Self-investment

After returning to Jinling, Jian Ling's arm burn improved day by day, and her and Luo Yimu's life was back on track.

The lives of the two of them are very simple. Jian Ling enrolls in a basic cram school at an educational institution next to Jinling University. During the day, Luo Yimu works at the university, and Jian Ling attends classes. After class, Jian Ling goes to Luo Yimu's office to find her. go home with her.

Sometimes Luo Yimu was still in class, and Jian Ling was waiting for her in her office.

A sharp-eyed colleague noticed that Luo Yimu and Jian Ling were wearing rings of the same style on their left ring fingers, and jokingly asked them if it was a wedding ring. Within a week, the news of Luo Yimu's marriage spread throughout the law school, and the marriage partner was still a woman.

Luo Yimu's nephew Luo Qin, an undergraduate student in the law school, curled his lips in disdain when he saw this post on the top of the school forum, with the word "hot" floating behind it.

Tsk, I already knew it, so I just got married and made a fuss.

……

During the few days when the burn was healed, Jian Ling's life was not easy, her arm was so itchy that she always wanted to reach out to scratch it, and every time she raised her hand, Luo Yimu immediately appeared from nowhere and shouted to stop her. Action, "Don't touch!"

Jian Ling was startled, the corners of his mouth curled down, and he said miserably: "But my arm is so itchy, Mumu, it's so painful."

"The itching means it's almost gone, bear with it for another two days." Luo Yimu walked over, holding an ice pack in his hand, squatting next to her, and put a cold compress on her wound to temporarily relieve the itching.

It was useful at first, but after a long time her arm got used to the low temperature, and it started to itch again. Jian Ling couldn't help it, and secretly reached out to grab it. Luo Yimu found out, tied her hands in his arms, and comforted her helplessly: " Be good, bear with it for a few more days."

Jian Ling was cut backwards in her arms, unable to move both hands, humming, simply rubbing his right arm against Luo Yimu's body to relieve the maddening irritability during the healing period.

The pain is bearable, but the itching is really unbearable.

Rubbing against Luo Yimu couldn't take it any longer, pinched her chin, forced her to raise her head, and kissed her from behind.

Later, there was no need for Luo Yimu's hoop anymore, Jian Ling struggled, and slowly calmed down in Luo Yimu's arms, her waist became soft, her arms actively wrapped around Luo Yimu's neck, and her body was in a kissing posture She turned around, straddled Luo Yimu's lap, hugged her and kissed her.

The healing wound on my right arm didn't feel itchy anymore.

This is indeed a good way to divert attention, but after a few days, the body is a bit unbearable, and Jian Ling always dozes off during class.

……

Jian Ling added Xiao Tong's WeChat account, and Xiao Tong agreed to design a wedding dress for her. When the first version of the design draft came out, he would send it to Jian Ling.

It's not an ordinary western-style wedding dress, but it has the taste of an ancient wedding dress. It is bright red. The collar is a reference to the cheongsam style. The round neck buckle very outlines the figure, and it spreads down to the waistline layer by layer. The swaying skirt, half-split wide sleeves, and half-exposed shoulders.

The wonderful thing is the large backless design at the back, and the fork has been opened to the tailbone.

It was enough for Luo Yimu's beautiful back line to be seen at a glance.

It's too light, and it doesn't have the solemnity that a wedding dress should carry.

Jian Ling glanced at the design draft, and then at Luo Yimu who was sitting on the sofa with metal-rimmed glasses and reading the lesson plans—this man was so meticulous even at home, his shirt was buttoned up to the neckline that one.

The design draft of the wedding dress sent by Xiao Tong coincides with Jian Ling's ideal perfect wedding dress. In her imagination, Luo Yimu is suitable for wearing such a wedding dress.

The usually calm and reserved professor is like a high mountain flower, which makes people eager to try, want to pick her off, tear up her arrogant appearance, touch her, kiss her, and make her close her eyes shyly.

Jian Ling's blood fluttered, and she couldn't wait to have a voice conversation with Xiao Tong to finalize the details of the revision. When she was about to hang up, she asked Xiao Tong where the inspiration for this design came from.

Xiao Tong was in a daze in front of the computer screen for a while.

She remembered that night, under the cold moonlight, Luo Yimu's teary face.

Xiao Tong stopped working as a designer a long time ago, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Just because at a certain moment in her life, the source of inspiration in her heart suddenly dried up, without any warning, suddenly, Xiao Tong's mind was empty and dry, there was nothing, nothing could come up, So she had to retire.

In the next ten years, he never designed a single piece of work.

This is also the reason why Xiao Tong refused to agree to Jian Ling's request.

God knows, the dry spring in her heart seemed to come alive again at an inadvertent moment, which made her hands itchy and wanted to pick up the pen again and outline something.

It happened to be the moment when I saw Luo Yimu crying.

The coldest face, the hottest heart.

What will happen when ice and fire collide?Will it explode?Or will it turn into a cloud of water vapor that can't catch anything?

Xiao Tong hadn't had such curiosity in his heart for ten years. At that moment, he suddenly wanted to know.

So this dress came into being.

Restraint and indulgence, sexy and dignified, what will Luo Yimu show?Xiao Tong is also looking forward to it.

……

Jian Ling showed the design draft to Luo Yimu.

