Middle-aged greasy uncle and world-weary girl

Chapter 123 Stop Talking!
Jiang Jun darkened his face and fell silent.

Zhao Anqing glanced at Jiang Jun's face shrouded in dark clouds, and then smiled, with a hint of satisfaction in his smile.

At least, this extremely ugly face proved that Jiang Jun didn't know everything.

If Jiang Jun had doubts on his face at this time, it would be obvious that Jiang Jun was still kept in the dark.

She sighed lightly, and said two words lightly: "Poor."

Jiang Jun didn't know who this "poor" was talking about, maybe he was himself, or it might be Yu Baibai.

However, after that, the two fell into the embarrassment of having nothing to talk about. Jiang Jun drove the car quietly, while Zhao Anqing was blowing the breeze in the autumn night.

About 20 minutes later...

Zhao Anqing said with a faint smile: "I remember when I was in high school... my class teacher often told us some interesting truths."

"She said, don't look at the students sitting in this classroom are all the same, but after entering the university, the level gap has been significantly widened."

"Some, they were admitted to prestigious schools; some, barely passed the three exams; and some, who were staggering, were able to study in a university. To a certain extent, it was also a kind of charity from the state. "

"She said that those who are admitted to a prestigious school will not only have a bright future, but more importantly, they will receive a higher level of education, and their physical and mental education will be significantly improved; at that time, their childhood partners are no longer real. Partner, because of the gap in thought levels, the two of you can no longer talk together."

"She gave a very real example, saying that it's like urban people and rural people. Rural people may fight over a momo, but urban people don't. So what's the point if you give it to you? It's just a few cents It’s just about money, there is no need to have such unnecessary disputes.”

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, it's a very simple reason for the gap in thinking and level. The head teacher uses this to hope that every student in our class will put an end to puppy love and put all their energy on study."

Zhao Anqing held her chin, paused, and recalled with a smile: "I think so... I have seen students from prestigious schools who spend almost every day in the library for four years until they step into the society and become people who promote social development. He is a pillar of talent; I have also seen college students who can barely be regarded as college students, the private lives of male and female students are chaotic, and the daily night life is in dire straits."

"Later..." Zhao Anqing said with a wry smile: "At the reunion of high school classmates, I was surprised to find that things were really exactly as the class teacher said at the time. The gap between people was really widened. Chatting, the students from inferior schools are chatting in a group; the crowd is clearly divided, and the topics are conflicts and conflicts, one chats about the market economy, the other talks about who broke up, who got married, who went out to earn money... ..."

After saying this, Zhao Anqing turned her head, and she looked at Jiang Jun with a deep smile, with a hint of banter in it.

Zhao Anqing asked: "Mr. Jiang, what do you think about this matter?"

Jiang Jun drove the car, pondered for a while, and just said: "There are junior college students who study hard, and bad students may not always be bad students."

Zhao Anqing raised her eyebrows, pursed her red lips and nodded, she felt that Jiang Jun's words made sense.

"Then...does Mr. Jiang approve of the hierarchical relationship of this group's autonomous classification?" Zhao Anqing asked again.

Jiang Jun nodded approvingly, and said, "Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups."

When Zhao Anqing heard this, she smiled even more happily, and she said, "Mr. Jiang, have you ever heard of the story of Cinderella?"

"Huh?" Jiang Jun was a little puzzled, but this doubt did not refer to the story of Cinderella, but doubts about this kind of story that everyone knows, what can Zhao Anqing tell from it?
At this moment, Zhao Anqing's knocking beautiful legs had been maintained for a long time, she seemed a little tired, so she replaced the upper left leg with a supporting leg, and then put her right leg on the sitting leg to wander lazily in the air.

"Actually, this story deceived many people. The life Cinderella lived at that time could not create good thoughts and self-cultivation for her. Her life was always struggling on the verge of food and clothing; but the prince was with her. On the contrary, the prince was born with no worries about food and clothing, and has learned all kinds of knowledge since he was a child, and the years of knowledge have given him a unique temperament and self-cultivation."

"These are people from two worlds. Don't mention whether we can meet each other. Even if we live together, even if we chat, there will be a lot of differences in thinking. How can we talk about a happy life?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Anqing smiled sarcastically, and said, "In the end, it's still a fairy tale to deceive children."

Jiang Jun heard the sound, but still didn't speak. Although he had to admit that Zhao Anqing had a strong understanding of culture, he vaguely smelled something strange.

In his opinion, Zhao Anqing seemed to be saying something useless, but there must be something in it.

Zhao Anqing shook his head helplessly, and said: "It's the same in today's life. It is said that all roads lead to Rome, but I don't know that many people were born in Rome. The children of the famous nobles, from the moment they are born, are huge. The family resources do not require them to work hard for life at all. What is needed is to maintain their bodies and improve their knowledge and self-cultivation. It seems to be a good thing, but in fact it is like packaging a product, and then using marriage to make this perfect The products are docked with products of other families, so as to achieve the goal of strong alliance."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Anqing said again: "Mr. Jiang must have heard such a sentence, saying that you put down face to make money, then use money to make face, and finally use face to make money."

"From the results point of view, for a successful family, face and reputation are more important than money. For them, it doesn't matter who they love and who they like. ruined their reputation.”

Hearing this, Jiang Jun finally understood the meaning of "poor" in Zhao Anqing's mouth at first.

She is talking about Yubaiu, because Yubaiu was born in "Rome", the reason why she is so outstanding at a young age is because from the moment she was born, she became a commodity and was packaged until she grew up. As a grown-up, marry that old man who is seven years older than her, and achieve the reputation of their fish family!
Zhao Anqing looked at Jiang Jun, she enjoyed the time alone with Jiang Jun at this moment, and in this small enclosed space, the two were so close to each other that they could even smell each other.

"Mr. Jiang."

"The so-called affair between the prince and Cinderella was at the ball. The reason why Cinderella was able to attend the ball was because of the help of Xiaoniao and Dashu. Otherwise, do you think these two people would have a chance to meet?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Jun's body trembled. This time, not only his face was dark, but his whole body was shrouded in a thick layer of dark fog.

Zhao Anqing suddenly put away her smiling face, and said seriously: "Maybe rich people will also go to bars, but they will definitely not go to such a remote bar, and even if they do, they will not go to the bar."

"Strictly speaking, the encounter between the prince and Cinderella was not an affair. Since the two met, it was all due to the help of the little bird and the big tree; then, Mr. Jiang, what do you think about your 'little bird' and 'big tree'? What is a tree?"

"Mr. Jiang, do you think you..."

"Ms. Zhao." Jiang Jun couldn't listen anymore, he coldly interrupted Zhao Anqing's continuation: "Stop talking."

(End of this chapter)