A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

When Fu Jingyou sent Lu Miao to school again, Lu Miao just opened the door and got out of the car when he was stopped by an alumnus from the same school:
"Student Lu, would you like to go together?"

Lu Miao took a glance.

It’s Meng Yao from the French Department of the School of Foreign Languages.

"Slow down on the road."

"Ah."

Fu Jingyou raised the corners of his lips gently: "I know, go ahead."

Lu Miao nodded, slung his handbag over his shoulder, closed the car door, and quickly walked towards Meng Yao.

"Let's go."

"Hey……"

The black car turned around and drove farther and farther away. Meng Yao withdrew her gaze and walked towards the campus with Lu Miao.

"Has there been any change in your job?"

"Ok?"

"I remember the car that took you to school before wasn't this one?"

At present, vehicles such as cars are not something that anyone can buy if they have money.

If the car is suddenly changed, it can only be a job transfer.

Lu Miao was slightly stunned, and it only took him a moment to react. It was not surprising that she asked this.

"That's it."

Her eyes are curved and as bright as a crescent moon.

Meng Yao is probably considered to have high emotional intelligence.

From the vague way she spoke, I knew she didn't mean to go into details, so I didn't ask any more questions.

"Your clothes are so unique, and the pants are so tight, which is rare. Which department store did you buy them from?"

Meng Yao changed the subject and asked about Lu Miao's dressing style:
"Or did you hire someone to do it yourself?"

The temperature difference between morning and evening in early April in the north is so big that you will still feel cold even when sitting in the classroom.

So Lu Miao was wearing quite thick clothes.

The upper body is a black wool coat that covers the calf, and is paired with a white cashmere sweater.

The cashmere sweater was crocheted by myself, and the coat was brought back by the child’s father from the south.

The pants Meng Yao was asking about were leggings.

It was also brought back from the south.

The leggings are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and they have a good body-slimming effect. Lu Miao can barely wear them as leggings.

Speaking of which, there was a misunderstanding before.

When Lu Miao first brought the leggings home, he was really surprised to see them because he had worn all kinds of baggy pants.

But when I tried it on, the waist was straight, the hips were straight, and even the thigh curves were smooth and obvious.

Fu Jingyou blushed as he watched from the side, and made a fuss to stop her from wearing it outside.

The only reason she could wear it now was after Fu Jingyou begged and promised many times that she would only match it with long clothes that could cover her curves, and only then did he reluctantly agree.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Fu Jingyou opposed it.

In the past two years, although people have gradually relaxed their dressing style, the framework of the times is still there.

Few people still dare to wear clothes that are too tight or fit the body.

The wearer's feeling of shame and embarrassment is one.

The inquiring gaze of the bystanders is another.

Fu Jingyou has always known what his wife is like.

He never hid her beauty and charm, but admiring her and being taken advantage of were two different things.

Fortunately, he was easy to persuade and coax, and Lu Miao himself was a man who knew his limits.

"..."

Coming back to his senses, Lu Miao smiled and said:

"A friend's relative brought it back from Hong Kong."

Woolen coats are okay, but things like leggings are rare in the north.

Lu Miao couldn't reveal his origins directly, so he could only make up a lie to cover it up.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yao was startled and blurted out:
"Hong Kong?! Aren't those the capitalists who fled there many years ago?"

capitalist……

Lu Miao paused for a moment, and did not delve too deeply into the matter. He just said rationally:
"Capital is an old term. Weren't there new regulations and policies issued some time ago? Now it is legally allowed to exist."

"Uh...that's right." Meng Yao smiled dryly, but he actually had a different opinion in his heart.

After all, she was young, and her thoughts were basically written on her face, and Lu Miao could see it at a glance.

At this stage, there are many people who have similar ideas as Meng Yao.

For example, those people who evict street vendors.

For example, Yang Yun has always shown that she looks down on Fu Jingyou.

But no matter how much resistance or disgust those people have.

No matter how much you look down on it, it will be of no use.

The times are changing and progressing.

The rise of merchants and capital is the major trend that dominates and drives the social economy.

At least for now, and for a long time to come, the country needs them.

Having different opinions means having no communication skills.

The more they talked, the more things became. Fortunately, they had already arrived at the Foreign Languages ​​College. Lu Miao waved and stepped onto the stairs:

"See you next time."

"Hey, see you next time..."

Meng Yao also waved.

……

It is cold and windy in early spring, and the classroom doors are usually closed.

Lu Miao went upstairs and pushed the door open to enter the classroom. When her classmates saw her, they all greeted her in a lively manner:

"Morning, Lu Miao."

"morning."

"You're here just in time. I've been staring at this grammar formula for a while, but I always feel it's weird when I try to put it into sentences. Can you help me take a look?"

"it is good."

Lu Miao hung her handbag on the side of the table and took the notebook handed to her by her classmate in a friendly manner.

She glanced at him twice and tilted her head to explain to her classmates.

The female students who entered the classroom later noticed her beauty:

"Wow, Lu Miao! How did you braid your hair? So many puffy braids? And this hairband of yours, is it new?"

"It's not difficult to braid this hair. If you want to learn, I'll teach you when I have time..."

Lu Miao lifted the side braid that was obediently placed on her shoulder and replied with a smile:
"The hair tie is indeed a new product that has been recently developed. It should be available soon. If you like it, I will let you know as soon as I make it."

The hairband she used to tie her hair this time was decorated with a small crocheted lily of the valley flower.

There are three or two small white flowers with a few green leaves, and the stamens are made up of small pearls.

The style is novel and looks fresh and exquisite from any angle.

In the past, when girls bought hairbands, they would at most choose those with a fancy-colored fabric.

There are many people who like some of the ones that blatantly have jewellery or flowers on them, but not many people really dare to buy them.

Now that the country has opened up its economic policies, there are many more peddlers and vendors on the streets.

Even if there are resistances, only a part of them can be expelled.

There are more and more new things on the market, and people's aesthetic taste is also improving imperceptibly.

Campus intellectuals who have received higher education have the strongest ability to accept ideas.

As soon as Lu Miao released the news, a girl in the class immediately responded:

"Okay, this little flower is really unique! Hey ~ Lu Miao, you have to tell me in advance, I want a pair!"

"I want a pair too!"

"Then I want one too~"

"okay."

Lu Miao smiled gently and nodded in agreement.

But then again, she also felt a little emotional.

Who would have thought that she, who couldn't even braid a three-strand pigtail in the past, would now be asked by people saying she wanted to learn how to braid hair?

After all, it all has to be thanks to the little girl at home.

Exquisite and cute like a doll, with pretty clothes, nice hairstyle, delicious food and drinks, etc.

She wanted to give it to her.

Unconsciously, I have mastered so many skills... (End of this chapter)