On Sunday, when the theatrical performance in the Workers' Cultural Palace ended, the "beautiful girl" and Wang Zhisong walked out with the flow of people.

"Ah, how beautiful the moonlight is tonight! I really don't want to squeeze the bus and go with me, okay?" she asked with a smile, and cast an intimate, loving glance at him. He nodded in agreement. She walked slowly on the sidewalk side by side with him, and she snuggled up to him generously and naturally. Although it was only the second time they met, she seemed to be familiar with him, rolled her eyelashes and glanced at him, and asked, "There must not be many young teaching assistants like you in your university, right?"

"University?" he replied in a strange and muttered "I, I'm not ......" She gave a short, slight "oh" and stopped, staring at the expression on his face, and suddenly smiled: "Come on, you are so modest! You were obviously wearing the university badge that day!" He was embarrassed by her misunderstanding, and explained seriously: "No, no, that day, I was wearing my brother's clothes......"

"But at that time, I obviously heard someone call you 'teaching assistant'!"

"No, no, that's their nickname for me! My friends always made fun of me for being too polite, so they gave me that nickname. The gentle and graceful smile on her face froze suddenly.

He sighed with emotion: "A few years ago, because my father was an old cadre, he was beaten into a 'capitalist roader' because he was an old cadre, and under the cruel persecution, I didn't even have the qualifications to go to college, how could I be a teaching assistant!"

When she heard this, the muscles on her face immediately returned to the sensitive response to the nerve signals in her brain, and a smile resurfaced. She asked in a very caring and enthusiastic tone: "So, ...... your father now"

He smiled at her gratefully: "The organization arranged for him to recuperate for a period of time in the Gaogan Sanatorium, and now he has resumed his work." ”

"Gao Gan Sanatorium?" she repeated softly, as if she was a little unconvinced, but the frank and honest expression on his face dispelled her doubts.

So, she and he walked slowly forward again.

As if she had just remembered, she took out a book wrapped in a book jacket from her handbag and handed it to him: "I'm currently tutoring in math, and I have a difficult problem, can you solve it for me?"

"Try it!" he replied honestly, "if I don't understand, I can ask someone else for you." He said that he wanted to open the book.

"Why are you so anxious?" she stopped him with a smirk, "you can't stand on the road and explain math to me!

They walked into a restaurant, and she invited him to dinner. They argued for a while over who to pay, and at last the honest lad finally gave in to the enthusiastic "beautiful girl". When she sat down, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten an important sentence, and immediately asked in a casual manner: "You haven't told me which unit you work in!"

He was about to answer, when suddenly, the young man heard his name called! The old waiter was not tall, slightly fat, and had a layer of oily sweat on his face. A towel over his shoulder. Holding a tray in his hand, there are rice bowls and dishes on top of each other. The young man blushed and called out to the old waiter: "Dad!" and pointed to the "beautiful girl" beside him crampedly, "This is Xiao Xu......" The father who was a waiter looked at her and nodded and said, "This is the chicken noodles you want!" and quickly placed two large bowls of chicken noodles in front of them. The "beautiful girl" froze for a moment. She looked at the young man, then at the old waiter, and suddenly said coldly, "Oh, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I'm really sorry!" The young man who was left behind looked at the two large bowls full of steaming chicken noodles, and didn't know what to do for a while......