These big courtyard disciples, usually with their eyes above the top, rely on the merits of their parents and grandparents, cause trouble everywhere, and when something happens, they directly carry their parents out, and often those who are bullied can only swallow their anger because of their power.

Over time, the disciples of the big courtyard became more and more arrogant, not only did they not restrain themselves, but they even became a major scourge in Sijiu City.

In the eyes of ordinary people, although these people are not good people, at least people come out to talk about the rules, what can be done, what can not be done, people have a yardstick in their hearts.

Unlike these big yard disciples, relying on the relationship at home, they are empty-eyed and lawless, often riding bicycles in groups of three or five to have fun, and when they meet beautiful little girls, they will block people in the corners and tease, for this, they are basically frequent visitors to the party office.

But what's the use of this, people make a phone call and release them directly, and later the people from the police station can only turn a blind eye when they see their big courtyard disciples.

In short, over time, these big courtyard disciples have become a big tumor in Sijiu City.

Yi Qiushui is the dream lover of this group of big courtyard disciples, many people are still waiting for her until now, if Yi Qiushui chooses one of their big courtyard disciples, they won't say anything, but she jumped out of this circle and found an ordinary person outside, which makes them unacceptable no matter what.

With so many people coming today, most of them came with the attitude of seeing who Yang Jun was, and even a few people secretly plotted to sabotage this marriage.

In the living room of the villa.

In front of everyone, the big leader decided the marriage between the two of them on behalf of Yi Qiushui's parents and Wang Yuying, and then the big leader asked his wife to discuss the specific details of the wedding with Wang Yuying.

The big leader's surname is Guo, called Guo Caodi, before joining the army, he didn't call this name, since he crossed the grassland, in order to commemorate the hard years, so he changed his name to Guo Caodi. (In the original play, I didn't mention what his big leader was, and I didn't find any information on the Internet, so I made it up myself.) ）

At this time, Jiang Haitao suddenly came from outside in a hurry, muttered a few words in his ear, and then the big leader gave those old guys a look and walked to the study on the second floor.

After several old-timers entered the study, Jiang Haitao personally guarded the door.

Seeing this, Yang Jun knew that the old-timers had important things to discuss, and if what he expected was right, this so-called important matter was related to the batch of grain in the north of the city.

Yang Jun couldn't wait to stay away from this matter, so naturally he wouldn't go up to inquire.

After the old-timers left, Yang Jun was left with a man in the living room, and he didn't want to stay in the women's nest, so he stood up and prepared to go outside to smoke a cigarette.

The big leader's house is quite large, with a garden in front and behind, and the plants in the garden have lost their colors that do not belong to this season, and there is a thick layer of snow piled up in the inaccessible corners.

Yang Jun walked through the garden and towards the gazebo opposite.

As soon as he lit the cigarette, he heard someone behind him call his name.

Yang Jun looked back and saw a girl in her early twenties walking towards him.

The girl was sweet-looking, tall, wearing an army-green cotton suit from the inside out, and even wearing cotton rubber shoes on her feet, Yang Jun couldn't tell whether the girl was a soldier or not, but out of politeness, he still stood up. (The rank has been abolished)

"Hello, comrade, do we know each other?"

The girl stood a short distance in front of him, smiling at him.

Seeing that the girl was standing so close, Yang Jun subconsciously took two steps back and kept an appropriate distance from her.

"Hello, my name is Qian Jiajia, and I often hear Sister Qiushui mention you."

The girl generously introduced herself and took the initiative to shake hands with him.

Yang Jun was polite, stretched out his hand to shake it, and then immediately took it back.

"Qian Jiajia, I have admired my name for a long time."

Qian Jiajia's eyes lit up: "Have you heard of me?" ”

Yang Jun smiled bitterly, just a polite word, why be so serious.

Qian Jiajia seemed to see that they were not the kind of divine friendship between them, and they didn't feel embarrassed, laughed twice, and then sat down on the stool in the gazebo.

"I heard Sister Qiushui say that you have a common hobby, and you must have a deep attainment in classical literature, I don't know ......"

Qian Jiajia didn't finish his words, and was immediately interrupted by Yang Jun.

"I share a common hobby with Qiushui, referring to food, as for classical literature...... Hehe, I don't know anything. ”

Yang Jun was terrified when he heard the words classical literature, could it be that this Qian Jiajia is as obsessed with classical literature as Yi Qiushui?

A Yi Qiushui has already made him anxious, and if there is another Qian Jiajia, he will probably collapse.

Qian Jiajia's eyes widened and she looked at him with a look of disbelief.

Then, she suddenly laughed, the flowers and branches of laughter trembled, and it took a long time before she pointed at Yang Jun and smiled,

"I was almost blindsided by you, do you think that I like classical literature as much as Sister Qiushui?"

Qian Jiajia stood up, patted her clothes with her hand, and said with a smile: "Can't I prove it in this dress?" ”

Qian Jiajia is right, a girl wearing military uniforms all over her body must have a military complex, so it is naturally impossible for her to like classical literature.

Yang Jun was immediately relieved, and patted the frightened little heart with his hand.

Strictly speaking, both the military complex and the love of classical literature belong to mental illness, which is the result of distortion after the development of ideology to a certain extent, and both are a kind of ideological paranoia.

No matter what kind of ideological illness it is, it is a kind of torture for Yang Jun.

There are also two kinds of torture, one is the mental and physical destruction, and the other is the sublimation of the soul.

"I'm from the art troupe, and the people in the courtyard say that you are a big hero, can you go to our troupe and tell us about your heroic deeds?"

Qian Jiajia stopped laughing, then crossed her hands and hung down, and said with a respectful expression.

"I can't." Yang Jun refused decisively without hesitation.

It's too late for obscene development, and you still want him to be in the limelight everywhere?

"Why?"

Qian Jiajia was surprised by Yang Jun's refusal from the bottom of his bones.

I thought that a heroic figure with great achievements would not refuse this opportunity for positive publicity, but he did not expect to be rejected by him without thinking about it.

"Confidential!"

Yang Jun put down this sentence, turned around and left.

He doesn't want to entangle with Qian Jiajia anymore, you can't convince this kind of person with ideological disease, rather than not being able to convince him, it is better to leave in a broken way.

Qian Jiajia watched Yang Jun leave in surprise.

However, she immediately laughed again, the corners of her mouth slightly curled.

"There's something interesting about this man."

The more difficult the man to conquer, the more she can arouse her desire to conquer, she is a warrior by nature, the more frustrated she is, the more courageous she becomes, the more courageous she becomes.