Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Northeast Language School.

Pu Guangjun was lowering his head and whispering something to his girlfriend, the girl let out bursts of laughter, apparently in a good mood.

Qinghe concentrates on reading and reciting, waiting for Mr.

Pu Guangjun's eyes glanced over him inadvertently, and then they froze for a moment - there was a dark red mark on the young man's neck.

"... Guangjun? Guangjun?"

An Ran yelled several times, and Pu Guangjun came back to his senses: "I was thinking, our new home must have a study room, where the books that two of us have collected."

After school, the students huddled together and rushed out, and walked away. At this time, Qing He started to pack his books.

Pu Guangjun managed to coax An Ran away, and when he and Qing He were the only ones in the classroom, he walked over and said, "Zi Ran, are you in a hurry to go home?"

Qing He held the book and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Pu Guangjun's heart was filled with turmoil. The boy's voice was very pleasant, better than all the girls' voices he had ever seen. When he dreamed back at midnight, this voice would make him throb for a long time, and he would never forget it.

"Cough, that's it," Pu Guangjun said with a smile: "Aren't you always worried about your pronunciation? I happen to have time today, so I can help you."

"Thank you," Qinghe smiled at him and said sincerely, "You helped me a lot. But I have something to do at night, so I have to go back. Goodbye."

After the young master sent Zhang Rui home yesterday, he went back to Liansheng, and he didn't know if he left now.

Qinghe blushed, and said goodbye to Zhang Zheng after washing in the morning, saying that he was coming to class, but the man was still asleep, so he opened his eyes impatiently and dragged him to the bed, and after a long kiss, he was willing to let him go.

Pu Guangjun looked at Qing He, whose face was flushed and eyes sparkling, his heart sank, his expression was ugly, but he said: "It's okay, we can do it another day, when we have time."

Qinghe nodded politely, carried the book and left.

Pu Guangjun stared darkly at his back, watched him get into a black car, slammed his fist on the wall, and cursed angrily.

Qinghe urged the driver with some embarrassment: "Can you... hurry up?"

When he got home, he ran out of the car with the book in his arms, and ran into the house in a hurry, almost tripping at the door.

A pair of big hands supported him, "Why are you running so fast?"

Qing He was short of breath, her cheeks were flushed, she looked up at Zhang Zheng, and whispered, "I'm afraid you're leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the coat on Zhang Zheng's arm, and his expression suddenly dimmed.

Zhang Zheng's heart seemed to be gently scratched by a kitten's paw, and he couldn't help saying: "Cough, let's go in."

Qinghe nodded, holding the book and walking in with her head down.

Zhang Zheng wrapped his arms around his shoulders, threw the coat into the hand of Suzhi next to him, and went back with him.

Qing He blinked and looked at him: "Young Master..."

Zhang Zheng rubbed his head, but didn't speak.

Zhang Zheng hasn't had dinner at Liansheng for a long time. There are two cooks in the villa, one is from Tianjin and the other is from the south. Both cooks are good and very bland.

Zhang Zheng drank two mouthfuls of preserved egg porridge, frowned fiercely and said, "You only eat that little?"

Qing He said cautiously: "It's quite a lot, two buns, and a bowl of porridge."

"How big is a steamed stuffed bun? Also, is this called a bowl?" Zhang Zheng knocked on the "bowl", which was about the size of a teacup, and said, "Do you still want to grow taller after eating so little?"

I just don't want to grow...

Qinghe thought in her heart, if you really grow taller, you won't like me anymore.

How could Zhang Zheng know what he was thinking.

The language school has a three-year system, and Qinghe has been studying for almost two years, and will graduate in more than a year.

Pu Guangjun, as the president of the student self-government association and the man of the language school, had already found a way out before he graduated.

"congratulations."

When he said it in front of everyone, Qinghe heard it and said sincerely.

Pu Guangjun said: "Actually, among all the jobs I can choose, this job is not the one with the highest pay, but what I value is that through this job, I can use what I have learned to do something practical for the people."

His job is in the finance department of the three northeastern provincial governments.

Everyone praised him again and again, saying they wanted to learn from him.

Qinghe couldn't help thinking, after he graduates, can he also have a job?

The young master once said that after he has learned the language, he can do things for him. If he can work in a government agency like Pu Guangjun, wouldn't it be a relief for the young master?

Pu Guangjun eloquently said: "...the young people of our generation must rise up and make contributions to the people's livelihood."

He said a lot, but Qinghe didn't listen to a few words.

The language school was run by Zhang Dashuai with a lot of money. Each of them has a board and lodging subsidy. Qinghe studies hard. Once got a scholarship.

Holding a dozen or so yuan, Qing He lowered his head to write and draw on the paper.

The eldest and the youngest are not short of anything, and he doesn't like this little silver dollar, but he also wants to use the money he earns to do something for him.

"Zi Ran, what are you thinking?"

Pu Guangjun withdrew from the crowd.

Qinghe looked up and smiled at him, and said: "I want to give someone a gift, but I don't know what to give."

Pu Guangjun saw the silver dollar in his hand at a glance, and felt uncomfortable in his heart. For him, whether it was the subsidy or scholarship given by the school, he had to use it to make ends meet. It was not enough to eat and dress, but To this young man who served Israel, it was nothing at all.

He had seen the cloak worn by Zhang Ziran's fur coat in the cold winter. At first he just thought it was good, but he didn't know how much it was worth. Later, he happened to accompany his girlfriend to the street, and An Ran fell in love with a fur coat. He looked at the price and bought it. It took a lot of effort not to change his face.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

Pu Guangjun thought angrily.

"Is it for someone very important?" Pu Guangjun said with a smile, "Why do you get so much money?"

Qing He shyly said: "It's very important... He is very kind to me, and I also want to give him something. The money is my scholarship this year, and the school's board and lodging subsidies for the past two years. I don't know if it is enough."

Pu Guangjun said: "The heart is more important. How about this, I won't listen to the speech in the afternoon, how about going to buy gifts with you?"

Qing He hesitated: "Will this trouble you too much? I can go by myself—"

"No trouble, what's the relationship between us, this little favor, you must not be polite to me."

Qing He nodded, "Then thank you."

Pu Guangjun is a very trustworthy person, and Qing He has always been grateful to him. His vision must be good, and everyone will be satisfied.