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next to you. "The mother-in-law saw Zhong Jurui's brows furrowed deeply, and said in silence for a while, "Find me the plastic hat and put it on. I'll sit here for half an hour, and then tell me to wash my hair." "

"Have you boiled hot water?"

"It's hot, so there's no need for such hot water."

"You can't use cold water either, I'll burn it now."

The mother-in-law looked at Zhong Jurui's tall and straight figure, and when she entered the kitchen, she had to bend over first, thinking that Pingru was sitting here with Zhong Jurui in her arms before she was confinement, and she made crucian carp soup from this small kitchen. Bring it out.It's almost as if it happened yesterday.

I'm really old, I don't want to think about tomorrow's things anymore, my mind is full of the past.

Zhong Jurui came out again and saw her grandma sitting and falling asleep.If it wasn't for the old lady's slight snoring, he even wanted to sniff a little.Zhong Jurui always had a bad association with the motionless appearance in a deep sleep. He didn't like this association, so he turned on his mobile phone a little depressed, and checked his school mail.

The kettle in the kitchen whistled sharply.

The water is on.

The quiet yard comes alive again.

Zhong Jurui woke up his grandma, moved her a small bench, and gently washed the old lady's hair, wondering why Pei Xu didn't have any emails today.

☆、Chapter 27

The oral history project is finally coming to an end after a year.A few days ago, Pei Xu interviewed Professor Hou for the last time. The old professor brought some old photos. After scanning and saving, he went to the classroom of journalism history, slipped quietly to the last row, and planned to return them to Professor Hou after class.

The get out of class bell has already rung.The last page of the PPT projected by the projector is still a typesetting without aesthetic feeling, with the word "thank you" written on it.

The old professor was so familiar with the textbooks that he didn't even need to look through the chapters and catalogs of the textbooks. He scratched out some test points with a hoarse throat, and just wanted to hurry up and go to eat after class.

"Today is the last class of this semester, and after that is the review week. We don't have classes. If you have any questions, you can email me or come to my office."

A boy in the front row shook his head: "Can I ask the exam questions?"

There were a few awkward laughs here and there.

Professor Hou said: "Today is not only the last time I teach history of journalism this semester, but also the last class I teach here. I am not in good health and have reached the age of retirement. It's just that I am ignorant and I feel guilty that I have never taught useful business knowledge. , the principle of being a human being, thank all the students for their tolerance of my 'sleep class' for a long time."

He glanced at the classroom, and there was no sound below.

This most boring professional course in the School of Journalism is coming to an end, maybe there will be another teacher to teach in the future, it will make people less want to doze off in class, maybe this course will be cancelled, and replaced by some more practical course.

He had something on his mind, but he didn't feel the need to say it.So he put away his lesson plans, and said in silence for a long time: "I wish you all a bright future, and your merits will not be in vain."

There was applause in the classroom - some sincere nostalgia.But this nostalgia has no weight, as people leave the classroom one after another, it gradually disappears.

Pei Xu hadn't heard of Teacher Hou before, and he stopped teaching. At this moment, he thought a little confused: "If I take this course in my sophomore year, it will be taught by another teacher."

He walked to the edge of the podium with the photo album in his arms, and waited for the students asking questions to disperse before he stepped forward and called the teacher.

The teaching assistant came over to help pack things, and Pei Xu noticed that Professor Hou was carrying a walking stick.

"In the rainy season, I'm afraid my feet will slip, and my legs and feet are fine." Teacher Hou took the album and said in relief.

"When can I see you next time?"

"If there is anything unclear about the oral history, you can come to me again at any time, and I will give you my home address."

"There is nothing else to do with the interview. The next step is for me to edit it for you. You can delete any inappropriate and sensitive ones. Follow your wishes."

Professor Hou said with a smile: "I'm going to go home to take care of myself, so I don't think there's anything inappropriate. I'm afraid the school reviewer may find it inappropriate."

"It's good to come back and give lectures." Pei Xu and the old professor walked out, and the teaching assistant followed with the teaching plan.

The old man joked: "A lecture on hypnosis? I won't come. I'm not in good health. My daughter won't let me bother. According to the usual practice, the next time I see my name at school, it will probably be an obituary."

——A banner with black characters on a white background hangs on the school's parasol road.But at that time, there were probably no students he had taught in the school.

"Except for life and death, they are all trivial matters. At my age, even life and death are trivial matters." Before saying goodbye, Professor Hou said to Pei Xu, "I remember you recruited yourself for an interview before, and I asked you if you were speaking for the proletariat or for the The proletarian regime speaks out, you say you want to speak out for your own values. Two days ago, I also saw the video of your speech in the top ten. I think it is very good, but it is hard to break." After thinking about it, he said, "Forget it Yes, life is life when you walk by yourself. You don’t need to send it away anymore, I’ll just walk back with the teaching assistant.”