Luo Yimu glanced at it, a little surprised, "Is this written by Xiao Tong?"

"Is it nice?"

Luo Yimu nodded, feeling a little indescribably complicated in his heart.

I really can't see that Xiao Tong, who looks rigid and serious, can actually design such... what word should I use instead?bold?Avant-garde?Eye-catching?

In short, this design draft does not look like Xiao Tong at all.

Soon the design draft of Jian Ling's dress came out. Compared with Luo Yimu's, it was much more solemn and elegant. It was also made of red, with a completely retro orthodox cross-collar, three-layer structure, inner jacket and middle jacket. , Outer robe, it looks very formal, this is what the dress should appear at the wedding.

Luo Yimu thought it was pretty, but Jian Ling touched his chin, not knowing what to write.

"You don't like it?" Luo Yimu asked.

"Not really." Jian Ling said, "The design is very good, but there is a fatal flaw."

"What?" Luo Yimu was curious.

"It's not easy to take off..." Jane Ling said regretfully.

Luo Yimu: "..."

Needless to say, it was a fatal injury.

After all, in the wedding night of the bridal chamber, how could so much time be wasted on trivial things like undressing.

……

In July, Jinling University officially closed for summer vacation, Luo Yimu was free, Jian Ling's passport was completed, and the two began to plan to go to Luo Yimu's parents.

Jian Ling has traveled abroad several times, but the places he has been to are very close, such as Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Japan, etc., and he visits all popular attractions, where there are more Chinese and overseas Chinese than locals, as long as he can speak Chinese I can't lose it, the place I went this time is too far, directly to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, even though Jian Ling has always been courageous, he was a little timid when he set off.

"Mumu, you have to hold me after getting off the plane, don't let go of my hand, you know? My English is very poor, and I basically say 'HowareyouI'mfine, thankyou.Andyou', and I heard The American police are trash, if I get lost, I will probably be sold and have to count the money for others..."

Luo Yimu was amused when she heard her talking more and more outrageous, "Don't you like watching American dramas? Why is your English level so bad?"

"Who said you have to know English to watch American dramas? I have a universal subtitle group! Do you understand the subtitle group? According to your logic, do I still have to understand Thai to watch Thai dramas? Do I have to watch the latest DVD of the island country? Do you still need to understand Japanese?"

"Isn't that kind of movie just two sentences?" Luo Yimu smiled frankly, "The first sentence is 'Ya Mie Die', and the second sentence is 'Yi Ku'."

???

Instead of being shy, Jian Ling became even more enthusiastic, "Yo, so you've seen it too?"

"When did you watch it? Did you study it secretly behind my back? Hehe, I knew you were a beast in clothes. Next time, take me to watch it together. You should share the good stuff with your wife."

Luo Yimu thought to himself that there is nothing good to study in this kind of movie, it would be more interesting to directly study Jian Ling, so he smiled and reminded Jian Ling, "Last week."

It was only when Jian Ling remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.

Last week, I enthusiastically introduced "good things" to her, but halfway through the TV, they synchronized with the plot...

"It's far away, what about speaking English, why did you get involved in that?" Jian Ling coughed embarrassingly with a red face.

Luo Yimu was taken by Jian Ling, and gradually tended to stray in the direction of the old driver.

……

After booking the air ticket and applying for the visa, Jian Ling went to the barber shop one day before departure, and dyed her bohemian purple hair back to black.

"Why are you dyeing black again?" Luo Yimu was reluctant to dye Jianling's hair. It is said that there are many harmful chemicals in the hair dye, which will cause great damage to the scalp, and the bleaching process will also be very painful. Black hair and purple hair Isn't it all the same, why bother to suffer this crime.

What's more, Jian Ling's little purple hair is really impressive at first glance, but it looks pretty after a long time.

"Make a good impression on your parents." Jian Ling lay on Luo Yimu's lap, opened her mouth and waited for Luo Yimu to feed her fruit with a toothpick, "Didn't you also be scared by me when you first saw me?" Is it? You almost didn't get along with me, even you are like this, don't your parents look crazy?"

"Haven't they already seen it?" Luo Yimu fed Jian Ling a piece of cantaloupe.

Jian Ling has already had video calls with Luo Yimu's parents many times, and if he was to say he was scared, he would have been scared a long time ago.

"That's different. Seeing a real person will always have a greater impact." Jian Ling took a bite of the cantaloupe.

Well, it's so sweet, a puddle of water in one bite, sweet sour throat.

Luo Yimu has always been opposed to Jian Ling's dyeing his hair black, and when Jian Ling really came back from the barber shop, he immediately felt really good again.

The black and smooth short hair was neatly placed on both sides of the ears, making Jian Ling look several years younger. She smiled at Luo Yimu with red lips and white teeth, and she looked a little shy, like a high school student. Mu's eyes straightened.

The most terrible thing is that Jian Ling got a set of high school uniforms from Jinling No. [-] Middle School from nowhere, the most traditional blue and white sportswear. Jian Ling bought two sizes too big on purpose. They also piled up on the ground, the zipper was only pulled halfway, and the collarbone glowed white under the light, looking cute and fragile.

"Teacher, I don't know how to do this question, can you teach me..."

Before he finished speaking, the world was spinning for a while, and Jian Ling was picked up by Luo Yimu and fell on the bed.