June is actually close to the end of the school year.

The school year of Northwest Airlines ends in mid-July and the new school year starts in mid-August.

In areas with a temperate continental climate, winters are cold and long, and summers are very short. Therefore, the winter vacation in this region is early and long, from the end of December to the beginning of March every year, more than two months. The summer vacation is late and short, so you can spend a lot of money.

Less than a month.

Winter and summer vacations divide the school year evenly into two halves, each lasting four and a half months.

When Zhang He arrived, it was actually the busiest time of the year for the aviation school. Because the summer vacation was too short, the teaching arrangement meeting for the next school year was squeezed into June.

It can also be said that Zhang He came at just the right time. After spending a few months getting familiar with the work environment, she will start taking care of her own students in the next school year.

In broad daylight, Lanze took matters into his own hands, drilling holes with an electric drill to install the curtain rods. The buzzing sound attracted the attention of the garrison.

Moreover, their division commander and political commissar looked very idle. A pair of division leaders personally ran over and stood outside the first floor, looking straight at Lanze installing the curtains through the open window.

Lan Ze stopped what he was doing and looked at the two people outside the window. It was impossible for him to recognize the person and the epaulettes. He specially made up for it after entering the school. He recognized that the two of them were senior colonels. Well, they were both the same as Mr. Lan.

The same as when he retired. The color of the chest badge shows that one of the older ones has been engaged in political work all year round. The color of their uniforms is different from that of the civilian staff in the logistics, so except for a pair of old senior commanders and division political commissars of the garrison, they should

There is no one else.

Out of solemnity, Lanze unplugged the power tool and placed it on a high shelf out of reach of the children. Then he jumped out of the window and stood in front of the two officers.

After a few exchanges, Lan Ze learned that if he installed something in his home and used tools such as electric drills, he had to report it to the garrison.

The tools Zhang He collects are much more powerful than electric drills. She also has welding guns and high-temperature spray guns. Zhang He has a passion for collecting tools, and she wants every one of them; after having them, she wants even better ones.

The model is similar to the lipstick red number used by little girls.

When they had no children, Zhang He started to buy new tools as soon as she returned to the ground and went home for the holidays. Most of the tools she had accumulated could only be displayed for most of the time.

However, if the tools that fit the hand are used occasionally and exert their due power, they can also make the whole body smooth.

Electric drills are household tools and are not valuable items. Even if Lan Ze is not skilled in the operation and accidentally breaks the motor or breaks the screwdriver, Sister Zhang will not feel too distressed. Therefore, he did not wait for Zhang He to be free.

When installing the curtain rods, you can do it yourself.

The two senior colonels of the garrison appeared here in person, not because they were idle; but because they attached great importance to the newly built general's residence.

Lan Ze made two turns in his mind before he realized: the so-called newly built general's residence refers to Zhang He's home, that is, his home.

What the two colonels were curious about was how Lan Ze ended up at General Zhang's house and started working with his children.

Speaking of which, a brigadier general is also a general; although he is actually on the same level as a colonel.

These two gentlemen spoke very politely, and the political commissar seemed benevolent. But Lan Ze could tell that they wanted to check their identity information. The reason why they were so polite was purely out of caution.

Although there are only about a dozen civilian generals in the Northwest Airlines school, army generals are not just found in the school. It is normal for a big shot to suddenly come to the school to inspect on a whim. Moreover, an inconspicuous young man, you know

Is he a servant to a big shot?

Lan Ze directly stretched out his hand and stretched out the bracelet. Beside the two division leaders, a soldier with a device immediately stepped forward and took his hand.

"So you are the male master of this family. Your surname is Lan." The teacher nodded.

"Um."

"Where do you work?"

"Northwest Creation. It's in the city." Lan Ze gave the name of Northwest Creation without hesitation, even though he had never visited it.

But that was indeed where he worked, absolutely true.

"Then why don't you go to work?"

"I'm a designer, so I don't have to sit in the office."

"The surname Lan is very rare." The political commissar suddenly said, "I remember when I was training when I was young, the instructor's surname was Lan."

"How many years ago was that for you?" the teacher said with a smile. "You still miss the instructor who taught you?"

"Yeah. It's been forty years. When people get old, it's easy to miss things from their youth." The political commissar then asked Lan Ze, "Have you ever heard of a retired senior colonel with the same surname as you who is extremely skilled?

If he were still alive now, he would be an old man. His name is..."

"Lan Xianyin?" Lan Ze answered quickly.

"Hey, do you know him?" the political commissar asked in surprise.

Lan Ze nodded: "My dad."

"How is this possible? How could he have a child as young as you?"

"I'm thirty."

The political commissar shook his head: "His son should be close to our age. I was among the last batch of recruits he led. At your age, you are about as good as his grandson."

Lan Ze nodded again: "My father was sixty when I was born. He was born in 1952, and he will be ninety this year."

"Now..." The political commissar was a little excited and a little uneasy, "Is the old instructor's health condition okay?"

The old man's health is more than okay.

In the spring of this year, when Zhang He was still floating in the sky, it was already the fortieth anniversary of the old man's retirement. He suddenly figured out something: he had not been a soldier for many years, and military discipline had no regard for him.

It is non-binding. He can already ignore the rules of not perming, dyeing or growing long hair.

So he dyed his hair.

He didn't dye his hair any unique color. He simply dyed it black. Older people usually dye their hair black.

The old man was very happy to finally dye his hair black. He felt that he had become younger.

At that time, Teacher Bai happened to have official duties and had to go on a business trip. Teacher Bai had retired from her position in the school, but the affairs of Rui Academy had not been completely settled. She was very happy to know that she had something to be busy with. So she put

The old man left the house alone.

The old man usually took his children to physical education classes at the children's school. During those days, when the children's school was on spring break, he had nothing to do.
Chapter completed!