"Sit down. Jing Yulan was in a hurry, first spoke and then shrunk, her breath was like an orchid, and she pounced straight on Yang Rui's face, and the two seemed to exchange airflows.

Jing Yulan couldn't help blushing, for a girl who had never been in close contact with the opposite sex, the breathing of the two sides blended together, it was no different from direct contact.

Yang Rui looked at the blush on her cheeks, and retracted it a little with some surprise and some pride, pretending to be pure and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's just a bit of a shame. Jing Yulan couldn't tell whether Yang Rui really didn't understand or pretended to be stupid, but her tone was not as polite as at the beginning.

Yang Rui smiled and said: "You didn't read my paper and said that I was ashamed to speak, arbitrary, yes, let's learn English now, you don't have to care if I have time for other courses, the time for English practice is reserved for English practice, let's take practical application as the benchmark, and I will handle the college entrance examination myself." ”

"You sit back a little bit. Jing Yulan couldn't refute Yang Rui, and said a sentence in English first.

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

Yang Rui's expression remained unchanged, looked at her notebook, and said, "I thought you were going to give a lecture, but if you sit down, I won't be able to see the words on the notebook." ”

"Are you nearsighted? Jing Yulan took the opportunity to look at Yang Rui's eyes, only to feel that the dark eyes were unusually good-looking, glanced at them, and quickly turned her head.

For a while, Jing Yulan panicked again.

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

His eyesight is actually very good, and now he has no computers and mobile phones, and even TVs are rare, and it is a bit eye-consuming to light up and read books at night, but Yang Rui has always paid attention to the fact that the funds of the Rui School Group have bought a number of headlights to light up in the classroom, not only him, but also the students of the entire school have benefited.

However, it is very common for good students to have bad eyes, glasses in the 80s were very expensive, and students with low prescriptions often did not go to glasses, Jing Yulan didn't think much about it, frowned slightly, and said: "If you don't talk about the sentence, we don't need to take notes today." ”

"Then don't talk about the sentence. Yang Rui didn't really want to take advantage, but when he saw a beautiful tutor or something, he subconsciously had an association and took action in small amounts.

Seeing that the red on Jing Yulan's face has not disappeared so far, Yang Rui feels that today's tutor teaching benefits should be over.

Looking back, there was no room for the small room, Yang Rui simply moved a small bench, sat on the edge of the stove, and asked, "Is this okay?"

"That's it. Jing Yulan suddenly became embarrassed. Yang Rui sat aside so happily, which showed that his psychology was open, maybe he didn't think about those messy things.

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

Jing Yulan thought crankily by herself.

"Let's set a theme, just say how is your work?" Yang Rui was ready to learn more about Jing Yulan.

It was not easy to meet a beautiful woman in 1982, and it was even more difficult to meet a beautiful woman with a superior temperament and appearance. After all, nowadays there is neither superb makeup skills, nor a strong beauty ps, let alone plastic surgery techniques that no one can do, to be naturally beautiful, and to talk elegantly, it is really a small probability thing, even if nothing special happens, it is very pleasant to chat.

The dialogue was originally going to have a theme, Yang Rui chose the theme, Jing Yulan did not object, and the right to acquiesce.

She rarely has the opportunity to talk to others about her own affairs, her father's identity and crimes, and the family's constraints and difficulties, which only constantly increases Jing Yulan's pressure.

If it weren't for the end of the movement and her father's old subordinates helping her find a job, Jing Yulan would have collapsed long ago. Now, even if she tries her best to persevere, her mother keeps petitioning, her younger brother keeps being unemployed, and her father's weak body is like a heavy stone, pressing on her heart.

Jing Yulan needs a good chat, using English, using clauses, and clauses of clauses to vent the anger and pressure of a qiē.

In order to avoid any specific usage being guessed by Yang Rui, she would pop up a Russian word or two from time to time.

Yang Rui didn't care, whether he guessed or not, this chat was also the most comfortable one he had since he crossed. What you see in your eyes is a beautiful woman, what you hear in your ears is Nong's soft words, and what you smell in your nose is a fragrant smell......

The more the two chatted, the happier they became.

Jing Yulan chatted with Yang Rui in simple English for a while, told her feelings in complex English and Russian for a while, and corrected Yang Rui's grammatical mistakes for a while.

At the same time, Yang Rui also tried his best to do his duty as a student, constantly adding water to his tutor, and smashing the stove in the middle of the room from time to time.

The small dormitory soon became too hot to wear a coat.

Jing Yulan naturally stood up, took off her trench coat and hung it on the chair.

She wore a handmade sweater inside, woven from pure black threads, which was supposed to be a conservative outfit, put on the bumpy figure, but it became an alternative temptation.

"It's nice to have a governess. Yang Rui exhaled like an old landlord, and then smashed the coal fire with a poke to make the stove even hotter.

Jing Yulan didn't notice anything and continued to talk in English.

The temperature of the coal stove is limited after all, and no matter how much Yang Rui teases the coal inside, it is not enough to make it so hot that he can't wear a sweater.

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

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of class that Jing Yulan looked at her watch and said, "The student is about to get out of school, hey, why didn't you go to class?"

