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Chapter 20 The Cute Old Man
After leaving the Zhou family, Aunt Qiao sighed to her daughter Qiao Chunyan, "Chunyan, Zhou Bingkun is becoming more and more promising!
His father Zhou Zhiqiang is the best among our Guangzi films!
Now Zhou Bingkun too!
The father is a hero, and the son is a hero! "

Aunt Qiao sighed, but received no response from her daughter Qiao Chunyan. She turned to look at Qiao Chunyan beside her with some confusion, "What's wrong? Chunyan!"

"Oh! It's okay! I'm thinking about something!" Qiao Chunyan, who woke up in shock, said with a forced smile.

"Chunyan, even though you and Bingkun can't be husband and wife, you can still be good friends!
Look at how he treats Sun Ganchao, he's so kind!

"Okay! I understand!" Qiao Chunyan responded helplessly after hearing her mother's words.

"Chunyan, don't take it lightly!

I think you and Cao Debao are both idiots!

Not at all clever!"

"Mom, let me tell you the truth!
I don’t like getting too close to Zhou Bingkun now!”

"What's wrong? Are you afraid that Cao Debao will get jealous?"

"That's not the case! It's just that I noticed Zhou Bingkun looked at me in a very strange way!"

"Strange?"

“I really can’t describe the feeling!
feeling bad!
Just like an adult looking at a child!
There is also a feeling of being treated as a fool!

Anyway, seeing his eyes, I feel uncomfortable all over!"

"Ah? Chunyan, you're just being overly suspicious!"

In fact, seeing Zhou Bingkun's eyes, it was not only Qiao Chunyan who felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Bingyi, who was far away at Peking University in Beijing, had the same feeling every time he saw his younger brother Zhou Bingkun.

Zhou Bingyi always thought that he was a child of destiny and the best one in the Zhou family. How could he tolerate Zhou Bingkun looking at him as a fool? So Zhou Bingyi always hated Zhou Bingkun.

College students are the group that pays the most attention to politics. Zhou Bingyi's favorite newspaper is the National Daily. When he saw the article "The Rise of a Great Power" published in its supplement, Zhou Bingyi showed an interested expression.

As time passed, Zhou Bingyi became more and more shocked, and he sighed in his heart that the author's historical knowledge was so amazing, and it must be the masterpiece of a history professor at Peking University.

Zhou Bingyi looked at the author's signature, but his eyes widened in horror, staring at the three words "Zhou Bingkun" in disbelief.

I couldn't help but think of a piece of gossip that was circulating on the Peking University campus some time ago. A sophomore history student from Northeast Normal University submitted an article to the National Daily, and it was directly sent to the internal reference journal.

When Zhou Bingyi saw the three familiar words again in the National Daily today, he could only associate them together and then showed a look of surprise.

What on earth is happening in this world?

In 1969, I went to the Construction Corps as an educated youth. In the past ten years, what kind of experiences and efforts did my younger brother Zhou Bingkun have to grow from an ignorant boy to where he is today?!

Jiangliao, Jichun, Zhoujia.

Late at night, Zheng Juan lay in Zhou Bingkun's arms. "Bingkun, are you really planning to build a two-story house?"

"Yeah! That's a two-story Chinese courtyard house. How could you make it sound so vulgar?"

"Tsk, it's all the same!
What Chinese courtyard house? It’s still a two-story house!

"Okay! Okay! My Juan'er expressed it most accurately!" Zhou Bingkun accepted Zheng Juan's statement helplessly.

“But, how much will it cost?
If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have built a new house for Guangming!" Zheng Juan said regretfully.

"That little money is not enough for us to build a house!

It’s better to cover the light first!” Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.

"As for the money, don't worry about it!
All you have to do is take care of the kids and mom at home!

Now the third child is about to be born! I really hope that our daughter can live in the new house as soon as she is born! "

The next day, since he had no classes in the afternoon, Zhou Bingkun was about to ride his bicycle home as soon as the morning class ended. As he walked to the front of the teaching building, he saw two familiar figures. "Mr. Zhou, Auntie, why are you here?"

Seeing Zhou Bingkun in front of him, Mr. Zhou suddenly tilted his head 45 degrees and looked away arrogantly. The aunt beside him saw Mr. Zhou's behavior and shook her head helplessly, then explained with a smile, "This is the thing you left at our house last time. I brought it to you specially this time!"

He felt that the storybook he left behind had become much thicker, and then he felt a little confused. Seeing Zhou Bingkun's puzzled expression, the aunt smiled and explained, "My old Zhou has drawn it for you!

I drew two copies in total, one with just the pictures, and the other with your story annotated on the illustrations, just like a comic strip!

After hearing the aunt's explanation, Zhou Bingkun showed an ecstatic expression while flipping through the books, "Mr. Zhou, your painting skills are amazing!

It's really great!

Your paintings bring my stories to life!"

"Huh! You guys who study history are really good!

Not only is the historical story well written, but the flattery is also very skillful!

I feel so relaxed after hearing this!" Hearing Zhou Bingkun's praise, Old Zhou said with a sneer.

"Old Zhou, you sound so rude!
Even though he's comfortable, he can't even say a few nice words!" Zhou's wife complained.

Zhou Bingkun has always been very patient with the masters who are really capable. Suddenly he found that the old Zhou in front of him was very cute. What a lovely old man!

"Mr. Zhou, thank you so much!
You helped me a lot this time!
Since both elders are here, let’s go to our school cafeteria and I’ll treat you to a meal!”

"Humph! No need to eat!
Now that you have completed your commission, don't spend any money!

We're going home!" Mr. Zhou said proudly.

"Mr. Zhou, listen to me!

I can’t afford to stay at the state-owned restaurants outside!

But there’s nothing wrong with the stir-fries in the school cafeteria!
This is also an opportunity for me to thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your help!"

"This..." Hearing Zhou Bingkun say this, Mr. Zhou hesitated. After all, Zhou Bingkun in front of him was also a capable man, and a certain range of contact was also necessary.

Seeing her husband's hesitation, the aunt smiled and persuaded him, "Since Bingkun wants to thank you, please give him some face!"

"Okay this or that!"

Seeing that Mr. Zhou and his partner had agreed, Zhou Bingkun quickly brought them to the school cafeteria. "Chef, can you make us a small meal of four dishes and one soup?"

The canteen chef looked at Zhou Bingkun in front of him with doubt, and said casually, "Okay!"

"For meat dishes, let's have sweet and sour pork and braised pork!
The other two vegetarian dishes and soup are up to you!

We have elderly people here, so please cook the meat until it's tender!" Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.

Soon, the four dishes and one soup that Zhou Bingkun ordered were served. After the chef from the cafeteria left, Zhou Bingkun smiled and explained in a low voice, "Please forgive me, elders!

The school cafeteria is very poor, and these are the only dishes we can offer!"

"Haha, Bingkun! That's already good!
Very rich!

Four dishes and one soup, an old cadre goes to the countryside! " Auntie said with a satisfied smile when she heard Zhou Bingkun's polite words.

Seeing the braised pork and sweet and sour pork on the table, Mr. Zhou beside him also showed a rare satisfied smile.

It seems that Zhou Bingkun in front of him is not only young and knowledgeable, but also a good person.

(End of this chapter)