Jun quietly looked at everyone's happy posture...

What will be true tomorrow?

Chapter 3: Imagination

Chapter 3: Imagination

It was already very late when Zhang Jun returned home. His home was on the second floor of the community. The corridor was very clean. He quietly opened the door. His parents had already fallen asleep. He tiptoed and walked into his house gently. The furnishings in the house were very simple, with a single bed, a desk and a bookcase. The desk contained the pen, ink, paper, ink, paper and inkstone and a desk lamp he usually used. The bookcase was filled with all kinds of books. The walls around were smooth and white, without any decorations. The aluminum profile windows on the north were wiped without any dust. Although Zhang Jun was a college student, he had the same addiction to reading that scholars had. The recession in the unit made him depressed. Fortunately, he had a book company.

Zhang Jun loves reading and has been fond of calligraphy since he was a child. He also likes to copy calligraphy when he is free.

Recently, he has been focusing on stocks. He lies on the bed and turns on the desk lamp. He picked up a stock book he bought a few days ago and read it. The content on the book is very rich and he needs to learn and digest it slowly.

I felt a little headache as I looked, so I fell asleep.

At some point, a rapid knock on the door woke Zhang Jun from his sleep. He quickly got up and ran to open the door. Standing at the door was a tall and graceful girl, a pink cashmere coat wrapped in her beautiful body. Her talking eyes seemed to say not to invite me in? Zhang Jun recognized it as Yang Jiahui and hurriedly let her into his hut.

There are heating buildings in the north. It is cold outside, but the room is as warm as spring. It is not very cold now in mid-March, and the room looks even warmer. Yang Jiahui took off her coat and put it on the head of the bed. There is a tight black sweater inside, making her look even more charming! She saw a book called "Gold" on the bed, and flipped through it and said, "Are you reading this?" Zhang Jun nodded and said, "Yes, it's just too difficult to understand!" Yang Jiahui said in a sweet voice, "I'll teach you!"

Zhang Jun hugged Yang Jiahui and sat by the bed. Their heads were very close, and their breaths blended together. Their hearts seemed to be connected. Zhang Jun gently touched Yang Jiahui's long black hair with his hands, and then moved his nose to smell it. A faint fragrance made Zhang Jun intoxicated. Zhang Jun thought to himself that women were made of water because they were transparent and pure, like a clear spring water, sweet and intoxicated.

Yang Jiahui was quietly flipping through the book and suddenly giggled and said, "I said you are a new stock investor!" Zhang Jun blushed and looked embarrassed and asked, "Is this book too simple?"

"Yeah, it's the basic book," Yang Jiahui replied.

"I'm too stupid and haven't learned the basics." Zhang Jun murmured.

"There are all processes, it's right to start from the basics!" Yang Jiahui giggled after saying that.

The two of them sat on the bed for a long time. Yang Jiahui just looked at Zhang Jun and giggled without saying anything. After a long time, Yang Jiahui stood up and walked to the desk. When she saw the pen and ink on it, she picked up a brush and wrote randomly on a piece of rough paper on it. Zhang Jun followed her. Seeing that Yang Jiahui couldn't read it, she stretched out her hand, grabbed Yang Jiahui's jade hand, and slowly put it on.

Their hearts got closer. After a while, Yang Jiahui said in a sweet voice, "Brother, I'll grind it for you and write a few for me to see."

Zhang Jun suddenly felt energetic. The post was Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", and the brush was very obedient in Zhang Jun's hands.

In the ninth year of Yonghe, in Guichou, he met at Lanting on Kuaiji Mountain to prepare for the commemorative affairs. After all the wise men arrived, they gathered here, and there were high mountains and steep mountains and lush forests to build bamboo...

After a beautiful text was written, Yang Jiahui happily clapped her hands and said, "It looks so good!" Looking back at Zhang Jun, she was still stunned, and suddenly stepped forward and kissed Zhang Jun hard on the cheek.

