Chapter 174

"Sit open." Jing Yulan is worried. He speaks first and then shrinks. His breath is like orchid. He pours on Yang Rui's face. They seem to be exchanging air.

Jing Yulan can't help blushing. For girls who have never been in close contact with the opposite sex, the breathing of both sides is almost the same as direct touch.

Looking at the blush on her cheek, Yang Rui was a little surprised and proud. He drew back a little and pretended to be pure and asked, "what's the matter? I said something wrong? "

"No, it's just that I'm a little bit overbearing." Jing Yulan can't tell whether Yang Rui really doesn't understand or pretends to be stupid, but his tone is not as polite as it was at the beginning.

Yang Rui said with a smile, "if you don't look at my paper, you can say that I'm arrogant and arbitrary. Well, let's learn English first, and you don't have to worry about whether I have time for other courses. The time for English practice is for English practice. Let's take practical application as the benchmark, and I'll handle the college entrance examination myself."

"Sit back first." Jing Yulan didn't care to refute Yang Rui, so he said one sentence in English first.

In English, it seems to make the heart less shy.

Yang Rui looked at her notebook and said, "I thought you were going to give a lecture. If you sit open, I can't see the words on the notebook."

"Do you have myopia? Then wear glasses as soon as possible. " Jing Yulan looks into Yang Rui's eyes. He thinks that his dark eyes are very good-looking. He takes a look and turns his head.

For a moment, Jing Yulan was in a panic again.

Where does Yang Rui know the changeable heart of a woman? He followed Jing Yulan's words and said: "there is no myopia, but the eyesight is not particularly good."

In fact, his eyesight is very good. Now he doesn't have a computer or a mobile phone, and even TV is a rarity. It's a bit eye-catching to light up a book at night. However, Yang Rui has always paid attention to it. The funds of Ruixue group bought many headlights to light up in the classroom. It's not only him, but also the students of the whole school.

However, it's very common for good students to have bad eyes. In the 1980s, glasses were very expensive. Students with low degree often didn't wear glasses. Jing Yulan didn't think much about it. She frowned slightly and said, "if we don't talk about clauses, we won't have to take notes today."

"Let's not talk about clauses." Yang Rui didn't really want to take advantage of it. He just saw a beautiful tutor or something and subconsciously had an association and put it into action.

Seeing the red on Jing Yulan's face, Yang Rui thinks that today's tutor's teaching welfare should be over.

Looking back, Yang Rui simply moved a small bench, sat down on the stove and asked, "is that ok?"

"Yes." Jing Yulan suddenly became embarrassed. Yang Rui is so happy to sit aside, which shows that his mind is magnanimous. Maybe he didn't think about those messy things.

After all, I'm still a high school student. Maybe I don't know anything.

Jing Yulan thinks wildly.

"Let's set a theme. How about your work?" Yang Rui is ready to learn more about Jing Yulan.

In 1982, it was not easy to meet a beautiful woman. It was more difficult to meet a beautiful woman with superior temperament and appearance. After all, today there is no superb makeup skills, no strong beauty PS, and no plastic surgery technology that can't be done by capable people. It's really a small probability to be born beautiful and talk elegantly. Even if there is no special event, it's also very pleasant to have a chat.

The dialogue was supposed to have a theme. Yang Rui chose the theme, but Jing Yulan didn't object to it. He had the right to default.

She seldom has the opportunity to talk about her own affairs, her father's identity and accusation, and her family's financial difficulties, which only increases Jing Yulan's pressure.

If it wasn't for the end of the movement and her father's old subordinates helped her find a job, Jing Yulan would have collapsed. Now, even if she insists on it, her mother's constant visits, her younger brother's constant unemployment, and her father's weak body are all like heavy stones in her heart.

Jing Yulan really needs a pleasant chat. In English, with clauses, with clauses of clauses, she can vent all her anger and pressure.

In order to avoid being guessed by Yang Rui, she would pop up one or two Russian words from time to time.

Yang Rui didn't like it. Whether he guessed it or not, this chat was also the most comfortable one he had ever been through. What you see in your eyes are beautiful women, what you hear in your ears are soft words, and what you smell in your nose is fragrance

The more they talked, the more happy they were.

Jing Yulan chats with Yang Rui in simple English for a while, expresses his feelings in complex English and Russian for a while, and corrects Yang Rui's grammatical mistakes for a while, combining work with rest, with good results.At the same time, Yang Rui also tried his best to be a student, constantly adding water to his tutor and pounding the stove in the middle of the room from time to time.

Small dormitory, soon hot can't wear coat.

Jing Yulan naturally stands up, takes off the windbreaker and hangs it on the chair.

She was wearing a handmade sweater. It was made of pure black thread. It was supposed to be conservative. It was put on her concave and convex figure, but it became an alternative temptation.

"Welfare! It's nice to have a tutor. " Yang Rui breathed like an old landlord, and then poked a hard ramming coal fire to make the stove hotter.

Without feeling anything, Jing Yulan continued to talk in English.

The temperature of the coal stove is limited after all. No matter how much Yang Rui teases the coal in it, it is not hot enough to wear a sweater.

On the contrary, Jing Yulan felt that the environment was good and relaxed a lot.

