NOVPUBHan Qingsong read through the file. After a long time, he came out of the room and called out, “Zhang Heilu!”
“Here!” Zhang Heilu, who was sleeping outside, immediately got up.
“Is there anything unusual about Fan Yikun and Qin Zaixiang?” Han Qingsong asked.
Zhang Heilu thought for a while, “Teacher Fan goes to work everyday. He reads books, borrows newspapers to read, reads to everyone and tells stories, so there really isn’t anything special about that. That slutty bitch however…”
“Speak properly!” Han Qingsong said.
Zhang Heilu chuckled, “She’s stunning! She’s an educated girl and the daughter of capitalist roaders, but she’s different from us. Even if she doesn’t have her hair permed and her hair cut short while wearing a coarse gown everyday, she still acts coquettishly and makes a fuss all day long. “
Han Qingsong glared at him.
Zhang Heilu, “All in all, she’s just very picky yet good-looking. Very picky.”
Luo Haicheng, “Stop lying, I came here 50 times if not 100, so why haven’t I seen anyone who is particularly good-looking?”
Zhang Heilu, hehe, do you think that she is for your eyes to admire?
Han Qingsong said he was going to visit Teacher Fan and asked Zhang Heilu to lead the way.
Because of his special status, Teacher Fan lived in a single room by himself and did not sleep in a bunk bed like Han Qinghua and others.
At this time, farm work mainly consisted of weeding and dredging canals. The workers in the labour camp were much busier than the commune members.
Zhang Heilu went to call Teacher Fan back who was weeding the farmland.
Han Qingsong was waiting under the big sycamore tree in front of the dormitory. Not long after, he saw Zhang Heilu leading a middle-aged man over.
Principal Fan seemed to be in his 50s with a slight limp in his right leg. He wore a white-washed Chinese tunic suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, donned with a mop of white hair. He had an elegant appearance and a calm temperament that carried a unique bookish aura that scholars would typically have.
Han Qingsong’s eyes fell on the centre of his eyebrows, where there were deep lines of wrinkles prominent, making his originally calm eyes look a little out of place.
“Director Han,” Fan Yikun greeted Han Qingsong. It was neither humble nor overbearing and his voice did not fluctuate much.
Han Qingsong shook hands with him and said, “Teacher Fan, I have long heard of you.” 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Fan Yikun laughed and said, “Director Han, you jest.”
Han Qingsong asked him to sit down, “No, my younger brother Han Qinghua received Teacher Fan’s teachings and for that, I am very grateful.”
Fan Yikun nodded, “Speaking of this, your brother is actually a smart person, but he was too spoiled since childhood and was not really corrected in time. If you are willing to put in the effort, you can still lead him back to the right path.”
After chatting about Han Qinghua for a while, Fan Yikun looked at Han Qingsong and asked, “Director Han, do you still have any questions?”
