Mr. Jiang drove and glanced back at Yun Qiao from the corner of his eye.
Today, Yun Qiao wore a milky white cheongsam embroidered with begonia branches. The begonias were embroidered with red and gold threads and slowly swam on the white fabric, looking gorgeous and enchanting.
Like a demon.
Yun Qiao's willowy eyebrows and red lips, with dark pupils, are too enchanting, like a begonia blooming under the moon.
She was dressed particularly grandly today, and she looked like she was crushing all the ladies.
"Auntie, what's going on today?" Young Master Jiang was not interested in gossip and interrupted his sister.
He is more sensible and worldly than his sister, and he is very aware of the turbulent undercurrents in the Governor's Mansion, and it is by no means a simple "pampering".
Gossip puts the facts in the wrong light of parents, but ignores the root cause.
"What's the matter?" Yun Qiao was stunned when he asked.
Mr. Jiang: "Looking at how well-dressed my aunt is today, she seems to be planning to overwhelm everyone. Is there any intention?"
Yun Qiao: "For formal occasions, I wear a well-fitting dress and just put on light makeup."
Mr. Jiang: "..."
Yun Qiao's meaning couldn't be more obvious: she is too outstanding. Dressing casually and politely can make everyone in the world feel embarrassed, but she alone can show off her splendor.
It's... so awesome.
Mr. Jiang's expression was indifferent: "It's true that my aunt is too good. She can outshine the gods just by dressing up casually."
Jiang Yanyu heard the sarcasm in his brother's words and looked at him in surprise.
Yun Qiao didn't seem to hear it. Her expression was still very leisurely, and nothing would cause any ripples: "That's true."
Jiang Yanyu: "..."
She couldn't get a word in.
Mr. Jiang was driving and thinking about her words, he shook his head and couldn't help but want to laugh.
"...I have already started school, does Auntie know?" Young Master Jiang asked again.
Yun Qiao: "I've heard of it. Are you in the same class as Xi Wenlan?"
"Um."
"Is studying difficult? Can you keep up?" Yun Qiao sounded like an elder who was concerned.
Mr. Jiang also asked and answered questions, like a filial and polite junior: "I can keep up. I have been studying at home. Their homework is relatively simple. I have learned it before."
"That's good." Yun Qiao said, "Can you get along with your classmates?"
"We don't have many classmates. There are a total of twenty-one people in our class, but we all get along well." Jiang Shao said.
It was the first time that Jiang Yanyu heard her brother talk about so many things about school, instead of just saying "Don't ask more questions" perfunctorily. She listened intently and even interjected: "Are there many girls?"
"Six girls." Jiang Shao said.
"so little?"
"That's a lot." Mr. Jiang said, "We are an English major, and female students may be interested in this. The mechanical major next door, who takes Chinese language classes with us every day, has eighteen students, all of whom are male."
Jiang Yanyu: "..."
Yun Qiao also said that when she was studying at university in Hong Kong, there were only five girls in the class of thirty-seven.
There are some girls who go to college, but not many.
The civilized folk customs of China are not enough. In places like Yancheng, women are also encouraged to marry early.
It is ideal to get married after graduating from high school.
The seventh master also asked Yun Qiao to go to middle school last time, which was also the intention.
Jiang Yanyu stuck out his tongue: "Studying is so tiring. I don't want to study anyway."
Jiang Shaoze said: "This is a social reason, I don't blame you."
In today's society, there are very few job opportunities for women. Even if they are available, academic qualifications and knowledge do not add much. In other words, if a woman studies, it will not be of much use.
Studying is indeed hard work. If it were not for the future, who would be willing to endure this hardship?
"It may be better in the future." Yun Qiao said.
Young Master Jiang thought of the Shandong Peninsula that was lost not long ago. He felt depressed and stopped answering.
Will it really be good in the future?
Will there be a strong country where all the land belongs to oneself? Will there be a prosperous economy where everyone can apply what they have learned and play their role?
In the future...will this country and this people have a future?