nostalgic era

Chapter 8 Recycling Old Furniture

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, is Comrade Jiang Deming there?"

Early the next morning, Jiang Deming was still washing when he heard Han Chunsong's voice outside.

Jiang Deming quickly poked his head out and said, "Brother Han, I'm washing up, come in first, I'll be fine soon!"

"No hurry, take your time!" Han Chunsong shouted.

After Jiang Deming responded, he sped up his speed, rinsed his mouth with clean water, picked up a towel and wiped his face, and he was done.

When he came out, Han Chunsong was looking at the environment of the dormitory. Seeing Jiang Deming coming out, he smiled and said, "Are all the dormitories of you college students like this? It feels more like a library than a dormitory. At night, you sleep directly in the book." in the pile?"

Jiang Deming couldn't help laughing after listening to it. When he first came to Shuimu University, he had the same reaction as Han Chunsong when he saw the dormitory of the seniors. He didn't understand until he really integrated in. There is only such a learning atmosphere. Only those great pioneers will appear.

"Basically, we are studying and doing research at the same time, so we have collected a lot of things. In fact, most of them here are our notes."

Hearing Jiang Deming's words, Han Chunsong's eyes suddenly became solemn. He works in the ministry and knows that many people like Jiang Deming are assigned to the front line before they graduate, leading the bottom line team to overcome one after another. In order to do this, they have to take care of their studies at the same time, and I have never heard of anyone who could not graduate. The big guys only saw their scenery in front of others, and did not realize the hard work these students put in behind their backs.

"Then you have to move a lot of things, right? I happened to come here on a tricycle, thinking that I would pull the furniture for you then, and this will come in handy."

Jiang Deming's eyes lit up when he heard the words. He was worried about where to find a car to take the things away. There are many things here that are related to his future research, so he can't just throw them away. "

"Then trouble Brother Han, I really have a lot of things to move."

"Okay, then let's hurry up. While it's still early, pull these things over first, and pull the furniture later. I guess I will have to run several times."

Then the two began to carry Jiang Deming's books, notes, and daily necessities. Jiang Deming had already packed them when he came back last night, so just carry them down.

The students in the dormitory next door saw that Jiang Deming was moving things, so they also came up to help. In addition to studying in the past few years, Jiang Deming's interpersonal communication has not fallen behind. Usually, whoever has difficulties and needs help, as long as he can help, he will help After a while, it also has the title of Mizuki Xiaomengchang.

With the concerted efforts of the big guys, the things that would have taken several trips to carry were finished in one trip, and the bike that Han Chunsong rode over was piled up like a hill on its back.

He couldn't sit up anymore, so Jiang Deming had to run behind, fortunately, he wasn't too far away.

It was working time at this time, and there were not many people in the courtyard, only some housewives and some young children were left playing in the yard.

When they saw Jiang Deming and Han Chunsong moving things inside, the children followed curiously, not afraid of strangers at all.

When he came to his room, Jiang Deming found that the door was open, and more than 50 women were cleaning inside. Needless to say, this must be Yi Zhonghai's wife.

Hearing the movement outside, she turned her head.

"Are you, Comrade Xiao Jiang?" The aunt asked cautiously.

"Yes, it's me. Are you an aunt? Please help me clean up. I'm really sorry!"

After confirming that it was Jiang Deming, the aunt smiled and said, "What's the matter? Anyway, I'm idle. The old man said that you would move in today. I thought it would be night. No, I haven't finished cleaning it yet." Woolen cloth!"

"Um, I have a lot of things, so I brought the school ones here first, and I have to pull the furniture later. Mom, you don't have to work anymore, I can do the rest myself."

"They're all in the same yard. How polite are you? My old man has gone to work. Before he left, he told me to entertain you well. Just go about your business. When you come back after pulling your things, I should clean it up."

The more the aunt looked at Jiang Deming, the more she felt that this boy was handsome, and the masculinity that rushed to her face was irresistible to any woman. I heard that he graduated from Shuimu University. If she had a daughter, she would definitely like him. give him.

Seeing that the aunt insisted, Jiang Deming couldn't say anything more, so he could only let her toss, and he followed Han Chunsong to his house to pick out old furniture.

The courtyard where Han Chunsong lives is not far from Jiang Deming's. It is also a quadrangle that lives in groups, but it is a little smaller than Jiang Deming's. Before entering the door, Han Chunsong yelled at the inside.

"Mom, come out!"

As soon as the words were finished, a woman walked out, much younger than Da Ma, wearing an apron, with some white marks on her hands, probably kneading dough or something.

"Come on, come on! Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf!" Mother Han blamed.

"Hey, I'm afraid you can't hear me! Where did you put the warehouse key? Didn't I say last night that a friend needs to buy some old furniture, and I brought him here today!"

"Oh?"

Only then did Mother Han see Jiang Deming standing aside, her eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at Jiang Deming exactly the same as the big mother before.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Jiang Deming, you can call me Xiao Jiang."

"Hello!"

The more Han Mu watched, the more she felt satisfied. In addition, she did hear Han Chunsong say that she would bring friends over last night. Han Chunsong did not disclose Jiang Deming's situation to his family, but only said that he was his friend.

Human beings are all visual creatures. Mother Han has already thought about asking Han Chunsong what is going on with Xiaojiang in the evening. She has two daughters who have reached the age of marriage. If the conditions are right, she will definitely be a son-in-law candidate. The young man, the child born will definitely be as good-looking as him.

Jiang Deming didn't know that he was being targeted by Han's mother, but felt that her eyes were weird, and thought that it was Han Chunsong who told her about his identity as a Mizuki student, but there was no way, one of the two highest universities in China was still very exclusive. Face to face, but it will be hard to say in a few years.

After getting the key from Han Mu, Han Chunsong took Jiang Deming to the warehouse.

As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Deming's eyes lit up. When he heard Han Chunsong talk about second-hand furniture, he thought it was shabby that others didn't want.

But what kind of rags are these things in front of me?They are obviously all treasures. If they are to be placed in future generations, these things in front of them may be worth two houses, but how could Han Chunsong think of dealing with these things?Do you really not know the value, or do you have other plans?
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