"Then...Okay, uncle, I'm going home, goodbye!" Xia Hongjun said that he was about to leave after riding a bicycle, but was grabbed by Yang Jianshe.

"Wait, Xiaojun, what kind of dance was you dancing today? Can you teach us?"

You asked me to take the blame and still want me to teach you?

Think beautifully!

"I don't have time, I still have to study hard and prepare for the college entrance exam. Goodbye, my uncle!..." Xia Hongjun replied, riding his bicycle and staggering forward.

Looking at Xia Hongjun's back as he walked away, the girl who had not spoken had put her hands in her pocket and then walked up: "Chuan, your little nephew has a personality."

"That's not nonsense? Look at whose nephew he is?" Yang Jianshe looked proud: "Don't worry, I will let him teach us that kind of dance!"

Xia Hongjun no longer wandered around and went home honestly.

According to memory, he rode his bike into the Fengtai Cotton Weaving Factory Family Area on the east side of the county town, passed through the tube building that was common in the 1970s, followed by several rows of old bungalows, and finally reached the bottom of a three-story building.

Xia Hongjun went up to the third floor, took out the key and opened the mottled green door, and heard the voice of a middle-aged woman: "Xiaojun, is it from school?"

"Um….."

Xia Hongjun walked into the living room and looked around habitually.

The two-bedroom and one-living room has a very small furnishing and simple living room. There is not even a TV. There is an old radio on the high-legged table. The most eye-catching one is a great figure hanging on the middle wall and a white porcelain sculpture of a great man placed on the stand cabinet, full of the atmosphere of this era.

At this time, a middle-aged woman with short hair tight ears walked out of the kitchen with an apron.

Mom, Yang Jianlian.

"Come on, have a meal, today you like your favorite white rice, refried pork!" Yang Jianlian smiled and brought the rice from the kitchen.

"Where is my dad..." Xia Hongjun thought about it and asked.

I am already in this identity, and I must have filial piety and politeness.

"Your dad... don't worry about him, the factory holds a meeting!" Yang Jianlian couldn't help but start scolding her husband again when she heard her son's question: "A small factory in a street, the efficiency is not very good, and she often likes to hold meetings... He, as the deputy factory director, is not as good as the employee of me, a grain station." Finally, Yang Jianlian's face showed a hint of pride.

Xia Hongjun's father Xia Mingshan is the deputy director of Fengtai Cotton Weaving Factory, but Fengtai is just a collective enterprise under the street office and cannot be compared with the county cotton weaving factory. His mother Yang Jianlian works at Chengguan Grain Station.

These days, grain stations are popular. The grain of urban residents must be supplied with household registration grain and oil.

Therefore, although the family situation is not as good as those who are officials, it is not bad.

In the words of Xia Hongjun now, it’s okay... the beginning is not hell mode, at least you don’t have to worry about three meals a day for the time being.

When Yang Jianlian saw Xia Hongjun being in a daze, she thought he didn't like to listen to his nagging, so she changed the topic and asked with concern. "Xiaojun, are you tired of studying? Didn't the teacher criticize you?"

"How could it be..." Xia Hongjun laughed: "Mom, you know I'm a very obedient person."

This is also...

Yang Jianlian nodded, she had two children, and her daughter was married, and now she was the only son left.

She had no high demands and did not expect him to get into a good university. As long as Ping Ping Anan graduated from high school, she could find a way to find him a job…”

In fact, she didn't know that her son had already caused a big disaster.

Conference room of Xiping No. 1 Middle School.

A senior year class teacher meeting is underway, and the atmosphere seems a bit tense.

Although it was already six o'clock now, the meeting was not over. Several teachers had different expressions, but they were silent. Only the director Mei Chunhua waved a newspaper with her hand, and her sharp voice echoed in the office:

"Look at it... The People's Daily has just published an article by a special commentator, "Building Spiritual Civilization and Opposing Spiritual Pollution", which specifically pointed out that young people must not be poisoned by the decadent bourgeois thoughts!"

"Yesterday, Principal Zhang personally arranged everyone to study, but this afternoon, the students in the school actually wrote love poems on the school blackboard newspaper in broad daylight. After school, they were with a group of hooligans and gangsters and danced to the disco!"

"Comrades, a bullet can only hit one enemy, but an unhealthy poem and an unhealthy dance will hit a group of people! What will happen like this? It is worth our deep thought..."

At the end, Mei Chunhua looked heartbroken.

Sitting in the upper seat, Principal Zhang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Mei Li's words.

Is this a bit exaggerated?

If the Education Bureau knows, then wouldn’t I, the principal, be incompetent in disciplined students?

So he coughed gently and interrupted Mei Chunhua's generous speech: "Then, Director Mei, what do you think should be done?"

"Xia Hongjun violated Article 7 of the "Code of Middle School Students" and is of serious nature and should be punished with demerit!"

As soon as Mei Chunhua's words came out, the audience was shocked.

Demerits!

What does this mean for a student who is facing the college entrance examination in his third year of high school?

The punishment must be included in the student file. At that time, the college entrance examination admission will be approved. Which university is willing to ask a student who has the punishment on his back?

This era of students’ political review is very strict!

Isn't this a death sentence for the student in advance...

The other class teachers, who had nothing to do with them, also showed a look of sympathy on their faces.

Liu Aiyun was even more anxious. Xia Hongjun was a student in her class!

She originally didn't want to defend her students. She was young. As the saying goes, people are slight, and if they are wrong, they are wrong. Criticism and education are all right, but punishment...

Too much!

So she stood up and looked at Mei Chunhua: "Director Mei, I think your handling is a bit heavy. Although Xia Hongjun made a mistake today, he always performed well in class..."

"Always good?" Mei Chunhua interrupted Liu Aiyun's words without mercy: "I heard that today he was sleeping in class, pretending to be crazy and stupid, and you even asked him to stand outside the classroom... Is this what you said to perform well?"

this…..

Liu Aiyun had no words at all. She was a little afraid of this old woman, and she didn't know what to say now.

"Teachers, you must recognize the essence of this problem! We must respond to the call of the country and fight firmly against the decadent bourgeois thoughts! We must mercilessly fight against all spiritual pollution such as boys having long hair, dancing disco, and singing unhealthy songs!"
Chapter completed!