There was a jingle in the 1990s that divided people in society into ten categories.
What about the first-class people who engage in contracting, and are fully reimbursed for food, drink, prostitution, and gambling, the third-class people who become officials, and speculate on others, and the fifth-class salesmen who satisfy their cravings every day...
Among them, the teachers are ranked in the ninth grade------the ninth grade people are teachers and cannot recognize all the delicacies of the mountains and seas.
Whether the title "Smelly Laojiu" dates back to the Yuan Dynasty or became popular a few years ago, in the pyramid structure of the 1980s and 1990s, the profession of teacher was higher than that of farmers.
Qiao Yicheng went to a normal college where he didn't have to pay tuition. His plan after graduation was to become a teacher in primary and secondary schools. When Wen Xue left Nanjing with Wen Ju'an, he had not graduated from college and took it for granted that Qiao Yicheng became a teacher.
The quarrel in the bedroom suddenly stopped, and with the soft creak of the door opening, He Jiangsheng walked out with a look of deep contempt on his face.
"Ju'an, let's go, leave here with dad."
When He Jiangsheng saw that the bespectacled man and the matchmaker were gone, he pulled Wen Ju'an outside without saying much.
Wen Xue chased them out and yelled at them: "Wen Ju'an, stop, I won't let you go with him."
Lin Yue sneered: "Wen Ju'an is already an adult, and it is her right to leave or not."
Wen Xue said angrily: "If you leave today, don't even think about entering this home again."
Wen Juan subconsciously stopped and looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Ju'an, don't ask her. You have grown up and can live the life you want." He Jiangsheng said as he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket: "This is the house that dad bought for you in Sanyuanqiao." The keys, furniture, appliances, etc. are all ready, and you can move there immediately if you want."
Wen Ju'an stared blankly at the bunch of keys in front of him.
Wen Xue was also very surprised. She had always thought that He Jiangsheng dressed up like this on purpose to see Wen Ju'an, because from her perspective, she always felt that it was absolutely impossible for such a useless person to turn around, but now, he could actually buy it A house in Sanyuanqiao?
She didn't think this was a lie, because He Jiangsheng would never deceive Wen Ju'an.
"Stop!"
It wasn't until He Jiangsheng took his daughter's hand and walked out of the door that Wen Xue realized and was about to chase her, but was blocked by Lin Yue.
"Wen Xue, if you are dissatisfied, you can ask a lawyer to talk to me. Mr. He is usually very busy and has no time to deal with these trivial matters."
After saying this, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.
Wen Xue didn't answer.
He didn't get angry, he smiled slightly, closed his fingers, let the business card fall on the ground, turned around and left, while holding the door tightly.
Bang~
The door is closed.
Wen Xue stood blankly for a while, then slowly bent down and picked up the business card on the ground.
There are no fancy decorations. There is a name "Qiao Yicheng" written in white letters on a black background, and below it are the words CCTV Social News Department Group and so on.
He didn't become a teacher, but became a reporter, or a CCTV reporter?
Now Wenxue finally understood why He Jiangsheng was mocking when he called Qiao Yicheng "stinky old nine".
He is a reporter from CCTV.
TV stations in the 1990s can be said to be the best among the best. After all, there were not many entertainment projects. Most people grew up with TV programs, and CCTV... was definitely at the top of the pyramid. a part of.
The key is that she is also a reporter herself, but she is a reporter for a newspaper.
…
Lin Yue did not disturb the reunion time between He Jiangsheng and Wen Ju'an. After having lunch together, he went back to work at the TV station. At almost five o'clock, he received a call from Wei Shufen, asking him tactfully about leaving Nanjing without saying a word. s reason.
He still had a good impression of this second aunt, so he chatted seriously and "casually" mentioned a few things about finding Wen Ju'an. Then the smart second aunt understood and told him to work hard and come back when he had time. After a trip to Nanjing, he said that Qiao Qiqi missed him so much that he hung up the phone.
It was already three days later when I saw Wen Ju'an again.
It was she who took the initiative to call the office and ask him to come out to meet him.
Looking from the overpass, one car after another passed by underfoot. At that time, there were not many private cars in Beijing. Yellow-faced Santana and black Santana occasionally raced on the road, while the conductor in the bus would have a cold face. Pass the receipt to those who need it.
Lin Yue said: "Do you know why I asked you to come here?"
