Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

It had been several days since he went shopping in the department store. There were no classes that day, so Chu Jianghe took the time to prepare for a trip to Mr. Song's house.

He took out the gifts he had prepared a long time ago and got on his bicycle.

He had known Mr. Song's address for a long time, but he had been busy with work, and because of the defensive look on his face when he arrived in the capital on the first day, he had never come to visit.

The Capital Agricultural University is also very close to Beijing University, just a few blocks away. I haven't come to visit Mr. Song, and I really shouldn't. When I get to his house, I might not know how to organize myself.

But you have to go when you have to, otherwise this old man will definitely hate himself.

After riding my bicycle for a while, I arrived at the north gate of Agricultural University. Mr. Song’s residence is opposite the north gate of Agricultural University. Most of the faculty and staff live here.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the door, they met Song Shutong, the granddaughter of Mr. Song.

Song Shutong was also surprised to see him: "Chu Jianghe?"

Seeing the large and small bags hanging on his car, I guessed his purpose: "Are you here to see my grandpa?"

Chu Jianghe looked at the other party. He was wearing a thick cotton coat that tightly wrapped his good figure. There was a red scarf wrapped around his neck, which made his face even more white.

As for how to address the other party, it's a bit difficult. No matter what, I can be considered as half a disciple of Mr. Song. I am higher than the other party.

Called Shutong? Just for fear of appearing too affectionate.

Calling a girl? It seems too frivolous.

In the end, Chu Jianghe could only nod his head naively and said, "Is your grandpa at home?"

Song Shutong didn't know what he thought of. His big eyes turned into crescent moons and he said with a smile: "You are finally here. My grandpa has been talking about you a lot. Since we separated at the Beijing Station that day, my grandpa still swore that, In less than three days, you are scheduled to come to apologize. Who would have thought that you would only come now? My grandpa is so angry with you that he usually speaks ill of you."

After hearing Song Shutong's words, it was Chu Jianghe's turn to be embarrassed.

Thinking of the scene of Mr. Song blowing his beard, staring and scolding him, Chu Jianghe felt a little guilty, but now that he had seen his precious granddaughter, he couldn't pretend that he had never been there.

If he turned around and left now, if the old man knew about it, he might not know what he would say to him if he came again.

It’s already here, so just bite the bullet and go in.

Chu Jianghe smiled dryly at Song Shutong: "Isn't it because I am busy with my studies, so I can't take care of it."

Hearing this, Song Shutong also felt the same way: "Are you also very nervous about your studies? We are too. Those students who went to the countryside to join the team seemed to be trying to make up for the lost time, and they all studied hard. If you don't learn from it, it's almost like a crime."

Chu Jianghe also felt the same way, and so did the students at Peking University. Lost time cannot be recovered. Only hard work can make up for the wasted time.

The two people talked as they walked, and then they entered the family area of ​​the Agricultural University together.

When we entered the living area, we saw mostly Soviet-style buildings, which were well maintained and everything seemed in order.

Many people on the road saw Song Shutong greeting her cordially. They saw her walking side by side with Chu Jianghe, and some asked if she was her lover.

It's okay for Chu Jianghe to be thick-skinned, but Song Shutong made him blush. He didn't bother to explain, so he had to distance himself from Chu Jianghe.

After a while, the two people came to an independent villa. The villa was a two-story building with a small courtyard. With Mr. Song's qualifications, it was not surprising to have such an independent villa.

There are some flowers and plants planted in the small courtyard, but they are all withered at this time of year.

After entering the small courtyard, I heard Yiyi Yaya's Peking Opera singing coming from the house. The old man's hobby has not changed, but I don't know if he is using the radio he took from Xiaohe Village.

Chu Jianghe parked his bicycle in the courtyard and followed Song Shutong into the gate of the villa.

Mr. Song's living room is very spacious, but the furnishings are extremely simple. There is a dining table on the left and a kitchen next to the dining table.

On the right is the living room, with several large sofas surrounding a solid wood coffee table.

At a glance, Chu Jianghe saw Mr. Song leaning on the sofa listening to Peking Opera. The radio on the coffee table was also the one he took away from Xiaohe Village.

Mr. Song leaned on the sofa without looking back and asked aloud: "Is the girl back?"

When Song Shutong saw her grandfather making a sound, she jumped over, hugged the old man's neck, and said softly: "Grandpa, what should we eat for lunch?"

Mr. Song obviously doted on his granddaughter: "Hahaha, are you hungry so early? We will eat whatever you want!"

"We have guests here today, why don't you ask for their opinions?"

"guest?"

Mr. Song originally had his eyes closed, but when he opened them and turned his head, he saw Chu Jianghe smiling at him at the door.

"Hey, you, a distinguished guest is here! This is great. Girl, I'm so embarrassed. Hurry up and get the firecrackers and set them off."

As soon as these words came out, Song Shutong immediately chuckled.

Chu Jianghe couldn't tell that the old man was scorning him, so he quickly stepped forward and put the gifts he had brought on the coffee table, then sat down on the sofa next to Mr. Song.

"Old man, please don't be ashamed of me. This is a gift I specially prepared for you."

At this time, Mr. Song looked at Chu Jianghe with slightly narrowed eyes and said, "How dare I accept this? How can I, a small family like me, be worthy of such an important guest?"

Yes, it seems that the old man is still very upset about the fact that it took him so long to visit him.

Chu Jianghe was speechless and didn't know what to say. He could only look at Song Shutong next to him for help, hoping that this person could help him out.

Song Shutong turned a blind eye to Chu Jianghe's look for help, and just looked at the two people funny.

Chu Jianghe had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "Old man, aren't you more nervous about your studies? If you don't believe me, ask your granddaughter."

Song Shutong answered: "Grandpa, studies are indeed quite stressful, but there is also time to rest every week."

Chu Jianghe was suffocated, why was this girl still causing trouble?

Mr. Song still spoke with half-squinted eyes: "Xiao Jiangzi, this Beijing University is not far from my place, right?"

"Not far, not far."

"It only takes a few stops by bus, right?"

"Yes Yes."

Chu Jianghe's face was dripping with sweat. He didn't know whether it was because it was too hot in the room or because he felt guilty.

Seeing him like this, Mr. Song couldn't help but snorted and said nothing.

Next to him, Song Shutong's eyes widened and he kept suppressing his laughter.

Xiao Jiangzi? I didn't expect Chu Jianghe to have this nickname.

Chu Jianghe kept dealing with it with a guilty conscience, and did not care about the little girl next to him. Seeing that Mr. Song was still angry, he could only say: "Old man, all the mistakes you made are my fault. If I am wrong, you will be at fault." Please be merciful and spare me this time."

When Mr. Song heard what he said, he looked at him and rolled his eyes: "Why don't I have said this earlier and that would be the end of it."

After saying that, he ordered Song Shutong: "Girl, let your grandma cook some vegetables for noon. This little Jiangzi has finally come here. We can't let him go back hungry."

Seeing that Mr. Song finally spoke normally, Chu Jianghe breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no way, who can let him ignore it.