When the bell rings after class, Jing Yulan looks at her watch and says, "the students are going to finish school soon. Why don't you have class?"

"I've been studying for a long time." Yang Rui was tired of molesting the coal. He dropped the bar and stretched out. He suddenly asked, "are you hungry?"

"Ah?"

"I'll get something to eat, you wait." Yang Rui always has delicious food at home, but it's not enough for Yu Yong. Think about the Baitoushan family on the banks of the Yalu River eating caviar every day, and think about the fact that there are airplanes flying to and from Paris every day to deliver red wine and steak. Naturally, the belief of struggle is strong.

Jing Yulan was confused by the environment and treatment in front of her. She asked: "don't you wait for your roommate to come here to do it again?"

"I don't have a roommate. This room is specially assigned to me."

"So good?" To Jing Yulan's surprise, what Yang Rui is enjoying now is equal to the treatment of teachers. The teachers of Xibao middle school may not be as good as those of Pingjiang city in other aspects, but they have more accommodation.

Xibao middle school is not only a small school, but also independent from the middle of the mountain. If the school applies for some bricks and cement, it can build bungalows for every teacher. Pingjiang Normal University is different. The family area has already been filled with old houses. The old teachers who worked in the school in the 1950s and 1960s also need bigger houses to accommodate two or even three generations. It's good for young teachers like Jing Yulan to live in a single room. The area of the house is not as large as Yang Rui's dormitory.

"I'll get my things, and watch out for the wind." Yang Rui calmly smiles and turns to open the door. He doesn't think there's anything good about a ten square meter bungalow,

Outside.

Zhang Boming is almost frozen.

In front of the whole row of dormitories are their own firewood rooms, which are piled with firewood, coal, bricks, dilapidated desks and other semi wastes.

The corridor between the dormitory and the Chaifang is extremely cold with the wind blowing all day.

If it were not for the iron will forged by chasing beautiful women, ordinary people would not be able to stand for ten minutes.

After standing for ten minutes, Zhang Boming wanted to leave, but by that time, he was too stiff to walk.

Hearing the sound of Yang Rui opening the door, Zhang Boming subconsciously dodged for a while, but his legs softened and he fell to the ground. Thinking about the "laughter" in the dormitory, Zhang Boming nearly cried with his head clutching the dirty soil.

"Oh, here you are?" Yang Rui was surprised to see Zhang Boming.

"Just passing by." Zhang Boming stood up tremblingly, but put his head into the door. He took a surprise look at Jing Yulan and grinned: "Mr. Jing, we are going to the canteen for dinner. Are you going?"

Yang Rui didn't give Jing Yulan a choice. He choked, "I'm preparing dinner. I don't have to go to the canteen."

Zhang Boming has been frozen for a long time, and his dissatisfaction has accumulated to max. he said sarcastically: "as a student, what can you cook? This evening, a pot of mutton was prepared in the canteen, which was specially served by headmaster Zhao to teachers of all schools.... "

Thinking about the warm mutton soup, Zhang Boming can't help but twitch his nose. In the era of material shortage, there is no surplus food in the official's home. When he comes out to work, his mouth is even lighter.

Yang Rui laughed and said, "when you go to the canteen at night, pay attention to it and see if you can find the ribs."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." With these words, Yang Rui pushed open the door of the Chaifang and took out a basin, a pot and a bag.

Zhang Boming was right next to him. When he looked up, he saw a basin full of lamb ribs, pickled with onion, ginger, pepper and pepper. He could also smell the faint smell of yellow wine.

"What is this?" Zhang Boming looked straight. If two washbasins are full of meat, they will weigh five or six Jin.Yang Rui said with a smile: "there is a stove burning in the room. The meat can't be put down. The temperature in the firewood room is just right."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Zhang Boming then suddenly realized, "you steal the meat from the hall?"

"The meat in the canteen is from me." Yang Rui turned his lips and said, "you have groups of visiting groups like locusts. Do you think the finance of Xibao middle school can stand up to you? If you don't do anything, you're not willing to eat a sheep for nothing? "

Zhang Boming did not blush when he was scolded, but said in surprise, "where did you get the meat?"

Yang Rui said with a smile: "dare I say so much, you are thinking about the meat?"

Finished, he did not answer Zhang Boming's words, carrying a mutton basin, into the dormitory.

Reluctant to give up Jing Yulan, Zhang Boming follows Yang Rui into the door and closes it.

The stove in the room was burning vigorously. Zhang Boming felt a warm air enveloping him and wanted to sleep.

However, Jing Yulan, wearing a thin black sweater with a high collar, is more eye-catching. Zhang Boming stares at her as if she has come to a dream.

Jing Yulan suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He turned around and took up the windbreaker on the chair and put it on his body.

Zhang Boming's heart of literature and art has been hit: why do you wear a sweater when Yang Rui is with you, and you wear a windbreaker when I come?

Crackle

The sound of oil splashing sounded, but Yang Rui poured the whole basin of mutton into the iron pot, and stir fried it in the fire. After a while, he cut it into two pieces of mutton the size of walnut, which became brown and attractive, emitting a strong aroma.

Zhang Boming's throat wriggled, and his brain suddenly became a blank.

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