Pei Xu stood at the intersection of the small garden and watched the two go away, feeling complicated.

This is the third day that Pei Xu has not sent an email to Zhong Jurui.

Zhong Jurui shook his legs anxiously, and opened the mailbox for the umpteenth time.

The School of Management recruits subjects for a fee, the Department of Psychology recruits subjects for an eye movement experiment, and the Department of Sociology surveys the students’ views on marriage and love—with a summary of Makimao’s general knowledge points.

Notifications from the Academic Affairs Office, reminders to return books in the library, and counselors to remind you not to pass the liver and take care of your body at the end of the semester.

People who don't know each other have emails about everything. Why hasn't Pei Xu had emails for several days?

They have never been the type to chat very enthusiastically on WeChat, and they are not very clingy when they meet at school.In the past two days, Pei Xu said that there were several DDL papers, so the two of them didn't meet each other specifically.

——Pei Xu's sour poems are probably poisonous, just like the stinky tofu on the side of the road.

Zhong Jurui had never been in a relationship before, so he couldn't guess the reason why Pei Xu suddenly didn't write sour poems, it's just that there must be demons when things go wrong, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He clicked on the document of "Mao Gai Knowledge Points", glanced at it quickly, and then closed it guiltily.After a while, I couldn't help but click on it again. Seeing those sentences that I could almost recite backwards, I felt that I was too trembling like this, so I couldn't help turning it off.

The nanny was lying on the bed and asked who had the latest knowledge points about hairstyling. The inventory left by the old-timers on Renren could no longer catch up with the new era.Guang Guang said: "Teacher Zhong may have, after all, he is a freshman who thinks and takes notes."

Zhong Jurui said absent-mindedly: "Probably not Mao, I was doing my own thing in class, and I didn't listen well. I only have the stock of my old seniors, and they are still big gift packages downloaded by scanning the mail."

"It's better than nothing." The nanny stood up and said, "You can send it to me. I'll print it out before the exam tomorrow."

Before Zhong Jurui saw the attachments of the materials sent in such emails, he downloaded them. There were several different versions stored in the computer. At this moment, his mind was tied up, and he directly searched for the word "Mao Gai" in the computer, and packed the relevant files together. All sent to the nanny.

"Print a copy for me too, thank you." Zhong Jurui climbed onto the bed and said the last sentence.

Pei Xu didn't sincerely leave Zhong Jurui alone.

He does have a few DDLs and a little bit of unhappiness that gives him a valid reason to be less slutty.But these few DDLs are not very urgent, and the little bit of discomfort is just a mosquito bite, and it’s okay to scratch it.

During the rainy season, everything is moldy and listless, and it is not appropriate to rush to get angry.

Pei Xu was like hot iron, being poured with cold water, he didn't want to make any noise, so he cooled down silently.

The rest of Pei Han's thigh hurts every rainy day, so recently he packed up and left City A during the rainy season, and went back to her mother's house with Sister Xue.Since brother and sister-in-law were not at home, Pei Xu had no reason to go back, and stayed in the dormitory all the time.However, this morning, Sister Xue called him three times in a row to tell him that before they left, there was a half-eaten watermelon that was left in the dining room and forgot to throw it away. He told him to go back and throw it away, otherwise Pei Xu would open the door after the exam week was over. , may face biohazard.

"Sister, it took you three days to pack up and leave. Didn't you take care of such a little thing? I'm busy studying for exams."

"We just have too many things on hand, so we don't have time to throw out the garbage. Anyway, we don't come back until October, so you can put it away if you have the ability, and I'll collect it when I come back."

Pei Xu said speechlessly, "Then wait until you come back to collect it. I'll put the watermelon in your two bedrooms when I go home next week, and the door will be locked, so I won't be able to smell it anyway."

Pei Han scolded him at the other end: "Why are you talking?"

Having said that, Pei Xu called a car to go back after finishing one of the exams in the morning.After disposing of the garbage, he realized that it was raining heavily outside the window, and he didn't bother to go back to school in the rain. Anyway, the next exam was three days later, so he simply stayed at home.

The plastic bucket at the door of the classroom is full of wet umbrellas.The students who took the general exam came in one after another.

The nanny's schoolbag was stained with water, and she said angrily, "It must have rained too much today. Mosquitoes were scared by the rain and all entered the house. I was bitten by three big bags in the printing shop."

Sitting behind him, Guang Guang stretched out his hand to urge: "Where are the printed things, share them quickly."

