After leaving the Zhou family, Aunt Qiao sighed to her daughter Qiao Chunyan, "Chunyan, this Zhou Bingkun is becoming more and more promising!
His father, Zhou Zhiqiang, is our top-notch optical film maker!
Now Zhou Bingkun is too!
I am truly a hero and my son is a great man!”
Aunt Qiao sighed, but received no response from her daughter Qiao Chunyan. She turned to look at Qiao Chunyan aside with some confusion, "What's wrong? Chunyan!"
"Oh! It's okay! I'm thinking about something!" Qiao Chunyan, who woke up, said with a forced smile.
"Chunyan, although you and Bingkun can't become husband and wife, you can still be good friends!
Look at him catching up with Sun Yat-sen, it’s so good that there’s nothing to say!”
"Yes! I understand!" After hearing her mother's words, Qiao Chunyan responded helplessly.
"Chunyan, don't take it personally!
I think you and Cao Debao are both stupid!
Not enlightened at all!"
"Mom, let me tell you the truth!
I don’t like getting too close to Zhou Bingkun now!”
"What's wrong? Are you afraid that Cao Debao will be jealous?"
"That's not true! It's just that I found Zhou Bingkun looked at me strangely!"
"Strange?"
“That feeling is really indescribable!
feeling bad!
Just like an adult looking after a child!
There is also a feeling of being looked at as a fool!
Anyway, when I saw the look in his eyes, I felt uncomfortable everywhere!"
"Ah? Chunyan, are you too worried?"
...
In fact, when she saw Zhou Bingkun's eyes, it was not only Qiao Chunyan who had this feeling, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Zhou Bingyi, who lives at Peking University in Beijing, feels the same every time he sees his younger brother Zhou Bingkun.
Zhou Bingyi always thought that he was the proud son of heaven and the best one in the Zhou family. How could he bear Zhou Bingkun's look at him as a fool, so Zhou Bingyi always hated Zhou Bingkun.
College students are the group that pays the most attention to politics. Zhou Bingyi likes to read the National Daily the most. When he saw "The Rise of Great Powers" published in the supplement, Zhou Bingyi showed an interested expression.
As time went by, Zhou Bingyi became more and more shocked. He sighed in his heart that this author's historical knowledge was so great. It should be the masterpiece of some history professor from Peking University.
Zhou Bingyi looked at the author's signature, but his eyes widened in horror, looking at the three words "Zhou Bingkun" on it in disbelief.
I couldn't help but think of a rumor that circulated on the campus of Peking University some time ago. A sophomore history student at Northeast Normal University submitted an article to the National Daily, and it was directly sent to the internal reference.
Today in the National Daily, when he saw three familiar words again, Zhou Bingyi could only think of them together, and then showed an expression like he'd seen a ghost.
What happened to this world?
In 1969, he went to the Construction Corps to become an educated youth. In the past ten years, what kind of encounters and efforts did his younger brother Zhou Bingkun have, so that he could grow from an ignorant boy to what he is now?!
...
Jiang Liao, Jichun, Zhou Jia.
In the dead of night, Zheng Juan was lying in Zhou Bingkun's arms, "Bingkun, are you really going to build a two-story house?"
"Hmm! That's a two-story Chinese courtyard house. Why do you call it so vulgar?"
“Tch, they’re not all the same!
It’s a Chinese-style courtyard house, but it’s still a two-story house!”
"Okay! Okay! My Juan'er expressed it most accurately!" Zhou Bingkun reluctantly accepted Zheng Juan's expression.
"But how much will it cost?
If I had known earlier, I would not have built a new house for Guangming!" Zheng Juan said regretfully.
“That little money is not enough to build a house for our family!
It’s better to hold on to the light and build it first!” Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.
"You don't have to worry about money!
You just need to take good care of your children and our mother at home!
Now the third child is about to be born!
I really hope that our daughter can live in a new house as soon as she is born!"
The next day, because there was no class in the afternoon, Zhou Bingkun was going to ride his bicycle home as soon as the morning class ended. As soon as he walked to the teaching building, he saw two familiar figures, "Mr. Zhou, Auntie, why are you here?"
?”
Seeing Zhou Bingkun in front of him, Mr. Zhou suddenly raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle and looked arrogantly to one side. Seeing Mr. Zhou's behavior, the aunt on the side shook her head helplessly, and then explained with a smile, "This
It’s something you left at our house last time, and it’s specially brought to you this time!”
I felt that the story book I had left behind was much thicker, and I was a little confused unconsciously. When my aunt saw Zhou Bingkun's confused expression, she smiled and explained, "My old Zhou, I will draw it for you!"
I drew two copies in total, one with just pictures, and the other with your story on the illustration, just like a comic strip!"
After hearing his aunt's explanation, Zhou Bingkun showed an ecstatic expression while flipping through the pages, "Mr. Zhou, you are such a great painter!
It's really great!
Your paintings bring my story to life!”
"Hmph! You are so good at studying history!
Not only is the historical story well written, but the flattery is also shot to a high standard!
I feel so comfortable after hearing this!" Hearing Zhou Bingkun's praise, Mr. Zhou said with a sneer that was neither negative nor negative.
"Old Zhou, you look so ugly when you speak!
Even though I feel comfortable, I don’t know how to say a few nice words!" Mrs. Zhou said complainingly.
Zhou Bingkun has always been very patient with the really capable masters. Suddenly he found that Mr. Zhou in front of him was very cute. He was really a cute little old man!
"Mr. Zhou, thank you so much!
You did me a big favor this time!
Since the two elders are here, come to our school cafeteria and I'll treat you to a meal!"
"Huh! There's no need to eat!
Now that you have completed your commission, don’t waste any money!
Let’s go home!” Mr. Zhou said still proudly.
"Mr. Zhou, listen to me!
I can't afford to pay for it in a state-owned hotel outside!
But there is still no big problem with the stir-fried dishes in the school cafeteria!
This can be regarded as giving the juniors a chance to thank Mr. Zhou for your help!"
"This..." Hearing what Zhou Bingkun said, Mr. Zhou hesitated a little. After all, the Zhou Bingkun in front of him was also a capable person, and a certain range of contact was also necessary.
Seeing her husband's hesitation, the aunt smiled and persuaded, "Since Bingkun wants to thank you, just give him some face!"
"This...that's okay!"
Seeing that Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou agreed, Zhou Bingkun quickly took Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou to the school cafeteria, "Master, can you help us make a small stove with four dishes and one soup?"
The cafeteria chef looked at Zhou Bingkun in front of him doubtfully, and said casually, "Okay!"
“For meat dishes, let’s have pot-wrapped pork and braised pork!
The other two vegetarian dishes and soup are up to you to arrange as you wish!
We have an old man, please cook the meat until it's tender!" Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.
Soon, the four dishes and one soup ordered by Zhou Bingkun were served. When the chef of the cafeteria walked away, Zhou Bingkun smiled and explained in a low voice, "Please forgive me!
The school cafeteria is in poor condition, so these are the only dishes we can get!"
"Haha, Bingkun! This is already good!
Very rich!
Four dishes and one soup, veteran cadres go to the countryside!" After hearing Zhou Bingkun's kind words, the aunt said with a quite satisfied smile.
Seeing the braised pork and pot-wrapped pork on the table, Mr. Zhou on the side also showed a rare smile of satisfaction.
It seems that the Zhou Bingkun in front of me is not only young and knowledgeable, but also a good person.