Wen Ju'an shook her head. Today she was wearing a plaid dress, and under her feet were the newly bought sandals that He Jiangsheng bought for her - a pair of Chanel high-heeled sandals brought back from abroad. To be honest, they were different from her dress. A little mismatched, but she looked happy.
"Five years ago, we arranged to meet here, but you didn't come..."
"..."
Wen Ju'an was silent for a while before saying: "Mom came back earlier than usual that day. I...I didn't find a suitable reason."
"Did you not find a suitable reason or didn't know how to face me? Did you just give up?"
"..."
This sentence seemed to speak to Wen Ju'an's thoughts, and she was speechless.
Lin Yue turned his head, put his arms on the railings of the overpass, looked at the night slowly wrapping the earth in the distance and said, "Do you remember the old city wall of Nanjing?"
"Remember."
"Don't you think today's sunset is a bit similar to that day?"
There is a particularly clear picture in Qiao Yicheng's memory. One day seven years ago, he was facing the red clouds in the sky and walking on the warm bluestone road with barefoot Wen Ju'an on his back. The shadows of the two people were on his back. It stretches longer and longer under the setting sun.
Wen Ju'an knew which day he was talking about. He took a look at the pink diamond-encrusted sandals he was wearing, took a step forward, and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance in the same posture as him.
"Brother Yichen, I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize." Lin Yue said: "I remember you said that you want to be free and unrestrained, and always have a place that melts away the noise and smoke. Now, you have a small home that belongs only to you. ”
"But..." She turned to look at him: "I can never find the big tree like before."
"Because when you grow up, you can't always stay in the shade of trees. Like those small flowers and grass, they will wither." Lin Yue picked up the bag hanging on his shoulder, turned around and walked towards the exit: "It's not early Come on, go back, your dad is still waiting. It’s not easy for him to go back to China. Today is all for you, so spend more time with him."
"Brother Yicheng."
Wen Ju'an shouted loudly from behind, and the pedestrians passing by looked over. Even the girl in red who was riding a bicycle under the overpass glanced overhead.
Lin Yue looked back at her.
"Can I go to the TV station to find you in the future?"
"sure."
Lin Yue smiled at her: "But only when I'm not out in the field."
After saying this, he waved his hand and left.
Wen Ju'an clasped his hands behind his back and watched as he walked down the stairs, merged into the flow of people heading north, disappeared at the intersection ahead, and then walked towards where He Jiangsheng parked his car.
This time Lin Yue finally knew why Qiao Yicheng had always been obsessed with Wen Ju'an. He was a down-to-earth and restrained person. To use Qiao Simei's words, he could be described as stubborn and pedantic. But Wen Ju'an was such a down-to-earth person. The rebellious girl gave him a different kind of stimulation.
He is the eldest son of the Qiao family. His mother passed away early, his father neglected the family, and he has a younger brother and two younger sisters to take care of. He has no qualifications to be rebellious.
…
One month later.
Nanjing, Sun Xiaomo's home.
The female host on the TV said goodbye to the viewers in front of the TV with a smile. In the slowly darkening screen, the names of the staff flashed quickly.
Finally, Sun Xiaomo saw the words "Qiao Yicheng" in the editor column.
"Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo."
Sun Liyun knocked on the table.
"mom?"
"Han Qian is leaving."
"oh."
Sun Xiaomo looked at the woman sitting on the single sofa and prepared to get up to see her off.
"Xiao Mo, sit down. Sit down. You have just given birth a few days ago and your body has not fully recovered yet. You need to get more rest. Don't worry about work. You and I are here with you, Sister Song." Han Qian instructed road.
"I understand, Sister Han."
Sun Xiaomo said: "Mom, help me see Sister Han off."
Sun Liyun nodded and glanced at the gifts piled on the restaurant table. Silky chicken, donkey-hide gelatin, sea cucumber... they were all expensive supplements. I don’t know where this Han Qian came from. She was so generous and took special care of her daughter. She came to visit her every three days and said she wanted to adopt the little girl as her godson.
"Xiao Han, don't be so outspoken next time. You haven't finished the pig trotters and liver you bought last time."
"Hey, that's great."
She said this every time, but she didn't do it every time.
Sun Xiaomo didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two, or in other words, her heart was not focused on seeing off the guests. She looked at the TV screen and whispered, "Qiao Yicheng, you actually ran to Beijing to avoid me."
