. The muscles on his arms are as hard as rocks. Even with a little bit of energy through the coat, he can see the obvious difference, even for workers who do manual work all year round. Due to the limitation of talent, he would not be stronger than him, and the space around Yang Rui was more spacious than others.

After Jing Yulan noticed it, she couldn't help but flatten her mouth and said, "Domineering."

Yang Rui sighed and said, "Unfortunately, it's not the president."

Jing Yulan looked at him blankly, obviously not finding the point of laughter.

The Jing family moved to the family yard of China Silk Company.

As an enterprise earning foreign exchange, the treatment of China National Silk Corporation was the best in the 1980s. Although the Bank of China normally collects all the foreign exchange they earn, it is much more generous in terms of RMB income, and the government provides more subsidies and preferential policies every year.

In terms of employee welfare, both the geographical location and the floor area of ​​the China Silk Family Home surpassed the average level.

As the deputy general manager, Jing Cuncheng received better treatment. The house has an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, which is a large five-bedroom and two-living room. There is also a nanny room, a small garden in front of the building and a utility room behind the building. It is not small, and it also has a scale of two to three hundred square meters. However, unlike commercial buildings, cadre buildings like this are not only calculated according to the building area, but also often shrink in terms of housing costs. For example, the garden in front of the building and the utility room at the rear of the building are not included in the area of ​​course. The internal walkways and stairs will also be removed from the residential area. What's more, the nanny room and toilet can be removed from the area of ​​the house.

The decoration of the room is also based on the level. Although the decoration style inevitably imitates several large foreign-related hotels, it is a bit uncoordinated, but in terms of decoration and luxury, this is what Yang Rui saw in the 1980s. The best residence.

A 30-year-old nanny opened the door and put shoes in the entrance hall. He smiled and said, "Aunt Xu is in the kitchen. She has to cook by herself. Don’t let me get her hands on her. You sit first and I’ll go. Tell me."

Yang Rui said while changing his shoes, "This house is really good."

"The rent of 8 yuan per month is enough for me to pay for half a month's meal." Jing Yulan bent down, helped Yang Rui put his shoes, and helped him take off his coat from the back, and hung it on the hanger. .

Yang Rui listened straight to the eye. It is located in the second ring road of Beijing. It has a building area of ​​800 square meters and an area of ​​300 to 400 square meters. The monthly rent is only half a month's meal for ordinary employees.

Yang Rui said greedyly: "I want to rent it. No one rents it to me."

"What is the rent? How expensive is it? My dad has housing subsidies, so we only rented it. The Tongzilou next to it costs only three yuan a month." Jing Yulan said, thinking of a family staying in the Pingjiang Hotel. He pursed his lips and said, "You are not afraid of wasting money. You can rent it. If the money is all spent, you can borrow it from me."

"You can save a few dollars with your salary," Yang Rui sighed leisurely while thinking about housing subsidies.

"Not used to the dormitory?" Jing Yulan waited for Yang Rui to sit on the sofa in the living room, busy serving tea and pouring water.

"The dormitory is much better than the Xibao Middle School. It is also a building. However, the convenience is not necessarily more convenient than the middle school." Yang Rui said and pressed the sofa, smiling: "I haven't been on the sofa for a long time."

"It's also rented. The furniture here is only two and five dollars a month. You can't afford it if you buy it yourself."

Yang Rui was speechless again, and said, "You broke this sofa, and the rent is not enough to pay for the sofa."

Jing Yulan didn't know why, and said: "We just moved here and there is no furniture. Of course we have to rent it."

Yang Rui smiled and shook his head, and said, "Socialism is good."

After a while, Jing Mu wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen, greeted Yang Rui with a smile, and even took out the incidents in Hedong one by one, mixed with various thanks.

Having said this, Jing Mu asked about the situation of Yang Rui's school again, and she smiled and went back to the kitchen until the nanny came over and said "the fish is ready".

Yang Rui touched his forehead and said ashamed: "I'm really nervous."

