Jing Yulan couldn't help but feel much calmer when she saw Yang Rui cooking noodles carefully.

"Try it." Yang Rui put the noodles into two porcelain basins, brought them to the table, and handed them to Jing Yulan a chopstick.

Jing Yulan picked up the chopsticks in a little embarrassed manner, picked up two noodles, hesitated for a moment, and gently put them into her mouth.

Yang Rui smiled, and said nothing more, and started eating it.

The fierce eating movements made Jing Yulan a little funny, and her mood improved, and the embarrassment just now disappeared.

Yang Rui ate the noodles cleanly, drank the soup again, then patted his belly, sat comfortably on the sofa, found two pears, washed them, ate one by himself, and handed them to Jing Yulan.

Jing Yulan shook her head: "I'm full."

She brought the bowl into the kitchen, turned on the faucet and washed it.

Yang Rui did not rush to wash the dishes, and wiped the table tacitly. He turned on the TV, thought for a while, and simply opened the glass cabinet next to the TV cabinet and shouted: "Let's watch the movie together. Do you have any videotapes you haven't watched?"

"I didn't look at the one on the right." Jing Yulan bent down and turned around, revealing her graceful curves.

Yang Rui raised his eyelids and was embarrassed to look at it more. He turned his eyes back to the glass cabinet, and saw more than a dozen video tapes on the right.

"Are they all the videotapes you bought? So many?"

"I used the videotapes I've seen to exchange with people. I'll exchange them for one plate, and I just added a few dollars. I just exchanged them with people after the Spring Festival, and I didn't watch them." Jing Yulan poked her head out of the kitchen, her hair fell down, straight and black.

Yang Rui smiled at her, turned to find a videotape of "Bonnie and Clyde", inserted it into the machine, adjusted it, changed his position, and sat down.

Nowadays, TVs and video recordings do not have remote controls, so most of the time you have to watch them in order.

After a while, Jing Yulan washed her hands and sat on the sofa.

"The film of male and female thieves seems to be a bit famous." Yang Rui smiled at Jing Yulan, "You have a good vision."

"It's all chosen by others. The video tapes are expensive nowadays, and bad movies are washed away."

"It feels like renting, but if the place is better than renting, it can be kept if the videotape is better, and there is no limit on when to change it?"

“That’s it.”

"But..." Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "Those who can change these video tapes often are all second-generation officials like you."

Jing Yulan immediately pouted: "What do you mean by a second-generation official like me?"

"Your father is a high-ranking official, you are the second-generation official." Yang Rui smiled and said, "There are hundreds of videotapes available nowadays, and there shouldn't be many people who can exchange them."

In 85 years after the price rise, one hundred yuan is equal to the working class’s half a month’s salary.

Jing Yulan said dissatisfiedly: "If you say that, you will be the second-generation official."

"It's sweet." Yang Rui's performance was completely different from that of his students.

Jing Yulan stared at Yang Rui with wide eyes and said, "This is not a good review, nor is it a good reputation."

"It's not bad," Yang Rui said: "Look at the current United States, whether it is the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich people, some people have raised this flag instead."

"China is different from the United States." Jing Yulan works in school and receives ideological education.

Yang Rui moved cross-legged to the sofa and relaxed: "Maybe the United States and China are very similar?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I think the United States in the 1960s was very similar to China today. The prominent social contradictions, differentiated social classes, and even the American college students in the 1960s were very similar to the Chinese college students in the 1980s. They were standard elitists, despising Republicans who made money and despised tax cuts." Yang Rui paused for a moment, looked at Jing Yulan, and said: "What's more interesting is that when American college students in the 1960s grew up, and now, these social pillars who entered the golden period of life became the rulers of politics, business and academic circles, they suddenly became their own fathers..."

Jing Yulan listened very seriously and said, "You seem to know the United States very well."

"If a scholar doesn't go out, he will know the world's affairs." Yang Rui smiled.

"Do you mean blacks and whites in the American social class in the 1960s?"

“A big part of it is.”

"You said the differentiated class is the same as China?"

"China's urban-rural differentiation is not much weaker than the black and white people in the United States. The personal imprisonment of household registration is strong, and may sound better than racial discrimination..."

The way Yang Rui spoke made Jing Yulan unconsciously think of her father's appearance on politics.

She couldn't help but approach some Yang Rui. Talking about politics was a characteristic of people in the 1980s. Everyone liked it and was willing to talk about politics. However, it was still not easy to talk well and come up with new ideas.

And boys who can do this are also very popular.

Yang Rui smiled softly, chatting with Jing Yulan while watching a movie.

Before they knew it, the two of them met together.

The movie is not very nervous, but the final scene is that the male and female protagonists are set up and eventually shot to death.

From the establishment part, Jing Yulan hugged Yang Rui's arm tightly.

Yang Rui grinned with some enjoyment.

The movie ends soon, but it cannot be called a tragedy. After all, men and women kill and rob people, and they are not good people in the traditional sense, and they are crazy about death. From the middle of the movie, we can foresee that this is not a happy ending.

However, Jing Yulan was obviously a little uncomfortable and hugged Yang Rui's arm even tighter.

"Drink a glass of water." Yang Rui was strangled and felt a little hurt.

Only then did Jing Yulan feel something strange on her chest, she quickly let go of Yang Rui, drank half a glass of water, and stood up and said, "It's time for me to go back, it's a bit late."

"If you're late, stay here." Yang Rui said, and he was shocked.
Chapter completed!