A sense of happiness surged into Zhang Jun's heart. Just as he was about to make an attempt, a shout downstairs broke his intention. It turned out that someone was calling his name downstairs. Zhang Jun hurriedly opened the window and looked down. It turned out that Wang Junlai and Fang Xia were standing downstairs. Zhang Jun reached out to signal them to go upstairs. When he closed the window and turned around to pull Yang Jiahui, he found that Yang Jiahui was gone.

Zhang Jun felt puzzled and suddenly felt a heavy blow on his body. It was his mother calling him to get up.

Zhang Jun opened his eyes and it turned out to be Nan Ke Yimeng...

Zhang Jun's father is an engineer in a company and his mother is an employee of a bank.

The parents are just one child, and Zhang Jun can be said to have grown up in a honeypot.

At 7:30, my parents had breakfast and hurriedly prepared to go to work. When my mother left, she told Zhang Jun that "the food was in the pot and I could eat it myself."

"I understand." Zhang Jun answered lazily.

Zhang Jun sat quietly on the bed, his head was still a little swollen. Maybe he had drunk too much yesterday. You should know that he rarely drank. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he lay half lying on the bed, gently squeezing the bridge of his nose with his fingers, closing his eyes to take good care of his spirits. However, when he found that when he closed his eyes, when Yang Jiahui appeared, Yang Jiahui always looked at him happily and stared at him, which made the young boy who was just 25 years old inevitably think about it.

He fantasized that one day he would be able to travel in the stock market with Yang Jiahui; he fantasized that one day he would be able to run by the beach with Yang Jiahui; he fantasized that one day he would be able to enter the palace of marriage with Yang Jiahui...

After a long time, Zhang Jun opened his eyes and felt that his eyes were much more relaxed. He looked out the window. It was already bright. Spring was really a changing season. There was light snow yesterday, and today it was already shining brightly! The sun was rising, and he suddenly felt his nose a little sore, as if he was about to catch a cold. He quickly came to the window, his eyes facing the sun, "cut, cut, cut" and sneezed twice and felt better.

When he got into the quilt again, he felt that one of the sheets was wet. Zhang Jun touched them and found that the underwear was also wet.

Fortunately, there was no one at home, so I had to replace it and re-wash it.

Zhang Jun put on his clothes and threw the changed sheets and underwear into the fully automatic washing machine. The washing machine was rotating, and the clattering sound was like a beautiful song, as if she was singing something to herself. To him, the sound was so beautiful and pleasant. He couldn't help but control the outer edge of the washing machine and stood quietly.

After having breakfast randomly and washing clothes, Zhang Jun put the washed clothes on the clothes hanger and cleaned the house again. Seeing that it was still early, he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. A morning securities program was being broadcast on the TV. The female host was asking, "May I ask, Teacher n, how do you view the decline yesterday?"

Teacher n said, "Yesterday, due to the interest rate hike, the sharp drop caused. I think the short-term head has appeared."

The host asked, “Yes, how do you judge the future?”

Teacher n replied firmly, "It's hard to answer the stock index!"

"However, we are still firmly optimistic about individual stocks. Interested investors can call us..."

Zhang Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw this because he talked about the topic of "Brick House" at the dinner yesterday. I remember that Mr. Liu said a few classic quotes about this. Zhang Jun desperately recalled it. The content was that if the expert asked him to buy, he would sell, if the expert asked him to sell, he would buy, if he could not stand the phone, he would change the channel.

Zhang Jun still remembers this vividly.

Haha, this old man is quite interesting.

The more anxious he was, the slower the time passed. Now Zhang Jun wanted to fly over immediately and fly to the exchange to see the person he wanted to see. After looking at it, it was not yet 9 o'clock, and his house was only a few minutes away from the stock exchange. It was indeed a bit early now.

There was no program in the TV, so I simply turned off and went to the fitness equipment in the community. I made up my mind and walked out of the room and went straight to the small square in the community.
Chapter completed!