"I've been studying on my own for a long time. Yang Rui was tired of teasing the coals, dropped the stab, stretched his waist, and suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?"

"I'll get something to eat, you wait. Think about the Baitou Mountain family on the bank of the Yalu River who eats caviar every day, and think about the planes that fly to and from Paris every day to transport red wine and steak at Beijing Airport, the belief in struggle is naturally strong.

Jing Yulan was confused by the environment and treatment in front of her, and asked, "Won't you wait for your roommate to come?"

"I don't have a roommate, this house was specially granted to me. ”

"So good?" Jing Yulan was surprised, Yang Rui now enjoys the same treatment as a teacher. The teachers of Xibao Middle School may not be as good as the teachers in Pingjiang City in other aspects, but the accommodation conditions are surpassed.

The site of Xibao Middle School is not small, and it is located in the middle of the mountain, and the school can build a bungalow for each teacher if it applies for some bricks and cement. Pingjiang Normal College is different, the family area has long been filled with old houses, and the old teachers who have been working in the school since the fifties and sixties also need bigger houses to accommodate two or even three generations. For a young teacher like Jing Yulan, it would be good to be able to live in a single room, and the area of the house is not as good as Yang Rui's dormitory.

"I'm going to get something, and I'm careful that the wind blows in. Yang Rui smiled calmly and turned to open the door. He doesn't think there's anything good about a bungalow of more than ten square meters.

Outside the door.

Zhang Boming was almost freezing.

In front of the rows of dormitories are their own firewood rooms, which are piled with firewood, coals, bricks, dilapidated desks and other semi-waste.

The corridor formed between the dormitory and the firewood room was unusually cold and windy all day long.

If it weren't for the iron will that was tempered by chasing beautiful women, ordinary people wouldn't be able to stand for even ten minutes.

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

Hearing the sound of Yang Rui opening the door, Zhang Boming subconsciously dodged, but his legs were weak and he fell to the ground.

"Yo, where are you here?" Yang Rui was also quite surprised to see Zhang Boming.

"Just passing by. Zhang Boming stood up tremblingly, but stuck his head into the door, pretended to be surprised and glanced at Jing Yulan, and grinned: "Teacher Jing, we are about to go to the cafeteria to eat, are you going?"

Yang Rui didn't give Jing Yulan a chance to choose, and choked: "I'm preparing dinner, I don't have to go to the cafeteria." ”

Zhang Boming froze for a long time, and his dissatisfaction had accumulated to max, and he said sarcastically: "What can you cook as a student?" Tonight, a pot of mutton was prepared in the cafeteria, which was specially entertained by Principal Zhao for teachers ......from various schools."

Thinking of the warm mutton soup, Zhang Boming couldn't help twitching his nose, in the era of scarcity of materials, there was no surplus food at the official's home, and when he came out to work, his mouth was even lighter.

Yang Rui smiled when he heard this, and said, "Pay attention when you go to the canteen to eat at night, and see if you can find lamb ribs." ”

"What do you mean?"

Literally. As Yang Rui spoke, he pushed open the door of the firewood room and took out a basin, a pot, and a bag from it.

Zhang Boming was next to him, and when he looked up, he saw a basin full of lamb ribs, pickled in onions, ginger slices, peppers and peppers, and he could smell the faint smell of rice wine.

"What is this?" Zhang Boming's eyes straightened. Two basins with large faces, if they are full of meat, are afraid of weighing five or six pounds.

Yang Rui smiled and said deliberately: "There is a stove burning in the room, the meat can't be put away, and the temperature in the firewood room is just right." ”

"That's not what I'm talking about. Zhang Boming then suddenly realized and said, "You steal the meat from the canteen?"

"I sent the meat from the cafeteria. Yang Rui pursed his lips and said: "You groups of visitors, like locusts, do you think that the finances of Xibao Middle School can withstand you eating like this?

Zhang Boming didn't blush when he was scolded, but he was surprised: "Where did you get the meat?"

Yang Rui smiled: "Dare to say so much to me, you are worried about meat?"

When it was over, he didn't answer Zhang Boming's words, and entered the dormitory with a mutton basin.

Zhang Boming was reluctant to Jing Yulan, followed Yang Rui into the door, and closed the door.

The stove in the room was boiling, and Zhang Boming suddenly felt a warm breath enveloping him, and he wanted to sleep comfortably.

However, Jing Yulan, who was wearing a thin high-neck black sweater, was even more eye-catching, and Zhang Boming stared at her as if she had arrived in a dream.

Jing Yulan suddenly felt very uncomfortable, turned around and picked up the windbreaker on the chair and put it on her body.

Zhang Boming's literary and artistic heart has been hit: Why did you wear a sweater when Yang Rui was with you, and when I came, you wore a windbreaker?

Crackling......

The sound of oil splashing sounded, but it was Yang Rui who poured the whole pot of mutton into the iron pot and stir-fried it under the high fire, and after a while, the mutton cut into two walnut sizes became brown and attractive, exuding a rich aroma.

Zhang Boming's throat squirmed, and his mind became blank in an instant.

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