Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 473 Didn’t you go into the sea?
In a cafe near Columbia University, Gu Weijun and Jiang Wanhua sat in a booth, silent for a long time.

Gu Weijun just sat and looked at Jiang Wanhua, his eyes unfocused, recalling that beautiful and innocent college time in his mind.

When I first entered Tsinghua University, I joined the drama club in order to solve crimes. After that, I got to know each other and rehearsed together. After getting to know each other, they became involved in sports and union, as if everything happened yesterday.

It has been 10 years since the two met, but they have been separated for another 66 years since 8. Time flies like water!

I originally thought that even if they met again, it would be at a college reunion event decades later. When the two met, they looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time sighed, the past is like smoke, and the heart is as calm as water.
Even though Gu Weijun was assigned to the Liaison Office of the American Emperor in the United States, he never thought that there would be a chance to meet? Don’t you even have this idea? The area of ​​the United States is no smaller than that of China, and there is no contact information. In this vast sea of ​​​​people, the chance of two people meeting is basically zero.

But I really never expected that Gu Weijun couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. Is fate so wonderful? He came back to his senses and continued to look at Jiang Wanhua sitting opposite.

Time seems to be very fond of her. Jiang Wanhua should be nearly 30 years old, right?

But looking at the exposed skin behind the ears and neck, it is still so white and smooth; although the skirt on her body is plain and simple, it further sets off her fresh and refined temperament like a lotus flower; if you don't know Jiang Wanhua, you may think that Is she in her 20s?
Gu Weijun carefully observed Jiang Wanhua's hands. They were slender and white. There were no decorations on the fingers, except for an Omega watch on his wrist.

"Are you okay?" Gu Weijun's dry voice sounded. He didn't expect to ask such an ordinary and popular question.

Jiang Wanhua kept lowering his head, paused slightly with his hands, and then continued to stir the coffee with a small spoon, "Yeah."

She had the same mixed feelings in her heart. Gu Weijun was more mature and charming than when he was in school! Especially when he is wearing a slim-fitting camel hair blue check suit and a silk shirt. The top of the suit is actually folded into a flower with a red silk handkerchief?

If I hadn't been thinking about it day and night, or if I wasn't emotionally excited, I wouldn't have dared to call out his name, right?
I didn’t expect it was really him! Did God hear the wish I just made?
But what is the relationship between the blonde next to him and him?
Although I majored in architecture and also majored in art, I could tell that the clothes Gu Weijun wore were all high-end and expensive! How could he afford it even if he, a university professor, couldn't afford it?

And the car that the woman just drove was obviously a very expensive car, the same brand as the presidential car here in the United States.

Has Gu Weijun fallen to the point of relying on beauty to obtain money and material things?

Also, now that there are no government-sponsored studies abroad, is it because of the tuition fees for universities in the United States that he went to overseas?

Is that the only reason?
He definitely does not have the nationality of the American emperor, has no way to apply for a student loan, and does not have enough money to continue studying in college without selling his beauty.

As for washing dishes, how is it possible to earn enough for tuition?

Just like the Chinatown where the two met just now, if it weren't for the accumulation of generations of Chinese, there would be no way to support a college student.
Seeing that the scene was a little deserted, Gu Weijun took a long, deep breath to relax himself, squeezed out a smile on his face, and lowered his voice: "This is Columbia University, are you studying here? Or the Department of Architecture?”

When I asked where to go in Chinatown just now, Jiang Wanhua told me this address immediately.

Gu Weijun helped Zhen Qianbao take out her bag from the car, and then drove Jiang Wanhua here. He was silent the whole time.
"Ding" Jiang Wanhua put the small spoon on the coffee tray, making a crisp sound, and smoothed the hair beside his ears, still not looking up, "Well, after I came out, my relatives arranged to continue studying architecture here. I graduated with a Ph.D. and stayed at the school to teach. "It's been two years."

"What about you? When did you go abroad? How could you do that?"

".I am very frugal with my expenses and have saved some money in the past two years."

Although I wonder why Jiang Wanhua mentioned money? But Gu Weijun always took money lightly and didn't think about it. He chuckled twice and started talking about himself, "I went abroad last year. You can't even imagine what kind of job I am doing?"

Jiang Wanhua raised his head slightly, glanced at Gu Weijun, then quickly lowered his head, stroking his hair again unnaturally. I went abroad last year! No wonder. Worried about hurting his self-esteem, he could only say tactfully: "Well, I guessed it, I majored in art, but I never expected that you would follow."

"Friends! Just good friends!" Gu Weijun quickly cut off Jiang Wanhua's words. He did not expect that when he met Jiang Wanhua, Zhen Qianbao would also be there, and the intimacy between the two was even seen by Jiang Wanhua.
But this relationship is difficult to explain. Gu Weijun quickly continued to talk about his experience: "You didn't expect it? I didn't expect it before! I would be assigned this job after graduation? I always thought I would be a technical worker in the future. Alas, things are unpredictable.”

Jiang Wanhua was stunned and looked at Gu Weijun in disbelief, "Ah? You were arranged. Is the country already in such chaos now?"

Although Gu Weijun was very surprised about Jiang Wanhua's problem, he didn't take it seriously. He talked about the situation in the country, "Huh? The country has long stopped being chaotic. It was only in the first two years that the society was a little chaotic. You came out at the right time."

"Actually, it's mainly because of the police officer Xie from before. He wanted to hold his thigh, and then you know: Chen, Kang, Jiang, Wang, and Yao. It was these people who messed up the matter, otherwise it wouldn't be so chaotic."

"Furthermore, when we were in the ivory tower before, we didn't see some things clearly. Now think about it, in fact, many domestic things also need to be prevented and restricted. Otherwise," Gu Weijun nodded on the table, "Capitalism Penetration is still very strong. If you look at the current social situation of American imperialism, even a world-class metropolis like New York has slums."

Jiang Wanhua swallowed and looked directly at Gu Weijun, his tone full of surprise: "Weijun, you have been sent to do this kind of thing, why do you still care about the country?"

Gu Weijun was stunned. Why did he feel that Jiang Wanhua had misunderstood something? He answered with a hint of surprise: "As a diplomat, I was assigned to the Liaison Office in the United States. Isn't it normal?"

"Just because I served as a diplomat and saw clearly the social status quo of American imperialism, I said that there were some things that we couldn't see clearly in school before. Do we understand why we need to carry out social reform?"

"Ah" Jiang Wanhua suddenly panicked, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she had nowhere to put her hands: "I thought you were..."

"What do you think I am?"

"Ah! Nothing!"

(End of this chapter)