Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Jing Yulan watched Yang Rui earnestly cook the noodles, and couldn't help but feel much calmer.

"Try it." Yang Rui put the noodles into two porcelain basins, put them on the table, and handed Jing Yulan a chopstick.

Jing Yulan picked up the chopsticks with some embarrassment, picked up two noodles, hesitated for a moment, and put them gently into her mouth.

Yang Rui smiled and started eating without saying anything.

Some ferocious eating movements made Jing Yulan a little amused, but her mood also improved, and the embarrassment she felt just now disappeared.

Yang Rui cleaned up the noodles, drank the soup, patted his belly, sat comfortably on the sofa, found two pears, washed them, ate one for himself, and passed one to Jing Yulan.

Jing Yulan shook her head: "I'm full."

She took the bowl into the kitchen, turned on the tap and started washing.

Yang Rui didn't rush to wash the dishes, but wiped the table tacitly, turned on the TV, thought for a while, then opened the glass cabinet next to the TV cabinet, and shouted: "Let's watch a movie together. Do you have any videotapes that you haven't watched? "

"I didn't even look at the one on the right." Jing Yulan bent over and turned around, revealing a beautiful curve.

Yang Rui raised his eyelids, he didn't have the nerve to look more, and turned his gaze back to the glass cabinet, only to see that there were more than a dozen video tapes on the right.

"Are all the videotapes you bought? So many?"

"I exchanged the videotapes I've watched with others. I exchange one for another, just add a few dollars. I just exchanged it with someone after the Spring Festival, and I basically didn't watch it." Jing Yulan poked her head out of the kitchen Come, the hair falls, straight and black.

Yang Rui smiled at her, turned around and found a videotape of "Bonnie and Clyde", inserted it into the machine, adjusted it, changed his posture, and sat down.

There is no remote control for TVs and videos nowadays, so most of the time you have to obediently watch them in order.

After a while, Jing Yulan washed her hands and sat down on the sofa.

"The films of male and female thieves seem to be somewhat famous." Yang Rui smiled next to Jing Yulan, "You guys have good eyesight."

"It's all picked by others. Video tapes are so valuable now, and bad ones are erased."

"It feels almost like renting,

However, what is better than renting is that if the video tape is good, you can keep it, and there is no limit on when to change it? "

"That's it."

"However..." Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "The ones who can change these videotapes often are the second-generation officials like you."

Jing Yulan pouted immediately: "What do you call me a second-generation official?"

"Your father is a high-ranking official, and you are the second-generation official." Yang Rui smiled and said, "The current videotapes cost hundreds of dollars a set. There should not be many people who can exchange them."

In the 85 years after the rise in prices, one hundred yuan was equivalent to half a month's wages of the working class.

Jing Yulan was very dissatisfied and said: "If you say that, you are also the second generation of officials."

"It's as sweet as sugar." Yang Rui's performance was completely different from the students of the same generation.

Jing Yulan stared at Yang Rui with wide eyes, and said, "This is not a good evaluation, nor is it a good reputation."

"It's not that bad." Yang Rui said: "Look at the current United States, it doesn't matter whether it's the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich people. Some people put up this banner instead."

"China is different from the United States." Jing Yulan works in the school and usually receives ideological education.

Yang Rui moved cross-legged to the sofa, relaxed and said, "Maybe the United States is very similar to China?"

"What's the meaning?"

"In my opinion, the United States in the 1960s is very similar to China today, with prominent social contradictions and divided social classes. Even American college students in the 1960s are very similar to Chinese college students in the 1980s. They are standard elites. Republicans who despise money and despise tax cuts." Yang Rui paused, looked at Jing Yulan, and said, "What's more interesting is that when American college students grew up in the past 60 years, now, these step-in The pillars of society in the golden age of life, after becoming the leaders in politics, business and academia, they suddenly became their own parents..."

Jing Yulan listened very seriously, and said, "You seem to know America very well."

"Scholars know the world's affairs without going out." Yang Rui smiled.

"When you say social class in America in the 1960s, do you mean black and white?"

"A large part of it is."

"You said that the divided classes are the same as in China?"

"China's urban-rural divide is not much weaker than the black-white divide in the United States. The personal confinement of household registration is powerful, and it may sound better than racial discrimination..."

The way Yang Rui spoke made Jing Yulan unconsciously think of her father talking about politics.

She involuntarily approached some of Yang Rui. Talking about politics is a characteristic of people in the 1980s. Everyone likes and is willing to talk about politics. However, it is still not easy to talk well and come up with new ideas.

And boys who can do this are also very popular.

Yang Rui smiled softly, chatting with Jing Yulan while watching a movie.

Unknowingly, the two got together.

The movie is not very tense, but in the last scene, the hero and heroine are set up and shot to death indiscriminately.

From the setting up part, Jing Yulan hugged Yang Rui's arm tightly.

Yang Rui grinned with some enjoyment.

The movie ends quickly, but it can't be called a tragedy. After all, the male and female thieves kill and rob goods. They are not good people in the traditional sense.

However, Jing Yulan was obviously still a little uncomfortable, so she hugged Yang Rui's arm even tighter.

"Drink a glass of water." Yang Rui was in pain from being strangled.

Only then did Jing Yulan feel something strange in her chest, she quickly let go of Yang Rui, drank half a glass of water, got up and said, "I should go back, it's getting late."

"It's better to stay here when it's late." Yang Rui's words came out, and he was startled.