The nanny printed out several versions. They are engineering dogs who don't want to master the answers and write answers that suit their wishes. They just want to be able to copy and write to fill the question-and-answer area.I heard that it was the general knowledge points compiled by Xueshen Zhong, and several brothers who often hacked together next door also contributed money to print and bring their own copies.

"The paper is wet." The nanny quickly distributed the thick stack of materials in her arms, "I typed so many, I didn't have time to find them."

"Let him alone, it's better than nothing."

Zhong Jurui also put away the umbrella and threw it into the plastic bucket at the door, and came over to ask himself where the share was.

Guangguang pointed to his side, signaling that Zhong Jurui was occupying the seat, and there were printed materials on it.

The bell is ringing.

The invigilator walked in and was about to distribute the test papers.

Zhong Jurui took out a pen, tested whether there was any ink, and then began to casually flip through the chapters of the textbook for easy reference later.

It rained heavily.The sound of the pen tip touching the test paper in the classroom was muffled.

"Socialist market economy..." Zhong Jurui always felt that he had seen this short-answer question in some document. He moved his wrist, opened the printed document that had not been touched, and quickly scrolled down.

—The power of the proletariat . . . not here.

— New Democracy... not here.

——I think the wind in Ritu is sweeter than other places, probably because you are walking towards me holding a small pudding.

Zhong Jurui: "..."

--etc?What unscrupulous things got mixed into the tide of the great revolution?

Zhong Jurui quickly pulled out the pages that had been stapled by the stapler, looked at ten lines at a glance, and was about to run away from home with shocked eyebrows.He quickly looked around, and at least eight people let the nanny print it, which means that at least eight people can see these sour poems.How the hell will you behave in front of your classmates in the future.

The one who was more confused than him was the nanny.After he got the test papers, he has been relying on printing materials to continue his life. When he turned to this headline about general knowledge points, and the following document was wrong, he was disgusted by these sour poems.Fortunately, the exam was the biggest one, so he pushed this thing to the bottom, and racked his brains to deal with the exam questions first.After finishing what he could write, he had nothing to look at, so he turned to the sour poetry collection again.

——My God, what a seed of infatuation from Wenquxing descended to earth.I'm going to jot this down so I can use it the next time I'm chasing a girl.The nanny looked yearning.

"Grandmother, did you take something printed by someone else by mistake? Why are there still three hundred love poems in it?" As soon as the test paper was collected, Guang Guang patted the nurse on the back and asked.

Zhong Jurui can only secretly rejoice that there is no name in the sour poem, and now he can pretend not to know and say: "It should not be that I took it wrong, but that there is something wrong with the information gift package sent by scanning the post. It's a gimmick."

This explanation is very reasonable.Several big brothers nearby who have read the sour poems also showed expressions of approval.

Zhong Jurui threw the printed materials that were no longer used at hand into the trash can at the door of the classroom. When it was his turn to do sour poetry documents, he hesitated.A line of words aroused Zhong Jurui's irritability, he stretched out his hand and then withdrew it, hesitated several times, and put it in his schoolbag.

He found an excuse to leave with his roommates, and called Pei Xu directly. The rain from the porch eaves merged into a series of rain lines, and it was only in the afternoon, and it was unbelievably dark.

Pei Xu's lazy voice sounded from the other end.

"Are you busy with your studies recently?" Zhong Jurui asked awkwardly.

"busy."

"Didn't you say you were okay a few days ago?" The rain seemed to be a little lighter.

"I've been busy again these days." After Pei Xu finished speaking, he felt that his perfunctory attitude was particularly like a scumbag, so he couldn't help laughing, and said in a foolish tone, "Why, miss me?"

Zhong Jurui really wanted to say that I was sick and I missed you, but he didn't.The closed umbrella in his hand kept dripping onto his shoe, and he had to stretch the umbrella further: "It rained a lot today. It has been raining for a long time."

Let Si Aojiao say some explicit words that might kill him, but he called you specially to tell you, hey, it rained a lot today, and it has been raining all day, which may be the biggest compromise.

Pei Xu sat up straight, touched the corner of the book with his index finger, and stroked the pages one by one.He could hear the sound of rain on the other end of the phone, the rustling noise of the phone, and Zhongju Rui's peaceful voice.

"Sure enough, falling in love will disturb the mind and affect the study." Pei Xu said with a smile, "Student Zhong, the puppy lover, are you free to come and see me today, I'm at home."

"No, I have an exam the day after tomorrow." Zhong Jurui shook his umbrella.

"I don't have anything to eat, it's very pitiful." The tone was really pitiful, with a familiar coquettish ending.

"No, I'm not delivering food."

"You don't miss me. I haven't seen you for several days. I don't think you can either?"

Zhong Jurui held up an umbrella and walked into the rain: "Okay. Where do you live?"