Jing Yulan covered her mouth and smiled twice.

A few minutes later, Jingmu started serving cold dishes to the table, and said, "Yang Rui, you have to eat something to pad your stomach. Uncle Jing can't leave early. Just after the meeting, this time is on the road. You will be there soon. You sit down. Talking about the conversation, right, does Yang Rui drink? Take a bottle of wine out of the cabinet..."

Jing Yulan went to take it according to his words, and Yang Rui waved his hand quickly and said, "I don't drink, I'm fainted after drinking, and I can't do anything."

"Then drink beer, because the beer is low." Jing Mu was very polite.

Ding Dong!

While talking, the doorbell rang.

The nanny went to open the door, Jing Mu smiled and said, "It is estimated that your Uncle Jing is back."

The door opened, but an unfamiliar laughter came: "Sister Xu, I'm here to see you."

"Oh, Lao Liu, why are you here?" Jing Mu had to go over to greet her, but a middle-aged woman of the same age came in, followed by a man in his 30s.

"This is my son Li Xin, a graduate student of East China Textile Institute of Technology. He just came back a few days ago and was assigned to our China Silk Factory. Isn't this a drop in." The middle-aged woman introduced her son and looked at it again. The room, smiled and said: "Every time I come to your house, I think you are well decorated. Unfortunately, our family is not up to date. The little director is one. I can't divide the house into a large apartment. Oh, you have guests in your house. Ah, look at me, it's weird to come."

Unfortunately, she didn't mean to leave, so she changed her slippers and pulled her son into the door.

"Hello Aunt Xu." Li Xin said hello, neither enthusiastic nor cold, his eyes swept over Jing Yulan and his head lowered.

"Xiao Li, hello, hello." Jing Mu said uncomfortably: "I'm cooking, this, Xiaolan, you greet your Aunt Liu, have you seen it?"

"I've seen it. I saw you when you came. Xiaolan is a really handsome guy. I heard that I work at Beijing Normal University and be a teacher?" Aunt Liu interjected with a smile on her face.

Jing Yulan smiled helplessly at Yang Rui, turned around and said, "I just went to Beijing Normal University, in the English department."

"Is Xiao Lan also a college student?"

"Yes."

"It's great, our Xiaoxin graduate student has been studying for three years. You two should have a topic, talk more."

Yang Rui couldn't help smiling when he heard the word "Xiaoxin".

Aunt Liu on the opposite side saw it, and she was a little unhappy, and said, "I haven't asked yet, is this your relative?"

"Count it as a fellow countryman, I am studying at a university in Beijing." Yang Rui replied on his behalf.

"Hedong people? It would be nice to find fellow villagers. Old Xu and his family are like this, with good personality and heart, and willing to help." Aunt Liu turned her face and said to Jing Yulan again: "Xiaolan Are you accustomed to arriving in Beijing? Have you gone all the streets and alleys of ~www.readwn.com? My family, Xiaoxin, grew up in Beijing. When you get off work, ask him to accompany you for a stroll. Where can I find anything, He knows it, eh?"

She snorted, and her son quickly said: "Before I was in college, I ran on the street every day. Ask me what you want to buy and eat, and I know everything."

"Thank you." Jing Yulan glanced at Yang Rui slightly. At this point in the conversation, everyone knew that this was a blind date, and it was a blind date in the form of a surprise attack.

Of course, in the 1980s, blind dates were not mentioned, and even the introduction of the object was not said, everything was said without saying.

Jing's mother is also not good at rushing people. Aunt Liu is her colleague, and her husband is the director of the central ministries and commissions. The two have always been in contact.

Not long after, Jing Cuncheng and his elder brother Xu Wu came in one after another, and Aunt Liu and Li Xin were also arranged to be on the table.

The only thing that surprised them was that Yang Rui sat in the upper seat under the arrangement of Jing's father and Jing's mother.

Aunt Liu couldn't help coughing heavily.

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